[rasalas] like shooting stars

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This was rather unpleasant, as stunning and beautiful as it was. The sun was setting behind the large crags nearby. While it wasn't necessarily desert territory, it would still grow rather cold as it had the last few nights she had spent with the pack here. The sky was painted beautiful streaks of gold and orange and pink, brushing across the gentle clouds as though it was intended to be there. It fit so perfectly together, a pleasant sight to her sore eyes. Literally. The contents of the volcano's ash still seemed to leave her eyes and throat completely irritated, and even gifted her with a rather nasty cough. It had managed to go down in the last day or so, slowly disappearing off the face of the planet. She had, however, managed to get all of the ash out of her fur, only to discover a few cuts from whatever that were laying underneath it. Perhaps it was the rocks that she had stumbled across when getting through the river.

Her ankle was another story. Some foul smelling poultice had been applied to it, and for it she was thankful. She had found some of the same plant when the pain had returned so she could reapply it on her own. The last thing she really wanted to do was bother Scout with her problems, which were miniscule compared to some of the other wolves. Isis had dropped out cold upon arrival and Calandra had been severely wounded upon arrival as well, several patches of fur and skin missing. She was burned and bleeding, in such pain. She had helped the female best she could left her with some food and bedded her near the water where she could have the source to live off of. Now, she wasn't so aware where the Maned femme had gone off to, but she didn't really worry. The territory wasn't occupied by anyone but them for the time being. She didn't worry so much about being alone either, not that she minded it in the first place. Being alone wasn't so bad, but it took its toll after a while.

Aowyn let her maw gape in a wide yawn, stretching wide to show her white teeth that glinted in what sunlight there was left. Small silver scales rested upon them and they could be seen from rather close up. At her feet were four fish, none of them marred except for the killing bite she had delivered in retrieving them. She knew she shouldn't have been up and about on her ankle doing these things, but she couldn't help herself. A purpose was a purpose to her, no matter what got in the way, she still had to do it. She didn't have an issue doing it, and fishing was relatively easier than chasing down the rabbit and very small deer that inhabited these parts. She merely needed to stand in the water with the injured paw raised and wait for the silver creatures to come near her, snapping her jaw around it quickly and tossing it upon shore so that she did not miss too many that could go by in the short amount of time. It was a simple task.

The Red didn't feel so much like eating them, though, not all of them at least. Perhaps she could go find Calandra, or even call for her. She wanted company, especially with night coming on. She didn't know why she disliked it so much when she was alone, but she supposed it had to do with the fact that it was hard for her to remain calm and not be paranoid when there was the chance for something to attack her in a weak moment. She had since backed herself into the gnarled roots of a tree with most of her back facing the water. At least if someone came from that way, she would hear them. Her ears were taught upon her head, swiveling back and forth every now and then, her silvery golden eyes flickering about nervously. She did hate to be alone at night, as beautiful as it could be. There were things that comforted her. Company, whether it be of a river (much like the night she had joined the pack) or of another wolf. At the moment, she preferred the latter, but wished not to disturb anyone or be a bother.

Aowyn glanced down at the fish piled around her paws. They weren't too large, but were at least of a rather decent size. Her stomach growled a bit and she nosed one gently, pulling it between her paws. Her injured ankle was cradled gently in front of her, but the smell of the poultice was making her lose her appetite. She at least nibbled at the scales, letting her mouth water at the familiar, tantalizing taste of the creature, and soon started biting into. She was slow, though, keeping herself alert. The sun disappeared behind the crags, shrouding her in darkness, but the moon provided light as the stars blinked into sight one by one, filling the sky with their beauty. She remained aware of any company that cared to join her, wanted and unwanted.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/7417/rasscroll.png) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 575px; padding: 0px;] Once more it was the time for darkness to settle itself thickly over Xisyn. The sun cast out longing golden rays across the sapphire sky, longing to hold it's place above for merely a few moments longer. Alas! Nothing could be done to prevent the large star from bowing and slowly disappearing across the horizon; thus making room for the vibrant silver sphere that was rising above. The Alpha's golden optics had been observing this feat for several moments, it was starting to become a nightly event. His russet pelt appeared to be changing hues as the vibrant orange sky transformed from pink to a deep indigo shade. Even still, his body remained rigid for several minutes; he was content on taking in the scene before proceeding forward. He offered a slight waggle of his tail towards the night, as if attempting to make peace with the darkness before something terrible could happen. As breath parted ways with his maw, he turned and headed away from his post. The red brute was concerned about his pack mates, worried about how they all were doing within Xisyn. By now he had encountered most of them - and they seemed to be getting along decently. Most were recovering quite well, but there would always be exceptions. Golden eyes glimmered as they traced themselves across the ground, searching out any of his pack mates. There was a specific creature that had snuck into his head, someone who he hadn't been able to mentally shove away. The pretty red femme, Aowyn, had simply been pecking away at his mind. Such a thing had been occurring since her initial wandering into the Occasus; thus the reason she had been given the rank of a hunter already. Regardless of what any others may say, he believed she would excel in such a rank. Thus far, she had given him no reason to disbelieve her. Paws carried the brute forward lightly, his mind wandering far away from Anikira. He was pondering all of the wolves that were a part of his family. 'At least everyone has come together nicely,' there was a reassuring ring to that thought. It solidified that this truly was an acceptable outcome for the turn of events his life had taken. Of course it was late winter already and he was still alone, but by now Rasalas had expected nothing less. Blood family and pups were something that he could simply not be concerned with, otherwise most of his time would be spent in depression. He lacked whatever was necessary to have a lover and children, but he could still guide the pack. 'At least I have something going for me,' the thought was less than comforting to his worried mind. The Alpha had hardly even acknowledged that he was wandering towards the creek, only when the water was laying spread before his paws did he offer it any sort of acknowledgment. A look of amusement crossed his features as his glimmering gaze dashed downwards to admire his dim reflection among the surface of liquid. Audits flicked back for a moment, the only true sign that Rasalas was bothered by the memories that were mentally being brought up. 'And my reflection is the only thing reminding me of such torment,' the screams of his siblings nearly pierced his ears, but they were all within his mind. It was only then that the scent of another caught his nares, but it was not just any wolf who would be gracing his presence tonight. 'Aowyn,' his thoughts exclaimed eagerly as he swiveled his head to take in the glorious image of the red femme. A few paces separated them, but that was enough for Rasalas' heart beat to jump in speed. Almost instantly he felt the blood pumping quicker throughout his veins; yet, he knew that such an event had to be from mating season - there was no way that such a sensation could be mutual between him and anyone else. Regardless, the brute offered a gentle nuzzle to the russet female; he had quite forgotten that the exclamation of her name had been mental rather than verbal. A flush swarmed into his features, "Sorry if I startled you, Lady Aowyn," he gave a sincere lowering of his head. His intentions had not been to give her a scare. His weight shifted back and forth upon eager paws, the speed of his own mind had cranked up several volts. He was beginning to feel an undying wanting sensation within him, something that came about and dissipated again every year. What would sooth such a thing? Rasalas was not ignorant, he knew what his body wanted; yet simply could not offer it up. He needed to be an Alpha that cared for his family, not took advantage of them in times of need. 'You have done quite well so far,' that much was truth, but as his gaze settled upon Aowyn once more the sensation was beginning to stir. The Alpha could not admit to the potential that there may be something more than hormones raging within him, that would merely give him the opportunity to be taken advantage of once more. words:: Eight hundred and eighty muse:: Surprisingly good for the morning tags:: Aowyn ooc::

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The coolness of the night was most certainly welcome, the dropping of the temperature relieving some of the pain and frustration of the day. The beaming sphere of white illuminated every object of the outside silver, giving her optics a decent view of what was there, giving her something of a calming sensation for the time being. It honestly wouldn't be long before she would be on edge again. Perhaps it would have been better to stay with Calandra, or at least with some of the other wolves within her pack, then the loneliness would not pester her so much. Her heart twinged within its cage as the orange vanished from the sky, giving way to the purity of the moon and the beauty of the stars, allowing the thick black blanket with its glittering embellishments to overcome the land. Night had arrived in all its glory, showing off everything so wonderful and fantastic about it. If but for a moment, every sliver of anxiety slipped away.

