.:: A path to life... or death? [OPEN]

[kahira]

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Clumps of frozen snow clung to the longer parts of her dark fur, particularly her underbelly and chest, her tail moved too much for snow to keep a grip. She was panting slightly, though she had taken her time, she had managed to cross the Kinath mountains without injury, though she had come close... very close, quite a few times. It was strange, to actually be in this area. Though she had a decent knowledge of the Oriens, never had she set paw here before. She was sneaky, like a shadow, just as one would notice her presence, she'd be gone. It was how she had managed to stay alive this year, quietly passing through a pack's territory, grabbing what scraps she could find, before slithering away. She wasn't proud of it of course, but hunting was difficult. She fared quite well in the spring and summer when the snow on the waters melted, revealing bountiful fish and little to no one to fight with for them, but when the snow began to fall and the waters froze over, Kahira had to resort to more shameful acts. It was dangerous work no doubt, crossing a pack's border. There had been a few times where she was sure she'd get caught, even if she always tried to keep downwind something would go wrong, but she was quick like that, breaking for her best opening to get out of the area. Never had she gotten in a fight with a pack, though she dreads the day if and when it will come. So why was she setting herself up in the Oriens? The second she started up the mountain pass, she knew it would be too late to turn back. She wasn't here for food, no, even if she was starving and there was a pile of meat just sitting there in the Oriens, she wouldn't bother. Kahira had spent most of the year listening and watching for any information about the packs in Anikira. Though her knowledge isn't as grand as she would have liked it to be, it was enough to form her opinion. Treated like rotten meat, the females of the Vashti pack were, to Kahira, pathetic. With her personality, Kahira would get in way too much trouble there. Too militarized for her tastes. The Ryala? Heavens no! Kahira had no problem with the disabled wolves, but she was too wild for that pack, she'd have too much energy to contain in such a slow environment. Descai? She had thought about it, it definitely would do her good, it would fit her, but aside from what she knew on how the pack was run, she knew little of it's internal workings. It had taken her awhile to reject them. If her plans today didn't work out, she might just have to turn there. Well that left only two more packs; the Airila, or Amar. Kahira knew of the Amar pack, she liked their isolated location, it was safe, secure. Their pack wasn't as mushy or strict as the others, it seemed to fall just right in between of the two dislikes. Since Kahira had almost no knowledge of the Airila pack aside from their location, she went with Amar. Why not just stay a loner? She had asked herself this question a lot, but the more she would see packs of wolves, the more lonely she grew. She longed for a family, a pack, somewhere to call home. She was also tired of starving, or just barely making in through the seasons. To know she'd have security and food within a pack was all Kahira needed to set out to find one. After her mother's death, Kahira had no one. Her paws pushed clumps of snow as she walked. Her eyes of emerald stared into the distance for any signs of wolves. It was getting dark, the sun was just beginning to kiss the horizon, painting the sky in arrays of golds and pink. Temperature was dropping and Kahira would have to find a place to stay the night if she didn't find someone. With her tail a quarter raised and her ears pointed to the side, she trotted along through the snow and through the trees. She could scent the others on the air, but she dared not get too close. She wasn't even sure how she'd go about doing this. What was she to say? With a huff she padded over to a large pine, it's lowest branched kept the ground under it free from snow. She glanced around briefly before slipping under the green bristles and curling up to preserve body heat. Her eyes stayed locked on the land around her and her ears stayed forward, listening. As time passed, the clumps on her fur began to melt and her snout rested upon her paws. She was tired, so tired. Her eyes drooped a bit, making the edges of her vision blurry. No, she couldn't fall asleep yet, oh but she was comfy under the tree. The tip of her tail twitched slightly as it curled around her back legs. She adjusted herself, folding her front paws under her chest, though now her head rested upon the ground, it wasn't so bad. There it was again, the drooping eyes. She gave up trying to fight it off and let them close. [/style]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] Regardless sleep just would not come. It just lay vacant in the air, once in awhile the Mexican female would catch a glimpse of it. As soon as her muddy orbs caught it, then it would dissipate. All of it simply a mirage, nothing more. Finally, she had gotten aggravated - royally pissed off. 'I don't need this,' she forced her body upright, her paws ready for the movement. Her upbringing had, ironically, prepared her for insomnia. Constant movement and persistent training, this female's body could surely take a beating and still remain upright. 