//FIND OUR WAY\\ [c]

[mulligan]

[/i] The thought flooded his mind as the waves lapped at his large forepaws. If he had stayed longer maybe they would carry their own weight again, maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed but for Mulligan it was. He was banished, never to return to his birthplace and displaced by his own parents for a reason he could not seem to uncover. Many nights were spent in deep thought. What had he done to deserve such a harsh punishment? It was unclear to him why his mother was not present at the ceremony in which her last litter of three sons were being banished. She had taken her leave the night before to a den on the east of the territory, a place that only she was permitted to access. The only conclusion he could come to was that she couldn't bare to say goodbye. So why was it that his father had announced the banishment as a mutual decision? It was all so confusing, his mind was being beat with a club, whirlwinds of memories flashed across the sky. His two brothers Falcon and Alazar wrestling in the fresh blanket of snow, himself hunting the wayward male Elk that fed him and his brothers for a week, maybe even more. The good memories were overpowered by something more severe, something catastrophic. Something more terrible than his banishment, something more terrible than the possible death of his brothers.

Saiya.

It was more than a name, more than a face, Saiya was his soulmate. The hand to his sword, the love of his life. Nothing could ever be the same without her. He had gone through so much trouble to find a female and when he had decided to give up her angelic figure had made its first appearance. The vision of her white frame across the sunlit horizon was something he could never forget. For months they spent every second together, traveling the land in search of a territory in which they could start a family together, forget their paths and move on, but it was no use. He had to have been cursed, everything he had every loved was stolen from him. Saiya was the last thing he would lose, never again would he love anything or anyone else. The scars were fresh in his mind, a wound reopened every time he saw the magnificant gleam of the oceans dark waters. He had traveled too far into anothers territory, the scent of blood and war was evident and Saiya had followed him loyally though she must have known what awaited the pair. It only took a few hours for the alphas and their elite fighters, it took mere seconds for Mulligan to realize their fate. He bid Saiya to flee to the sea and he did the same keeping Saiya in his sights and making sure she was safe, but the harder he tried, the worse the situation became. Before he knew it his beloved was overcome by one of the elites and blood wavered around his tired body, her white figure sunk below him, her eyes asked why. Why had he done this to the one he loved the most? In a fit of rage he recalled every fatal blow he unleashed upon his mates killer.

As Mulligan brought himself back to reality his senses kicked into over drive. Someone was watching him. He swung his ebony frame around to face the direction the scent was coming from. It was a femme. He chuckled hoarsley as he stood, legs stiffened and ears erect. "No use hiding. Why don't you be polite and come out from the shadows?" He snarled as his jaws clamped together, his amber eyes swelled with the pain of his memories as he gathered him self for the first confrontation with a female he had had in a long time.

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The night seemed to encourage the living to think about their path. The decisions in life that brought them to their current state. For some, this may be a blessing; to others it is a dreaded curse. Sarin was dead on the subject. Unlike most, she had never built an attachment to anything in her life. Both of her parents had died when she was quite young, and although other wolves cared for her - they never really loved her. There is a difference between the bond of a mother and her daughter and a babysitter. Sarin resented having found them sometimes; yet, knew she needed to be at least somewhat thankful. After all, they had raised her to be quite the warrior and had given her the ability to find her passion. It was quite a strange thing for a wolf to be interested in; however, it had brought Sarin quite the helping hand on more occasion than one. Sometimes, when she was bored poisoning random items turned out to be rather entertaining.

Perhaps this Mackenzie Valley female was a bit deranged, well she knew that she was. It had been no surprise when others began judging her, in fact it made her smirk all the while. They were only sealing their depressing fates, 'kindness sure can bring one a long way,' now the familiar look was still plastered against her features. Sarin would never change, simply grow and adapt. Over time more power would be gained, she would attain the highest authority just like she deserved. There would be not a single soul who would be able to stop her. No one to hold her back. Laughter nearly busted from the female's face, but silence still grasped tightly at the air. As of late, the female had been wandering; contemplating where she was going to go from here. The idea of joining a pack had crossed her mind on more than one occasion, and the spreading empire of Descai intrigued her so. 'Maybe that is why I have slowly, but surely, headed that direction,' it was quite amazing how the mind worked.

Hackles raised slightly, the voice of another had irked her momentarily. Certainly his scent had passed by her nares for the past several minutes; yet, the female had simply not cared. She hardly expected the other creature to speak or acknowledge her existence. Certainly if they had ignored her, she would have ignored them as well. Claws gripped the ground as the femme rounded a corner, vibrant green orbs piercing the brute who was now standing before her. For a femme she was slightly large, and her frame rippled with definition. It was not a secret that this femme was strong, a well trained fighter. Her stance held an air of confidence, head held high - although her ears were now pinned back. Sarin was not fond of being bossed around by any creature that would not be able to give her what she wanted. Her true rage was tucked deep within her soul, she would entertain this creature; see if he was worth her anger or not.

"I didn't mean to be rude," the female quivered her ears slightly, her sentence spoken with a quite innocent tone. The look of anguish was quickly detected by her ever alert eyes, a mental note taken. 'Maybe he is just upset?' the concept confused Sarin slightly, for anger appeared to be the only stimulus that she really received. Unless of course it was the erotic sensation of the chase for power. Something about that always made the femme quite excited, but this situation was not one of those times. "I was a bit lost in my own mind," her gaze held strong upon the brute, not trusting what he would do if she happened to look away for a moment.

OoC| This thread is going to have to be a liquid time thread and take place a day or so before Sarin went to Descai, because I can't think of a reason for her to wander off of the pack lands right now.