Aowyn wondered how long she would live like this, constantly running her mind in circles worrying over particularly nothing. She'd never had much to fawn painfully over in the first place; there had always been other to provide in some way for her, even if it had harmed her at first. Upon having been thrust out of the lives of the ones she had loved so dearly, she had found a way of coping without their company, difficult as it had become. The flowing anxiety and carefulness was beginning to disappear, albeit very tiny amounts at a time. Though she had been given a home, a rank, something to do, and people to socialize and live with (hopefully for a long, long while), it continued to drift around her like a haze, a fog no wind had managed to blow away. She had to learn to trust these wolves, to know they would help her if she needed it. She hadn't been dependent on strangers before, though progress could be made. Calandra had become a friend, she supposed Scout had as well, and Rasalas. 'Isn't it his job to be every pack member's friend?' She had thought much about her packmates, though him the most; first impressions lasted.

The red female had never been quite so skilled at making friends, but that had been a different time and a different place. This was something entirely the opposite of what she had grown up in. These wolves she had ample reason to trust, to believe in, and she had begun to do that. Calandra had been harmed, in pain, so she had taken the advantage to give the female a reason to trust her. She was of no harm to her, or anyone for that matter, considering her severe lack of bulk, though she doubted she even needed that situation to become the female's friend. She quite enjoyed the company of the maned wolf, enjoying being able to provide for her, though wished she could provide for the rest as well. She hadn't dared really leave Calandra alone, though, only to hunt and even then she had not gone so far. Her paws itched to socialize with someone else; she couldn't think of anyone better than the one she had first met when stepping upon the lands. However, there was the small part of her that reminded her he was the alpha and was probably busy doing something of more importance than to come visit with her, though she almost pined for such company.

Aowyn was trapped within the intricate web that was her reverie, most of her attention directed there, leaving her vulnerable to anyone that wanted to and was capable of taking advantage of her. Her teeth had ceased in nibbling at the scales of the fish, stopped shredding the delicate skin so she could reach the tantalizing insides. There was little in that moment to describe the feeling that shot through her at the sudden touch of someone she had been entirely unaware of. Dread, fear, which all showed when her fur puffed out in every direction, upping her size a little bit. Her wide yellow-grey eyes flicked to the side, shrinking in size when she saw the wolf, heard the voice, and drank in the scent happily. Immediately, she felt her tail swish back and forth across the roots she was laying within, a reaction she hadn't expected. Some part of her doubted it was only from happiness, believing it stemmed from something else, something less her. Almost primal, not anything she had first-hand experience with, but its strength grew each time.

For a moment, she did not process the apology, elated with his presence, but gave her ears a small flick and pushed them backwards some. "Only f-for a m-moment... I am g-glad it is y-you, though..." Even her dismembered speech couldn't ruin the smile on her snout. After a second's hesitation, she craned her neck carefully and gently returned the nuzzle he had given her, retracting swiftly in case it was unwanted. She had never been one to invade someone's personal space, either, unless the action was warranted for whatever reason. She shifted slightly where she laid, in no mood to really stand or move at all, giving him a silent offer to sit or lay if he wished it. Not that she really needed to move. She was small enough to fit at least three of herself within the roots of the tree. She pulled the fish she had torn into closer to herself, gesturing to the other three. "I, uhm...g-got myself t-too many. Y-You can have wh-what's there..." The female blinked once, licked her ruffled chest quickly, before trying to carry some type of conversation, another progressing skill, "Out f-for a n-nightly stroll...?"

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Without his care some may have perished, he did not hold the knowledge to properly care for all of them. A pang of guilt swelled through the red brute for a moment as the huntress fluffed out in apparent fear. He wanted to disguise the remorse that flashed across his golden optics, but he was quite sure that Aowyn had still seen it. The brute despised when others could read his inner turmoil, the demons were not supposed to manifest themselves upon the physical plane. If they so wished to cling to the dimensions of his mind then so be it, so long as the others remained pleasantly oblivious. His family could not know the aggression that lurked beneath the surface, the undying desire to destroy all the beauty splayed before him. Rasalas had always fought to be a gentleman, someone that cared for others even when it left himself neglected. It was necessary to live in such a mannerism, for then the evil would never control his reality. "I should not have snuck up on you, Lady Aowyn. My apologies for the fright," his words were soft, almost shy as they met the air surrounding the two wolves. The reason for his sudden concern about how he spoke was strange, sure there was always an edge of anxiety to his life; yet, nothing quite as powerful as now. The brute closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to force the unneeded worry from his cluttered crania. It took a few seconds, but soon the gears in his head began to slow and he began to think with some form of clarity - as quickly as it arrived Aowyn shattered it. Her gentle return nuzzle sent a burning flame into the brute's face and caused an immediate grin. The reactions were instantaneous, which left the Alpha little time to mask the joy that the female had instilled within his figure. Legs quickly began to feel shaky and he eagerly accepted the huntress' subtle invitation to lay down. Carefully the brute seated himself before stretching his front legs forward until he ended up comfortably upon his stomach. Golden optics were nervously staring at the ground all the while, trying not to change their position while still gazing at the russet femme near him. Crania turned itself to face the female, the foolish grin upon his face further reinforced by the sudden thudding of his tail. He dared not speak of his longing to be closer to the femme, rather he remained with a small distance between them silently praying she would close the gap. The brute had only been so near with one other femme, the one who had betrayed himself and all of Ryala. It was absolutely disgusting that memories of closeness were associated with such a bitch, he longed to fix that. "I am pleased to be graced with your company as well, darling. How have you been feeling since the eruption, healing well I hope," concern combined with a unique softness had infiltrated Rasalas' tone, a sound that he believed strange to be forming within himself. The truth could not be denied, even if it wished to reveal itself with his words. The Alpha greatly needed her company now, but he knew not if she desired it as well. Quickly, the brute scanned the femme, checking her for any obvious wounds she may still sustain. The last thing he wanted was for the sweet red femme to be injured in the slightest. She deserved a beautiful life, one that was not filled with the worldly anguish. The fish did appear strangely appetizing to the Alpha, even though he was uncertain if he had ever ate such a thing before. His mind remained undecided on the reason the flesh looked so appealing - because he was hungry or because Aowyn caught it? 'It must be hormones, that is the only logical excuse,' the brute had solidified the idea of being unlovable, ingrained it deep within his gray matter. After all, everyone else needed to be cared for first; only after that occurred was he able to focus upon himself. "Are you certain that you have had your fill? If not eat as much as you would like," the brute dared to extend a gentle nudge to Aowyn. Her presence was more than a blessing to his wounded heart, the comfort she did not even realize that she was extending. "I suppose you could say I was out for a stroll or looking for a particular someone to spend my time with," amber eyes dared to catch those of the other red upon the completion of his brazen statement. Where the sudden flirtatious courage came from may be a mystery to the others; yet, Rasalas knew his dark side was daring to show a glimmer of himself. Carnal desires could only be denied for so long, but Rasalas was trying to contain them forever. The last thing he ever wanted was to abuse a femme, use her and then cast her aside. Ladies were precious creatures that required a certain nurturing care by a gentleman. Rasalas firmly believed this and it was becoming a daily struggle to contain himself. 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There were times when she often yearned to fill the gaping hole in her chest where her brothers, Malaika, and her mother had laid. Once her mother had passed, at least the other two had been there, but the memories of the storm were as persistent as ticks in an area one could not reach. They nagged away at you, sucked out anything they could and left you exhausted and feeling sick. She was proud that she had managed to force herself anywhere after she had washed up on the beach, had made herself move on in some form or another. The only remedy for her ailment she could conjure up was a new pack, was wolves who would care about her and just be her friend. That was the kind of fulfillment she needed in her life, something she pursued by leaving the place she had arrived here from. With her acceptance into Tassos, the opportunity had been served to her so obviously that she wasn't willing to pass it up. She had made quite some progress.

Aowyn never held any intent to give anyone a negative effect on their emotions, on their reactions of her. Honestly, she had always been a scared creature, timid and wary by nature just by the way she was raised. She anxious over every little sound she didn't recognize, by anyone she didn't know, even though encountering strangers was something she'd had to endure in her time as a loner. She felt safer in the pack setting where everyone knew everyone, and where no one was likely to cause her any harm at all. When she had turned, she had captured the emotion flash across Rasalas's face and instantly regretting puffing out as though she's been struck by lightning. She calmed her thoughts by telling herself she did not at least yelp and roll over like she was being attacked. Her fur quickly seemed to return to its normal position on her body, muscles immediately relaxed by the fact that it was him indeed.