'That's how the little incident happened,' she chuckled lightly as her pace quickened. Before the female even realized it, she had left all of the others behind her and was in a full out sprint. The bitter breeze was exhilarating to the female, she absolutely adored the contrast in temperature. It simply made her heart beat faster and a bit of adrenaline pump throughout her veins, it certainly was not helping her fall asleep. Nashira could not help that she wanted to keep herself in shape, running proved to be useful in multiple ways. Allowing the femme to not only train her muscles, but to release her mind as well. Since Father had come back into the picture, she felt quite cluttered upstairs. Her brain was unsure what to do with all of the unprocessed information about her mother. Rhea had been quite a loving mother, she prepared her child to be strong and well guarded. This still proved true about Nashira, even to this day she held everyone a safe distance away. There had not been a reason for any to be permitted into her heart, except for Hadrian. 'He is father, I can make an exception for him,' even in a sprint she bobbled her head in agreement. Paws gently caressed the ground beneath them, she nearly glided across the snow. It was kicked from beneath her muscular figurine as she rushed herself across the terrain, mind was now empty. Blank like her brown optics. Empty like it needed to be. Although she could happily live within herself, it was much better to have Hadrian around. He gave her some hope for a future and true family, at least there was somebody somewhere. The femme's poor sense of smell caused her not to initially realize that a foreigner had meandered into The Oriens, had she noticed Kahira, she certainly wouldn't have been passed up on the subordinate's first trot by the foliage. Alas, her battle wound had given her quite lasting damage and her sense of smell would never be the same. After the extensive running, however, the femme opted to calm her racing blood down. She did not want her life force to work too hard for no reason, this night had merely been one for relaxation. Carefully she padded back in the direction that Kahira's hideout was in. This time something was off, she noticed that the air smelled slightly different. 'I am not sure,' she stretched her neck and took a few sharp inhales in an attempt to see if she was being overly analytical. Auds quivered and her optics surfed the snowy terrain, raping it for something out of place. After destroying everything surrounding her, she found an ebonite piece of fluff. Cocking her head to the side she cautiously began the approach upon whatever was hiding within the shrubbery. Much to her surprise the canine was sleeping, or so it seemed. "Hey, you!" her words were stern, emotionless. By no means was the female trying to come off as rude to this foreign wolf; yet, she knew not what her purpose was within Amar lands. "Do you not realize that this territory has been claimed by Amar?" Her words held more of an inquiring tone, but still held an air of attempted control over the conversation. Her fluffy tail quivered behind her slightly, and the female's stance was fairly straight. Even if her head was not held extremely high, she was no Alpha. The Mexican female tilted her head to the side, a demandingly curious glance sent towards the ebony hued female. The air surrounding her remained still after her slight verbal demands, she ensured that her tone was not too loud - after all, if an issue could be avoided than it would be. Although, Nashira was not willing to back down from a fight if this canine had one to give. In fact, it had been quite some time since she had gotten into it with another canine; a part of the femme nearly yearned for it. However, she knew not what the Alpha would think of that or (more importantly) her father. Patiently she awaited, to see if this other creature had truly been asleep - or merely faking it. Count | Eight hundred and eighteen Muse | Eh, not terrible Tags | Kahira/Open Notes | Woot, getting Nashira more active

[kahira]

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Her mind wandered, images from her past danced before her closed eyelids as if she was there again, but viewing it from an outsider's perspective. She could feel the lush, green grass of summer beneath her paws, sinking up between her toes. A dream perhaps? Of course. She could smell the fresh air, filled with the scents of blossoms and other mixtures of plants. It had just rained, the smell of wet grass was thick in the cool summer air. She saw herself, younger, her black coat more grey than it was now, she was playing, wrestling with her father. Her mother laid gingerly upon a flat boulder, overlooking the two and the surrounding area. Her mother's fur almost shined blue in the sunlight. Kahira had never seen a more blacker wolf in all her life and even then, none as beautiful as her mother's. Her father; grey, though perhaps darker than most. It was where Kahira got the grey in her coat from. Many may think it unsightly, but she wore it with pride, happy to have a bit of each parent in her genes. She felt her father's teeth on her neck, it was gentle though, playful. She had rolled over, her back pressing into the damp ground, she could feel it through her fur. Her vision blurred on the scene as her ears picked up noise from reality. What