The femme shook her head with the slightest hint of a smile upon her face. "Y-You don't n-need to apologize. The f-fact that I sc-scare easy has and w-will never change..." That was most likely. She had always been the fearful little creatures she was now, unless she was around someone she sincerely trusted. Very few had ever actually made her feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch her in any way she didn't like, in any way that could harm her. With the growing sensations inside her, she could not explain the quickness of her great liking she was taking to the male. The fact that she had calmed down so swiftly and felt the safety net thrown over her in a moment should have explained volumes, but her thought process was a jumbled mess, incomprehensible in moments like these. Her nose lingered near his fur a moment, hesitating to move away, but she forced it back before she moved to give him space.

Aowyn's reaction was about the same as the brute's. The grin on her face grew wider, enough to show off her teeth the tiniest bit, and her tail seemed on autopilot, just going and going against the dirt that was beneath her. Her gaze flickered to and fro, watching him lay beside her, leaving the smallest gap. Normally she would not have been so quick to trust a male. She had trusted her brothers quite dearly, loved them greatly, and the only male she'd known as a higher figure had nearly murdered her. What reason did she even have to trust this higher figure? She didn't know nor did she seem to particularly care. She felt the ability to trust the male, even though certain parts of her warned her not to. The impulse to close the miniscule gap was there, but she did not do it. She waited, staving off the impulse carefully.

At the inquiry of her health, she immediately glanced down at her ankle, which still garnered the disgusting smelling poultice upon it. She had all but forgotten about the wretched thing. It ached rather horridly sometimes, but not as much as it had since the first day, which only meant it was healing. It was taking its time, but it was healing. Her throat was no longer scratched anymore, though a dull itching remained every now and then. "My ankle st-still gives m-me trouble, but it's h-healing just f-fine." Her ears flattened slightly; she was never so used to being capable of openly complaining about something that she didn't like. "My th-throat only it-itches now..." The water had helped with that, but also some weird gooey liquid she had found and recognized, nameless to her, but something she remembered that helped with a sore throat after a sandstorm. "Y-You?"

Aowyn loved fish. For whatever reason, though she was not of any southern area where water and fish were plentiful, they had easily become her favorite meal. Perhaps learning to fish in still water and moving water had given her a reason to enjoy the slimy creatures. The scales were a little rough to get by, but the insides were simply tantalizing. "I c-can always g-get more, and Alphas n-need to eat t-t-too." Reaching out, she grasped two of them in her maw, lifting them. Taking the opportunity, though she could've merely flopped them at his feet, she slipped closer to eradicate the gap between them, pressing her shoulder to his gently, shyly. She laid the fish at his paws, softly returning the nudge as though to encourage him to take at least one bite. She bit into the side of her own and began to extricate the insides, eating them little by little. She would never get tired of the taste.

Considering very few had ever complimented her for any reason, the statement completely caught her off-guard. She almost gagged on the fish, but managed to awkwardly swallow the part before glancing up at him in a shy manner. Was it not true that she had been debating on calling him to keep her company? Granted, she had not wanted to bother him, but his implication made her feel less worse about wanting his company. "It s-seems...that w-we shared th-the same th-thoughts on this ev-evening..." The words she could barely hear herself. She had wanted to seek his company, anyone's company really, but mostly his. Calandra was off somewhere, and she didn't want to bother Scout and she didn't know anyone else. Not personally. Her eyes flicked upwards towards the sky, where she could see the stars and the moon through the branches of the tree. A few shot across the sky and she smiled, then looked down, awaiting an answer she prayed would be positive...

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He would have nothing, not even his own sanity to reassure him. The dawning realization had hit him, 'if they are going to find me, that is great; however, I cannot throw everything away for them.' Amber optics swung their gaze towards Aowyn, holding it lightly upon her. Rasalas could not risk this female's life or any of the other pack mate's. Aries had risked everyone's life and he was living proof of actually loathing another. Despite believing that females deserved respect, the Alpha longed to rip that bitch's throat out. She had left all of them, but unlike him - she never returned. The brute could vividly recall the waves of panic tearing through him when he returned to The Occasus. At any given moment he could pull the mental video and replay it; his own head could be sent spinning at the thought. He returned and it seemed that all of the others were gone. Him and Scout were the only ones still residing within Ryala. At the time he had been heartbroken and weak, exposing his weaknesses to the shaman. Now life had flipped, losing all of this was not a risk he was willing to take; regardless of the desire to locate his siblings. Detecting her words, the Alpha's audits swiveled excitedly and the entirety of his attention lay back within her grasp. He was still bothered with himself for startling the pretty red female, but there was no way he could change anything now. Aowyn was still laying particularly close and she seemed to recover quite quickly from her startled state. At least the Alpha could utilize those facts to place his mind more at ease. Her presence didn't bring about the typical form of anxiety and worry, there was something else. It was a foreign sensation to Rasalas, which irked him greatly. The Alpha was sick of the surprises that constantly surrounded him; he pained for something stable and secure to reside amongst the insanity. At least this evening could be relaxing and beautiful, after all he was spending it with a divine femme. Eyes instantly shifted their focus to her wounded ankle and for a moment the brute nearly wanted to whine. He despised seeing her wounded - that did go for any of his other pack mates though. Slowly he nodded his crania before lifting his orbs back to her facial features. "I am doing well, my concerns are for you and the others. But, I am very pleased that you are doing better." He extended another brief nuzzle towards the female, hoping that he was not bringing her into discomfort. The thought made the brute wish he could pry into her mind and read all of her thoughts clear as day; Alas! That could not happen and he would merely be left to wait and read her physical reactions to his presence. A slight sigh parted ways with his maw, as the brute did hope not to offend the femme with his next words. "Aowyn darling, there will be a pack hunt soon; however I would prefer if you rested up. I need you to relax, let your body mend itself - I just don't want there to be any lasting damage." Perhaps it was the genuine concern that was easily apparent within his words, but Rasalas instantly felt flustered and embarrassed. 'Is it foolish of me to ask her to rest? Certainly she deserves it,' his nervous glance remained upon his own paws, as if the Alpha was a bit too insecure to gaze back up at her. Aowyn only wanted to cause him more discomfort, as she offered him the fish once more. Rasalas had been preparing himself to reluctantly accept, but then there was a slight brush against his shoulder. Certainly he had heard his huntress moving around, but his own shyness had locked his optics firmly upon the ground. He inhaled sharply, a pleasant surprise came his way. Slowly he moved himself slightly closer to the femme, pressing their sides a bit closer together. His hunger by now had completely dissipated; the brute's mind was focusing far too closely upon Aowyn. The sensation of her body pressing against his own absolutely made him tingle inside. Butterflies beat their wings firmly against his stomach lining and adrenaline began heating his veins. Was this supposed to be happening? "Thank you," the russet male's words smoothly rolled from his tongue, the nearly silent way they were spoken remained the only indication of his introversion. Carefully he began to shred the fish, delicately feasting upon it's insides. Although he had never attempted to fish himself, the brute was surprised by the rather delicious taste that the small creature was offering him. The speed at which the Alpha was devouring the small meal probably seemed excessively primal to Aowyn; however, he simply could not stop himself. Nerves demanded that his body consume his dinner as fast as possible, it was like the brute believed that maybe his concern about what she thought of him would drift away. Much to his displeasure the brute only became more self conscious, but he longed to remain within her company for the rest of the night. Sure the butterflies within his stomach were bringing him to be almost childish in his nervous actions; but the thought of walking away from her made his heart absolutely sink. At last, every drop of meat was delicately sucked from the fragile bones. "Fish are quite delicious, at least the ones you catch are. Although, I am afraid we must meet again - the meal will be on me next time." He laughed slightly and perched a smile back upon his features. He knew not if Aowyn would accept eating something that he caught, nor if she would even want to spend more alone time with him. For all Rasalas knew this was merely an inconvenient coincidence for the red femme, perhaps she had originally wanted another's company - but he had been so stupid and imposed upon her business. He nudged the small remnants of his meal away from them, attention nervously settling back upon Aowyn's beauty. The moonlight made her absolutely radiate; although even when covered with debris he had believed her flawless. There was something about her that he found so alluring; what it was remained an absolute mystery. His heart skipped a beat, 'She is enjoying my company?' The idea seemed abstract, bizarre within his gray matter. The chances were slim that someone would genuinely wish to spend time with him. The brute believed himself terrible for the innermost thoughts that he dared to argue with on most days. Likelihood was slim that someone could truly enjoy such a fucked up individual's company, few seemed to want him around before. Why would that suddenly change? Half of his mind disregarded the doubts he kept spewing towards himself, it accepted the compliment that Aowyn had extended. After all, perhaps his subconscious knew something that he did not. The speed of his wagging tail seemed to double and the brute struggled to resist nuzzling the femme once more. "The night's beauty pales in comparison to yours," these words were as nearly silent as hers. words:: One thousand three hundred and eighty-three muse:: Awesome tags:: Aowyn ooc:: I was worried that after losing my first version of this post that I would struggle to type a new response. I think it came out pretty good though.

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Moving on was always a better option than lingering about, waiting around for something that would never possibly come. While every ounce of her heart held onto that sliver of hope that there was even the slightest chance that she would be capable of seeing her brothers again, she knew very well said chance was slim to none. They were in another continent hundreds upon hundreds of miles away or, though she did not enjoy thinking it, long dead. That storm could have killed them for all she was aware and spared her as she was dragged across the ocean. She could not stay in one place for the chance she could be killed, unless she had comrades that would aide in her safety, which had been one of the biggest reasons influencing her of joining a pack. She had found Tassos more hospitable than the others she had passed and for that she was glad. It was one step of many in moving on in her in her life.

Aowyn held little knowledge of what it was like to hold such a responsibility that Rasalas carried around with him every single day, a duty to protect every wolf within the rather large group, keep them from harm, and guide them as a single unit to prevent anything horrible occurring to them. She had always done what she was told and then what others suggested when there had been no leader. Adjusting to the fact that she'd been without some type of guidance had been difficult; she certainly wouldn't make a good leader of any kind. She had always been able to get along with very young offspring of the travelers that had come by her home in her earlier years, but that had been of a different time, and young wolves were so accepting, open to so many new things in the world that they could absorb all at once. Although, she hadn't been sure at times if she'd wanted the guidance of a higher up again or not, considering he close encounter with death the last time she'd had one. This situation was far less threatening, though, that much she was aware of.

The red femme was stuck adjusting to everything; the new land, the new pack, the new situation in general. She knew so very little about these wolves, yet trusted most of them with her life if she could help it, finding herself so desperately lost in the fact that she needed that kind of relationship with someone. There needed to be a connection somewhere for her to have, otherwise the loneliness would take its toll upon her body, mentally and emotionally as well. At this point, it had been strange to have a being unrelated to her by blood be concerned over her well-being. It was a pleasant feeling, knowing very well she could be liked by another living soul that wasn't her family, and even that it hadn't been a complete circle of like.

When the focus transferred to her ankle, Aowyn quickly tried to tuck it out of sight. She truly hated being hurt, knowing it could make other worry or make others not want to hear it at all. A small cringed passed over her expression as she hid it from her own view, shrouding from her conscious mind that it was even there, though the pain throbbed within it lightly. Not enough to keep her awake at least. "I am g-glad you are w-well, and th-that everyone is s-safe..." While she didn't know any of them personally, her heart couldn't help but twinge at the thought of the fact that they could be in pain, more so than she, but at least they were all safe within these lands for the time being. Part of her wondered when they'd return to the sand-covered place they called home. She smiled gently at the touch he extended to her, and attempted to keep the smile as he spoke. She wouldn't mind a pack hunt, but she wasn't so sure how she'd eat for herself if she was supposed to rest. "Of c-course. I w-will provide s-sustenance for my-myself, though I w-would hate to b-burden Calandra..." The sentence seemed to drop off, becoming more of words spoken to herself. She would hate to make the female hunt for her; she hated being a burden to anyone, no matter how small the task.

The contact made electricity jump in between her furs, seeming to reach out towards him with needy fingers that desperately wanted more contact. It left her thoughts a jumbled mess, her body and mind unsure how to handle something she'd never once experienced. She seemed to be completely conscious of every movement, every breath, and every heartbeat her body produced, ears pressing off to the side, a habit she tended to exert whenever she needed to enter a deep thinking process about something that needed to be solved. What was going on exactly? Why was this happening, and what exactly were the odd sensations taking over her nerves? She didn't know, but whatever it was, she suddenly felt as though she needed to leap into the water to cool her pelt off. "Y-You're welcome..." Through some subconscious act, she had leaned into his side, though only a small part of her realized it.

Aowyn blinked her yellow-grey eyes once or twice, surprised at the speed in which he was devouring the scaly morsel. She hadn't seen anyone warm up so quickly to eating a creature they wouldn't normally hunt, especially considering the area they lived. There was no need for them to fish for their food when it was provided by rabbits, buzzards, and other various creatures that could be acquired within the area. Over time, it had become her primary choice of feeding, because the majority of bodies of water she had come across had held the fish within them. She had to admit the different kinds were even impressive. There had been the small silver ones, then the large red and green ones that some had been filled with small round and orange pebbles inside them. Though, the problem with the latter was how much bears enjoyed them all the same. With a small smile, she pinned her own fish under her paw and grasped its head, shredding the spine from the inside, licking up what had fallen out. Everything else was gone within a few minutes.

The female nodded with a grin in her agreement. Of all the things she'd ever managed to hunt this was her absolute favorite by far. Rattlesnake was probably second on the list; whatever was in the reptile certainly was delectable, but the fish had a more unique taste. "M-Many of th-them are different, d-depending wh-where they come from." Her mind wandered momentarily to the red and green fish the bears seemed to like so much. Her eyes practically lit up at the idea, the speed of her tail increasing with the size of the smile upon her maw. "Ab-absolutely. I would l-love t-to..." She felt overeager for the opportunity to spend any amount of time with him at all, blood pounding in her ears to the point she couldn't hear herself think. She had an idea of what the feelings could have been, but considering her lack of experience on the subject, nothing was at all certain within her head. She was merely aware of her desire to be around him.