was that? Her mind was still in a haze, barely there before she slipped back into the dream. She was glad she had not woken up, the dream was too perfect. It was how she imagined their life before her father fell ill and her mother lost to her. It was, in a sense, a perfect world. She could see siblings in her future in this dream, that would have made her happy, to have a brother, or two... perhaps even a sister. A family pack, her parents would have their wish. They had their own territory, perfectly content with the world. Oh, but how far off this dream was. More noise from outside her mind. Was someone there? It came and went so fast, perhaps it was just a hare darting by, having caught a whiff of Kahira's scent before hurrying away in fear back to it's burrow. Yes, perhaps that was what it was. She was peaceful, curled beneath that pine, the snow had melted from her fur completely now and the thick, fleshed branches of the pine kept the area warm. A voice? Her ears twitched again. Yes, definitely a voice. It was a short bark at first, but came back longer the next time. Had she been found? Oh no, this was not how she had planned this. Well, really her mind only went as far as getting to Amar lands, from there it was sort of a trial and error plan. Her eyes snapped open, "What was this?" she thought, a wolf's scent instantly hit her nose. Yes, someone was definitely there. She got flustered, quickly squirming out from beneath the tree to shake her fur out before turning towards where the voice had originated from. Her ears were held to the side, her tail lowered, but not quite so low it touched her hind legs. She didn't want to appear weak, perhaps pathetic to this female. Kahira couldn't even if she wanted to, she didn't want a fight though, that was one thing she wanted to avoid here. It would certainly be a bad start to her hopes of joining this pack. Her head lowered, just a bit, "I am aware of who these lands belong to." her voice came out strong, but in no way rude. Was this female an alpha? Perhaps it was to early to judge, but by the way this female held herself, Kahira could safely guess she wasn't. "I do not come to harm, nor to steal, only to join if I am welcomed." she finished after her short pause for her thoughts, though it only lasted a few seconds. For a loner, Kahira was not as skinny as most would normally think of one. Wolves didn't often eat fish, but being it the only food source Kahira was raised on, she easily stocked up in pounds during the summer and fall months. She disliked it, but she actually looked heavy during fall. She felt better about herself during winter though even if her meals were few and far between as she began to lose that weight she had packed on. She was comfortable around the water be in flowing or frozen. To this female, Kahira may appear healthy, but perhaps just a bit underweight. Her emerald-like eyes looked up at the other female, who's coat was dotted in browns and creams. Her gaze met hers though, be this wise or not, Kahira did not think of it. She did not want to appear like she was completely at this female's mercy, even though in actuality, she was. If this female wanted to kill Kahira for trespassing onto her pack's land, she had every right to. This was the danger Kahira had accepted when she decided to cross the mountain pass. She knew that there would be no turning back unless chased off. She was in this to the end. [/style]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] Brown optics watched the other canine closely as if she expected it to run. In a way Nashira did, she was by no means a large canine yet not small either. Her muscles were well defined even beneath her fluffy pelt. There was no doubt that this canine was a fighter, even if her pack had yet to acknowledge that skill. Head tilting to the side slightly, she proceeded to observe the Mackenzie Valley femme. It was perplexing as to why this seemed like a comfortable resting place; however, Nashira had no room to speak. Prior to reuniting with Hadrian, she had slept in many uncomfortable places. As long as they were at least somewhat sheltered and private enough that she believed no others would find her. 'Perhaps this femme was merely doing the same thing,' she felt down for the potential harshness she had shown this canine. But the truth still remained, they were trespassing and she would not permit that within Amar. Her father put his name on the line for her, that would not be done for nothing. Her stance remained stoic, silent and observant as the other canine returned her tone. She resisted the urge for a smile to creep across her maw, the Mexican was slightly entertained that the other wolf seemed to mimic her very own actions. It was disturbingly intriguing, but she would not give Kahira the pleasure of knowing this. That would merely show that she was weak. Her claws flexed into the snowy ground beneath them, welcoming the burning freeze to enter her toes. It gave the female a sense of being grounded, she knew what was real and what to do. Defend her pack and land, but her auds were astonished when the female spoke of joining. 