Though near silence surrounded them, the words were clear to her ears, but she wondered if she'd at all misheard them. Her heart felt as though it had stopped, sheer soundless air filling her head. Her expression was one of someone who'd been stunned by being slammed into a rock, comprised of shock and surprise and a flurry of other emotions that she could make little sense of. All she could do was stare at him, fighting the war within her mind of whether or not she had caught the words he had spoken correctly. Had it merely been something she'd conjured up? No, she was sure they were real. She had not once ever imagined something said to her, ever, and it reinforced the fact of how real it was. After several blinks and a forced thought in her mind, she managed to break through the barrier blocking sound from her throat. "O-O-Oh...!" What was she supposed to say to that. "I-I-I...uhm..." She scrambled for a response of some kind, but instinct had her press her muzzle into his shoulder, hoping to hide the obvious flushing of her skin as heat flowed from it. "Th-Thank you... N-No one h-has ev-ever..." Not a soul. She couldn't finish the sentence, but she presumed he got the idea.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/7417/rasscroll.png) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 575px; padding: 0px;] Apparently he was extremely lucky, everything had worked out within his life so far. Certainly there had been some massive losses, but the gains had been much greater. He had been blessed with an Alpha position, he was the leader over so many amazing canines. Now, his amber orbs were graced with the presence of the russet femme's beauty. There was something so astonishingly flattering about the way that the light played upon her pelt. A foreign divinity lurking beneath the surface of her optics, Rasalas knew that the gods had granted him a moment of peace. For this moment in time the large red brute did not feel so alone, it almost felt as if the future held hope. That was a strange thought inside of him, a potentially vibrant future had been farther away than a dream for the entirety of his life. Even now there was something strange about it. However, the brute was becoming more eager by the second to figure out what lay ahead. His gaze lay softly upon his huntress, admiring her even still. The Alpha believed his fond glances were well disguised by a clever mask, rather they were quite evident. Perhaps the brute's defenses were not as strong as he wished to believe them; however, the possibility of something more was lurking beneath his surface. His mind had hardly scraped itself across the idea upon the conscious plane. After all, the red Alpha believed that the rest of his life would be spent alone. Having a mate or even a love interest was far from believable within his crania. Perhaps one day he would be a father, that was all the creature really could dream of. Even if the mother ended up being a vile creature; he certainly hoped that would not be the case. With a gentle sigh the brute averted his gaze back towards the heavens above. His audits thumped against his skull with their quick movement, 'Does she fail to see that we will provide for her?' For a moment this red female had the Alpha perplexed once more. She had a tendency to take the poor brute's mind and smash it all together. Any form of logic or what he expected was completely off from what her actions seemed to be, and he found it to be quite a pleasant surprise usually. There were the rare occasions when the Alpha knew not how to react to the femme's words. It took him a moment before his brain could even jump start enough to fathom forming a complete sentence. "Darling," his words were dripping with concern; however, the undertone held an inkling of something more. Whatever had been within his mind earlier was making another appearance, this one even the brute caught a slight notice of. He never believed that such a tone had something different about it, a taste quite foreign upon his tongue. "The pack hunt is to provide food to all, you are included in that. I wish for you to get better, the others need you to be at your best of health." the words diluted themselves in the atmosphere, they seemed to hang there for a moment as if more were supposed to follow them. Rasalas had longed to proceed with speaking, but could not dare bring himself to do so. Noticing the movement of her audits, the brute could not resist gazing her way once more; eyes were overeager to absorb her beauty again. It simply filled him with excitement, there was something about her that was making his hormones begin to rush. A part of him felt embarrassed, nearly disappointed, that he was becoming so excited simply to be around another canine. 'She can not feel the same,' yet, Aowyn was now resting her head lightly upon his shoulder. The weight of her crania upon him felt reassuring, brought about a foreign new wave of confidence to his normal insecurities. A twinge of doubt at his previous thought flared up within his mind; there were so many possibilities, of things that could happen. He despised the attempt at optimism, it would only bring him down deep into the ground. With a crack his skull would break and there he would be once more within a miserable hell. Life was psychotic, absolutely terrible at times. It played such tricks upon his delicate mental state. The brute nodded, eager to hear more about her fishing expeditions. If anyone else had spoken to him about fishing, Rasalas likely would have found it to be quite a lame subject; for whatever reason, the information was so much more intriguing when it left her lips. With a slight smile the brute dared to inquire, "Have you seen many rivers and lakes? Have you traveled significantly to see both colder and warmer water fish?" A flush of warmth raced to his cheeks, remaining there only to steadily increase his temperature. 'Oh, a bet she thought that was ignorant to inquire,' the brute wanted to apologize to her. The brute despised feeling stupid and certainly she would believe him to be for asking such an obscure thing. Shivers rushed across his spine, the canine could not establish why such tremors were plaguing him. He dared not accept the truth, nor even acknowledge it enough to admit it's potential existence. Love was something that would only cause him heartache in the end, for he was the unlovable. As she tripped over her words, the brute pressed himself closer against her; he was struggling to bite back a rather large grin. Her reaction made his body long for her, the shy and modest way that she seemed so surprised. It brought about a strange arousal within him, the innocence within her was beautiful; yet, she was clearly no child. The femme was intelligent, friendly, and helpful - that was merely scraping the surface of her qualities. Tilting his crania more towards the femme, he studied her quietly for a few minutes before opting himself to speak again. "Then they must have been a bit more shy than myself, for I can guarantee they were all thinking it," the brute attempted to hold a glittering golden gaze upon Aowyn, but it proceeded to drift off repeatedly. He just could not remain brave enough to continue to glance at this angel, it simply brought his silhouette into eager shivers. 'What all is she doing to me?' the witchcraft she was performing impressed him, none had managed to bring about such excitement. The brute nuzzled the female gently, softly leaning away for a mere second. When he leaned closer again, he offered her a gentle lick upon the cheek. Whatever had swarmed his mind and body was becoming quite the plague. He could simply not resist the female, the Alpha longed to see her smile - to watch her recover and grow as a family with the pack. The brute mentally bit himself, struggling to keep such optimism away. Hormones were one thing, but his happy ending was never going to make an appearance. There would always be something plaguing him from true ecstatic joy. "I am sorry," shyly the brute turned away, "It is hard to resist an angel." He attempted to stifle his words into nothingness, praying that Aowyn would not become creeped out or upset with what he said. words:: One thousand two hundred and fifty-one muse:: Great tags:: Aowyn ooc:: I am so sorry for the delay, life ate my face.

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Luck had never been anything overly important to her, as it seemed to often avoid her like the plague, but even as she paused to look at it, she realized it had been there more oft than not. She had survived the duration of her father's rule over her, survived every journey on land she had made, and had survived the storm that had dragged her across the sea to this place. Luck had blessed her with a good pack, good wolves that would be her friends, stand by her in her worst times. Her brothers had done that, but they had been family, and she had often heard family didn't count much in a situation like that. They were almost required to be that way, though she didn't believe that. They very well could have left her for dead several times, but they hadn't, and that was all that mattered to her. They had been with her throughout it all, except this. Now would have been the time for her to adjust to the fact that new supports would need to be made, and she was getting there ever so slowly. She wasn't alone, not even now.

The femme wasn't entirely sure how to respond to the fond glances he cast over her pelt as the moonlight shed it's silver sheen over it. Not a soul in the world had ever looked at her in such a way. There had been the expressions of lust, of need to the point that scared her, because they had no intentions of getting to know her first, not in the slightest. She had never believed herself overly beautiful, or even pretty in the slightest. That had been her mother's job, Malaika's job when she had lived with her. Both femme held an incredibly exquisite beauty that she had never been capable of matching. His expression seemed to rank more along the lines of fond, rather than ones filled with sheer lust and need. If it had at all been the latter that she had found, she would have found a way to excuse herself a long while ago. However, the need she had to just have someone to talk to was great, and everything about the situation felt safer than anything else. She didn't want it to end.

Aowyn didn't fail to see that they would provide for her in her time of need, but she had never been provided for in such a way. She always did the hunting and the providing for everyone else before she had been allowed to do anything for herself, and even then more had always been required of her. It was a strange feeling, being given the opportunity to be cared for instead of having to do the caring. She almost didn't like it, because it wasn't anything entirely natural to her. She would find a way to provide for herself so that she did not have to pester anyone with having to hunt for her. She hated the feeling of being needy and of having someone else do for her what she could do herself. She did see his point, though; she couldn't let her ankle get any worse. Her ears flicked slightly at his tone, yellow-grey orbs switching from the ground to his well-sculpted face. She offered a shaky, shy nod, "R-right... I w-will rest best th-that I c-c-can." She honestly couldn't guarantee she would sit still; she would find a way to feed herself without having to be a burden to anyone else. "Wh-when is th-this hunt?" She filled the silence that followed the end of his words, wanting there to be more but unsure if there would be.

Aowyn truly enjoyed his company, more so than anyone else she had ever come across. Of course, there had been times as a pup where she yearned to be with her mother when she was terrified of something, but this was far from the same. What was it about him that made this yearning so much stronger than that of the comfort she needed when she was frightened? The center of warmth in her stomach that caused her thoughts to scatter was a mystery to her, yet every bit of common sense pointed to her interaction with him as the answer to what she wanted to know. It was an odd attraction to her, one she had not experienced with another being on the continents which she had lived. It was completely irresistible, but it wasn't the only thing there. A sense of security, of safety, one that made her feel as though she could close her eyes and sleep for long hours, then wake to the same setting. The desperation in her chest to be closer to him was almost painful, yet one she couldn't resist nonetheless.

Few had ever been remotely interested in her ability to fish, and it had been restricted to her family and a few passersby who had come across the ability. It wasn't something entirely common for a desert wolf to do, considering the often lack of water in the area. Most deserts tended to have some type of water source, whether it was a river or an oasis. She had fished in very cold waters far north before, where the fish tended to be very large, and very far south, where they tended to fight back. "Y-Yes. In th-the mountains, d-deserts, t-tundras. J-Jungle fish are m-my l-least favorite... Th-They fight b-back." In leaving her desert home, she and her family had searched for a suitable place to live. Whatever made them think a snowy plain was a good place to live for them was beyond her, but the jungle had been their next choice. She often thought of the odd silver fish with such large teeth that actually chased her out of the river. She sensed the heat coming from his pelt, believing it to be from embarrassment, and nudged his shoulder softly with a gentle smile. She didn't mind the questions; they were welcome.

Aowyn couldn't truly believe her ears, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into an embarrassed ball and hid in his pelt. The wagging in her tail seemed to be automatic, going on its own in showing her true reaction to the compliment he had given her. She'd never heard anyone give her something like that, and it only made the warmth in her body spread further, muscles becoming antsy as she laid there. Compliments to her beauty were unheard of to her ears, but it was a good feeling of discomfort. She liked it. "M-Most have n-n-never b-been k-k-kind to me at all..." And that was the truth. Very few seemed to take a liking to an introverted female who's only strength seemed to be hunting in unique places. Her kindness and smiles had not been tolerated by her father. He believed her weak and useless, and he had made sure she had known it. It had broken her. "B-b-but thank y-you..." There was little else she felt she could say to it.

His touch was welcome, and she found herself following it every time he pulled away even in the slightest amount. Her thoughts fuzzed over slightly, but she wondered what she was doing and what was happened. She had been raised to believe she was unlovable, but that currently did not seem to be the case. As his tongue rasped across her fur softly, shocks seemed to be sent through every one of her nerves, making her tense and then melt nearly right after. She needed to steady herself soon after, the smile on her face happy and the movement of her tail erratic. Then he apologized, and his words only widened her smile. She pushed her side against his as close as she could get it and craned her neck to return the lick he had given her, barely managing to touch his cheek. "D-Don't b-b-be sorry..." She didn't want him to be, but was almost afraid to continue her sentence. "Y-You are h-hard to r-resist all th-the same..." Part of her needed to double take; what did she just say?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/7417/rasscroll.png) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 575px; padding: 0px;] Aowyn held all of the brute's attention now, no longer was he plagued with his own demons. Thoughts of the pack hunt, ranks and claiming Xisyn had slipped into a void that the Alpha could not have accessed even if he tried. A new part of him had been awakened from its lengthy slumber. Rasalas had nearly believed it to be dead, for until this moment he had never knew such a feeling existed within him. Attention had always been divided inside his mind, persistently darting to numerous duties that required tending to. Now, any responsibility seemed to slip from his crania and flutter about the air. Before the russet canine could grab them, they had evaporated. Leaving him with the only thing that was necessary for him to exist in this moment. That was Aowyn. He had held a certain fondness for the female since the first time they met; however, the brute did not believe himself capable of pursuing a femme. He had concluded that while others were happy there would be a simple emptiness within his life. That had been acceptable and rarely seemed to bring about excessive depression within him - until recently. The femme had captivated him without any realization or warning. She had been a glimmer in his skull on even the darkest of days. There was something special about her, even now the canine knew not what it was. Instantly he had trusted the female, allowed her to be the pack's first official huntress. Maybe in other packs this was not such a rare occurrence, but for Rasalas to extend such trust was rare. Only now was he beginning to believe that giving out ranks when accepting a wolf could prove to be beneficial. With all others there still was a lingering hesitation that he was forced to look past, with everyone but Aowyn. The lack of affection that Aowyn was used to baffled the Alpha. It simply did not make sense why others would want to push such a precious creature away from them. She was kind-hearted, intelligent and talented - she was the type of canine that packs would strive to gain. Perhaps he was bias, but Rasalas was pleasantly naive of what cruelties other packs possessed. Any group of canines he had been in were supportive, for the most part. The one incident with Aries seemed to be so far away from his current reality, that the red brute hardly even realized that she had hurt him. It felt as if she was merely a character inside of a story that he had heard. The pain had disappeared for now, only thoughts of the beautiful femme nuzzled against him. He smiled happily when she proceeded to speak with him. The very sound of her voice excited him more; he was hanging on every word parting ways with her muzzle. For an instant he was reminded of reality and the tasks that needed to be tended to. "Thank you, I do not mind visiting you while you rest. I would quite like that actually," a wave of warmth stung his cheeks, his temperature continuing to rise. The rapid heartbeats in his chest were a constant reminder that he was alive, that everything before him was reality. "The hunt will occur after the official claiming of Xisyn, I believe it would be wise for us to expand," his words trailed off for a moment, hinting that there was more he longed to say. With a nervous glance away from the female and then back towards her, he mustered up the courage to speak once more. "Do you think that it would be wise for us to expand?" He wanted to know her thoughts and feelings on the situation. Few knew of his interest in expanding, as the brute just simply could not plague any of them with additional worry. There was a high likelihood that he was the only one who managed to worry over everything; however, it was a risk he wished not to take. Aowyn was one of the few exceptions, he longed to know what she thought and felt - especially when it came to the place she called home. The last thing he wanted was to upset her or make her feel unsafe. Tremors of anticipation cascaded inside of him, a longing to know exactly what was going on within her crania. He was lucky when she mentioned fishing again, utilizing her words as an excuse to shove away the concerns about the pack. She held a special set of skills, ones that he found rather impressive. She was a creative thinker and hunter, that was very apparent to the Alpha's amber optics. "Fight back?" the brute's words met the air before he even realized that he had spoken. In all of his years, Rasalas had never heard of fish fighting back. His brain was creating some imagery of a giant fish with rows of razor sharp teeth. 'What if they are poisonous?' the thought made him feel rather childish, but this was something that He had never heard of. Then again, the brute also had never attempted to hunt for fish, he preferred capturing the land dwelling creatures. It was easier for him and something familiar that he had grown up with. The future may lead him to search for sources of food other than upon land, but currently he had never attempted such a thing. Again the female was bringing him into a baffled state. It was impossible for him to not see her beauty, why had every one else within her life been so blind? Compassion and pain swirled in his chest, threatening to crush his lungs into nothing more than a powder. "They must have been blind or ignorant to believe such things about you. Either that or they were jealous of your beauty and talents," speaking to the femme was becoming somewhat easier. It still brought about exciting electric shocks that tickled every cell in his figure; yet, his confidence was steadily increasing. His body craved the feeling of her pressing against him. Arousal began overtaking him, 'does she feel the same?' He feared what would happen if he was over analyzing her reactions to his presence. Pupils dilated instantly upon hearing such a bold statement from her. It only made his overwhelming craving for her stronger, he wanted to be closer to her than he had with anyone else. The way she was making him feel was overwhelming in itself, but the Alpha had been trying to hold composure. Slowly he lifted himself slightly from the ground, enough to allow himself to press his muzzle into the back of her neck for a moment. She smelled pure, unscathed by anything that would plague Rasalas in the future. He longed to take her, but the gentleman side of him still lingered slightly. It prohibited him from simply taking what he wanted, but it was fighting a losing battle. 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grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window, dreaming of what could be and if i'd end up happy

AOWYN

Normally, she would find herself flustered in anyone's presence, incapable of forming words correctly. Her upbringing had forced the broken words down her throat, coming off that way whenever she managed to say anything. She'd only ever had any luck in speaking to pups without a stutter, because of their sweetness and the way they seemed incapable of properly judging anyone. This feeling that was blistering the inside of her chest, making it almost hurt, was something she had never known. Locked away from any potential friend or even something like this, Aowyn was at a bit of a loss as how to handle it, but whatever it was, it was increasingly pleasant. Her paws shifted carefully beneath her as though the wriggling would push the sensation into the ground. For the moment, her mind was removed from the feeling inflating in her chest with every breath she took.

Aowyn's gratefulness extended some ways down the path. Even though she had traveled with family for some time, nothing but fear and anxiety plagued her in the days she spent along after she arrived in these lands. Anikira was foreign to her and she was utterly petrified of what she was about to face, no one there with her to face them as well. She had run from everything that came at her that she perceived as dangerous, even deer. She was incapable of hunting them and it would have been easy for them to kill her. When she arrived in the Occasus, she had come upon the river and had merely intended for a swim before settling down for the night. It was one of the few times she had ever felt safe since arriving, and it was a weight lifted from her shoulders. Sure, she had been frightened out of her pelt when Rasalas had approached her, but through the process of being accepted into the pack, everything immediately became better. She was grateful for the home, the pack, and for him.

The femme had received some affection from her brothers and mother after they had left the company of her father, but before then there had been nothing and even after that there had still been so little. Her father had managed to train them into not showing any affection towards her, simply because he hated that she was small and weak, the runt of the litter. Her mother didn't mind that at all, because she made up for many things that her brothers lacked severely. Her father didn't see it that way, though, and Aowyn had come to accept that all the same. She didn't think she was intelligent, or even all that kind-hearted, let alone talented. Yes, she could fish and she hunted water-dwelling creatures well, but that didn't mean anything. She couldn't fight, couldn't defend herself practically at all. She was better at running away, and that was all that had mattered to her father.

Why anyone would want to hang onto her words would outright baffle her, but it wasn't something she noticed. Part of her wanted to believe he was merely interested in the subject, but another part of her desperately wished to believe he was interested in her as she spoke, not just the topic so it could be a conversation. "Thank you, I do not mind visiting you while you rest. I would quite like that actually," She felt the heat flood her skin at the statement, glad and even flattered that he would want to visit her. "Ah...I w-would quite en-enjoy that as w-well." She certainly couldn't lie. "The hunt will occur after the official claiming of Xisyn, I believe it would be wise for us to expand," To this, she only gave a nod. She would be better by then. "Do you think that it would be wise for us to expand?"

Aowyn's head tilted to the side as she cast a curious glance in his direction. She wasn't sure why he would ask her such a question. She was no intelligent being when it came to true pack structure and politics, especially politics. Though, expanding did make sense when the pack continued to grow. Members seemed to be coming in more and more, the pack expanding its boundaries so there was more room for the wolves to live, hunt, and everything else. It would be easier to provide for more of them if there was more of a place to get the resources from. "W-Well, it w-would p-p-provide for more m-members, and considering th-the s-size of the p-pack n-now, it's a g-good idea..." She honestly wasn't so sure how to explain it. It was a good idea, but not her call. Tassos had several wolves and a place like this could provide better shelter for certain seasons.

"Fight back?" Ah, yes, well perhaps she should have explained that better. Her mind wandered momentarily to the silvery fish in the muddy river. "Y-Yes. Some are p-predators like y-you and m-me. Th-They live in m-muddy r-rivers and have th-these teeth th-that c-constantly chatter l-like they're ch-chewing the w-water. Th-They come at y-you in g-groups."

[/i][/font] She often compared them to wolves, because they seemed to work in the same way that wolves often did as well. Took down their prey in groups. She'd seen them take down small deer before and even those were larger than she was, which had scared her from going near the river again. She was glad they hadn't remained there long, remembered having to help pull her brother out of the mud when he got stuck and the fish came near. The memory brought a small giggle to her throat.

Why couldn't she fight it? The feeling had long since returned, blossoming throughout he fur and crackling like small bolts of lightning in between each cell and each hair she had on her. It made her head jumble the thoughts that were there, make it difficult to process anything else that came to the forefront of her mind. "They must have been blind or ignorant to believe such things about you. Either that or they were jealous of your beauty and talents," That didn't seem to make the situation any easier for her. Attempting to fight off foreign emotions was arduous, especially when they were proving that she enjoyed them more than she disliked them. Nonetheless, the sentence brought out a bit of a breathless chuckle, once again unsure how to respond to the compliments being given to her. She loved it, though, because it felt nice. "It's s-so lovely t-to h-have someone who th-thinks such. Th-thank you, t-truly..."

Aowyn had not intended the bold remark at first, and it came as a surprise even to her, because she had not said such things to anyone else. The occasional compliment on someone doing well left her mouth every now and then but nothing quite like this. She yearned for the touch he was giving her in more ways than one, and she wasn't so sure she could press anymore against his side, no room left for her to do so. Her ears went back and her eyes closed carefully, as though trying to hold onto the situation in case it disappeared from her in a split second. She craned her neck almost awkwardly to nuzzle what of his face she could reach, seeming only to manage in grazing his cheek. Inhaling his scent, it went in and out of her lungs slowly, and she suddenly felt incapable of pulling away and losing any of the contact.


"aowyn speaking" - #FFC1C1
"aowyn thinking"
"others speaking"
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WORD COUNT: 1308 | TAGGED: rasalas
NOTES: as;dkgha;sdlkgh *drowns in feels*

i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes til i touch the sky

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The Alpha brute was not typically a risk taker, especially when it came to his own mental state. He knew how risky it would be if someone abandoned him again, he had been walking on this thin line for far too long. It would only take one wrong step and he would be tumbling to the ground, blacked out with fear and rage. The worst part was, he probably would not only be destroying his own life. There were others that would be greatly impacted by his actions, potentially their lives would crumble alongside his own. He could rip himself to shreds inside and out, but doing that to another would be the death of the red brute. Aowyn had stumbled into his life when he had least expected it; she had captivated him in a way that no others had. In a strange way she almost seemed worth the risk, throwing everything away seemed like an acceptable option with her by his side. But the Alpha knew he must remain levelheaded. Tassos was important, vital to his survival! He could not allow himself to forget about all of them for one female; yet, she was ever so tempting to his fragile heart.

Things did not have to become hell for him though, rather there could be a vibrant positive ending to this story. Perhaps Aowyn was the one he was supposed to fall for, together they could lead Tassos. 'Maybe we could have a family,' electricity jolted through his russet pelt at the mere thought. Certainly the brute had always dreamed of this, but the likeliness of it occurring was slim. His life had been overflowing with let downs and heartbreaks, why was he supposed to expect this to be any different? He was shy with explaining his true feelings, assuming compliments and affectionate nuzzles would explain better than anything. Fear was slowly chewing at his bones, creating a deadly war within the red male. He longed for things to become the best for everyone in Tassos, but what if they became the worst? What if his current family shattered when he began to have a personal family as well? 'Everyone would be happy, I think,' golden orbs shifted from Aowyn out towards the nothingness before them. He nearly expected the others to be standing their staring him down, testing him on what would be the best.

The thumping of his heart resonated hollowly throughout his existence. A feeling of confusion was swarming over him. He was used to turmoil in his life, but none had felt so important to him. Truthfully, Rasalas had never felt this important to anyone. It was as if he actually mattered to someone and not solely because he was their Alpha. A light breeze whispered throughout the terrain, causing his pelt to ruffle ever so slightly. The encouraging caresses of Mother Nature increased his confidence about this situation. Life was bringing him to a new place, one that could be safer than where he was before. New possibilities and a new future were spread before him, he knew that he needed this more than anything. Lowering his muzzle the brute watched the femme slightly beneath him, wondering if her emotions were swirling the same way that his were. She could be feeling this same mixture of chaos and peace within her very soul and all because of him. A light smile dared to peek across his maw again, Aowyn was a savior in her own way.

He noticed her quizzical gaze when he inquired about expanding; apparently the question startled her. Rasalas valued the opinions of his pack mates, without them Tassos would be absolutely nothing. For a moment his mind threatened to think of Ryala, back to when it was simply himself and Scout trying to make everything work out. He had been scared inside, desperate to bring others together before the pack truly diminished. Losing a family was painful, to say the least, by now the Alpha had lost many. He hoped that Tassos would never suffer the same fate, his existence would be crushed. "I am glad you agree, darling," once more his external happiness grew. She agreed with him, that was all the red brute needed to solidify the decision in his own mind. With Aowyn's agreement pride began to fill his figure, daring to express itself within the smallest glimmer in his orbs. When she was near him the world felt minuscule and distant, as if they were far away from everything else. They were invincible to pain and suffering, their souls drifted above all else.

His gaze was then curious as she explained the chattering fish with their lengthy teeth. This was a creature that certainly could only exist in hell or some place similar they sounded absolutely horrifying. Rasalas would never be able to comprehend why animals like those existed, but surely they had some form of purpose. Gradually his tail fell still behind him, his mind cluttered with the multitude of ways that this evening could turn out. All that he wanted was for everything to be perfect; yet, the russet brute knew that was impossible. Such a thing could never be achieved regardless of his exhausting efforts. "My darling, you deserve more than I have to give." His words were quiet, significantly more loving than usual. His heart was making itself known through only his gentle speech. Fear prevented him from saying everything that he longed to, worry that he would be rejected. With one push, the brute cleared his mind. There was not time to contemplate every possible out come right now; he needed to act. Every nerve set to trembling within the brute as he leaned forward to give her a gentle nuzzle on the back of her neck once again.

Taking a few steps back the Alpha's golden gaze never wandered from the huntress before him. His next movements were driven by instinct, directing the brute with what he was to do. His muzzle found its way beneath her tail, inhaling her scent sharply. She was going to belong to him and nothing as going to change that. With an abrupt inhale the brute's jaws found their way to the back of Aowyn's neck grasping upon it lightly as he pulled her body more beneath him. Hormones and adrenaline were swarming throughout his system, but this was not merely an action of lust. Rasalas cared for this femme more than she probably knew, it would take time for Aowyn to realize the extent of his feelings towards her. Every piece of his being craved her, it was taking his total self-control not to bite down harder upon her scruff and drag he forcefully beneath him. He fully mounted her, waiting for only a moment to see if she was going to protest before gently pressing himself into her.

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grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window, dreaming of what could be and if i'd end up happy

AOWYN

Aowyn didn't understand what some people could see in her, having been born and raised to believe she was quite worthless in the eyes of anyone deemed important. Yet, here she had been for the last little while, laying beside the Alpha, who seemed glad to see her and to converse with her. Then there had been her brothers, whom had not liked her in the beginning per her father's request, and then there was Malaika, the lovely female one of her brothers took as a mate. Calandra, Scout, and others now. Why was it just casting out everything she had ever grown up believing in? They did not see her the way her father was, and it seemed even the alpha here held a fondness for her. Despite her weaknesses, her everlasting speech impediment, and incredibly introverted ways, they cared for her and enjoyed her presence. It made her head ache, but she could not at all say she didn't love the way this was. There was a first time for everything, and it was wonderful.

The femme had always been the subordinate, the omega, the one everyone else had permission to beat over the head and push around if they damn-well pleased. Never once had it crossed her mind to be alpha, let alone alongside anyone else. Well, love had never really been on the forefront of her mind, as it was something that needed less focus on. She was thinking of it now, though, and it zig zagged around in her head in odd patterns, leaving an unpleasant and unwelcome feeling in the back of her mind. It was only unwelcome in the sense that she didn't understand it, was unsure how to make sense of it, how to handle it. She didn't know how to love someone like that, but wondered if she could even try. Her yellow-grey glance stole at him, thoughts crossing the possibility that he could be the one to try for. How did one begin? She was honestly clueless, and part of her prayed that was appealing rather than irritating.

Aowyn wouldn't have an inkling how to run a pack, what it took to keep the members healthy and strong and believing in their leaders. Expanding, on the other hand, she understood to an extent. One only needed so much land to provide for a certain amount of wolves, and if she counted right, there were currently twelve. That was quite the number for any pack. But as she listened to him, sensed the doubt of himself in his own voice, and then the joy and confirmation when she agreed, she supposed she understood. Even the strongest of people needed confirmation from others like her sometimes. She felt her skin grow warm, emanating the heat at an excessive rate, everything around her vanishing in a fade. She didn't want to acknowledge it was there, wanted nothing else to disturb them. An interruption was unwanted, completely and totally unwanted. For once, she didn't want to see anyone else.

The female knew enough about fish, had seen plenty of them, even in her short lifetime. She had made a mental note at the time to never go near such jungles again. It had been too muggy in the air and those fish had been particularly dangerous. Besides, with the water being too muddy to see them in, there was little doubt in her mind that she would never have been able to pick out the normal fish from the pack hunting ones. She felt stunned into silence, struck by some invisible force that prevented her from speaking. Her eyes frantically searched his face, heart swelling greatly in her chest, threatening to burst from her ribcage and spill its contents in front of her. It fluttered in a panic, brushing lightly here and there, leaving her with a tingling sensation. It was pleasant, and warm, though it made every thought fog over in the tiniest bit. It reminded her of a craving, something she desperately wanted that was within reach.

Aowyn felt only half-aware of the actions that followed, moving with them easily, though found herself surprised with what was happening. It almost scared her, yet she did not protest. Every second drove her with sheer instinct, lifting herself up carefully on her paws, not pushing too much on the injured one, but she would not feel it. The adrenaline was extensive, raising her heart beat, breathing, body heat. The craving grew. This was the craving, what she craved, what she wanted. And she could not--would not-- stop it from happening. Now she understood, now she knew why. The femme sucked in a deep breath, and let it go on.


"aowyn speaking" - #FFC1C1
"aowyn thinking"
"others speaking"
END HERE

WORD COUNT: 000 | TAGGED: Rasalas
NOTES: End of Thread?

i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes til i touch the sky

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The Alpha could barely contain the euphoria rushing throughout him as he moved in and out of the female. Tonight had brought them closer than he had ever imagined possible. After all these years of being alone, the endless nights without sleep, someone worthwhile had finally stepped into his life. Aowyn was a blessing to him in so many ways; yet, she hardly even realized how much he cared for her. Perhaps she was unaware of his true feelings, but he had finally established what was on his mind. Instinct had taken over them, for the next few moments he did not have to worry about what the future would hold - only this one infinite memory. All that the Alpha wanted was to have her remain a permanent fixture within his life, someone he could spend every day beside until he died. The lack of air within his lungs is all that he would allow to separate them.

Carefully the brute dismounted the female, panting heavily. She had felt phenomenal, better than he had ever dreamt possible. Seconds of silence crossed between them, his gaze slowly shifting itself from the female to the sky above. Once more he had gotten himself tangled in a situation that could prove to play out negatively for him. 'Aowyn is different than all the others, she won't just leave,' the thought nearly tore a whine from his lips. Rasalas could not manage to become abandoned again, but everyone else had left so there was no particular reason to believe she would not do the same. Giving his head a gentle shake, he finally had cleared his head of the chaotic mix. This time it had been different than the normal rubbish, thoughts of a lifelong companion had been poking around his brain. The Alpha did not know how to process such information at the time and he found himself more caught up in the femme than anything else. 'Look how things are going, they will only get better. She isn't Aries,' a slight shiver rippled across the male's body.

Softly he nuzzled Aowyn's shoulder. He longed to know what was inside of her mind; however he did not foresee her genuinely explaining everything to him. There could be nothing to say on her end, but there certainly was on his. Rasalas did not know how to explain his feelings to her, if it was even possible to let her know how he really felt. The brute slowly moved himself from behind the femme to a closer, cuddling position. He wanted to be as close to the huntress as possible, to let her know that she was safe in Tassos. The last thing the brute wanted was for her to leave, she had been given the last delicate piece of his soul. Should she decide that he was not what she wanted, well the Alpha would have a difficult time accepting that. It was a fear deep inside his heart, one that made his mind feel nearly frozen. A quiet sigh escaped his lungs, it was becoming apparent that something was on his mind. How did someone speak of emotions without themselves looking weak? Was it even possible for the Alpha to explain his own thoughts - surely he did not want to appear as pathetic.

"Aowyn, darling, I care about you," his words faded away but within his tone there was an apparent longing. Inside his crania there was such much that he desired to tell her, words he feared speaking yet wanted to say. The Alpha had never felt this way about anyone or anything, his adoration for the female was complete. The brute could not dare say it was love, for his own worries were restraining him. The thought of rejection shattered his fragile heart, all he wanted was for her to be happy with him - forever. "I would never intentionally hurt you, I -" his words froze as his golden optics caught hers. She was an angel sent to save him; he could not believe that someone as pure as Aowyn would arrive before him. A piece of him believed that this was only a dream, he would awake alone once again. Everything he had ever cared for disappeared, did that mean she would too? The red brute was beginning to believe that he caused everyone to leave, maybe there was something drastically flawed about his own personality.

A steady wag was still overcoming his tail and it thudded lightly on the ground behind him. Such happiness was a new occurrence and he was unsure how to express it or if he even should. Emotions had always baffled the brute, confused him to the utmost extent. He never knew if it was right and proper to communicate them with others. Eyes were filled with a compassion like no other had seen from the red male, but for now silence consumed him. A flush had once again swarmed his facial features from embarrassment. 'I hope she understands and doesn't believe me a fool,' slowly he lowered his head down to his legs. The warmth between himself and Aowyn made the Alpha feel secure like he belonged by her side. Tassos members were all under his total protection; yet with the huntress it was different. Leaning closer to the female he extended her a gentle lick upon the cheek, "I am so lucky to be this close to you." With that the brute's eyes began to flutter close, allowing the comfort of sleep to consume him.

End Thread.

OoC| I thought I would kinda wrap things up so the thread didn't end in the middle of them mating lol.