'And she had the misfortune of stumbling upon me, I can do nothing for her in that regard,' her thoughts droned blandly as she watched Kahira evermore. Nashira would not grant this wolf trust, after all the strange femme could wish to attack the pack from the inside. "What do you call yourself, femme?" her words were still frosted with the attempt to dominate this conversation, to show the foreigner who was in charge. Nashira liked the idea of there being another canine around, perhaps one that could one day want to be her friend. Alas, it was hard to believe that many wolves had a heart of gold. She had been lucky before, but on several occasions she had not. That was why her sense of smell had been damaged and why she lacked some feeling within her tail. The attack still replayed vividly in her skull, a nightmare on repeat that would never go away. There had been a reason, behind the emotionless exterior she did have feeling. However, Rhea could not be protected. She was just one wolf, and she had been still young even if she was no longer a pup. How could she have protected her mother from all of the attackers? Everyone was supposed to die; somehow herself and Hadrian had survived though. Since meeting her War God, her father: Nashira now believed in miracles. There had to be some greater purpose, the two had survived for a reason. When all the others were slaughtered, by some divine plan they had survived. Now, she had struggled throughout the mainland and onto Anikira, in search of something familiar. She has found it and now held a family as well, her orbs continued to remain upon Kahira. That brought her to stay with Amar, she could not leave Hadrian. That brute seemed to be all she had left of her birth family. 'Her story could be similar,' at last she broke her gaze away from the other canine, only for it to surf the terrain. Her body still remained extremely still, as if she expected any noise to drive some evil force towards them. Shivers raced up her spinal column, frosting its' fluid. At last she broke her own silence, drove herself into reality. The two were still alone, "What can you offer Amar, if you do truly wish to join us," her tone was softer even if any indication of emotion was missing. A frigid breeze swept roughly over the landscape, causing the subordinate to move for the first time in what felt like eternities. Muddy orbs squinted to shield themselves and her crania turned itself close to her shoulder blade. Luckily her nose had little feeling, at least it didn't sting with the harsh winter weather. Nashira secretly enjoyed the blustery cold weather, it was a pleasant change of pace for her. Persistently it reminded her that she was attempting to lead a new life. Her tail lowered itself after the wind passed, and she shook her frame slightly - ridding it of any snow that had been collecting upon her pretty pelt. The decision was made within her mind, after the female responded then she would summon the Alpha. If, for whatever reason, this canine turned out to be worthless garbage - then Nashira could chase her off. The Amar member doubted that this foreigner would be useless, chances are she held some skill or intelligence. At least it seemed so. Kahira's stance showed pride, much like her own did, that much the Mexican female could tell. Despite being startled the newcomer had still not brought about violence or aggression upon the subordinate for being so abrupt. All of those were good signs, Nashira was silently pleased; although, her lack of emotion could make others doubt that. Even still, no signs of life lay within her eyes, none upon her features. It was as if the femme did not have a soul; yet, it was such a perfected disguise. Count | Nine hundred and seventy-three Muse | Pretty good Tags | Kahira/Open Notes | Yay, I wrote this at work

[kahira]

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They were almost equal in height, though Kahira seemed a few inches taller than the female. She wondered if this female would attack her, she seemed to look like she wanted to, but it was difficult to tell, especially when Kahira knew nothing about her. Her gaze watched the female's actions carefully, even when she dug her nails into the snowy ground, Kahira was aware of every joint that moved while doing such an action. A brief wind rushed through the area, it's strength made it almost howl as it passed by the closely packed trees. It ruffled the fur on Kahira's pelt and though it sent a sudden chill down her spine from the shock of cold against her warm flesh, she didn't let it show. The wind was gone as quickly as it came. "What do you call yourself, femme?" Her tone was strong as she asked, it held a demanding presence to it that Kahira easily picked up on. She was attempting to keep dominance on this conversation, she had every right to. Kahira wanted to reply back with an equal tone but held her tongue, this would be unwise. Kahira was on her and her pack's land, she had no right to challenge this female's authority here. "My name is Kahira." she answered, her tone didn't falter though, it still held power, but it was soft. If words could have action, Kahira's would be almost bowing to the other female's who would be standing tall. The female's eyes seemed thoughtful almost, as if thinking, but it was such a quick glance Kahira couldn't be sure. Kahira wandered if this female would truly help Kahira. Would she bring the news of a loner to her alpha? Or would she leave Kahira, desert her here in the forest for her to wait for another wolf to stumble her way? Perhaps... she may even chase her off, warning her to never return. What would Kahira do then? If the female did indeed chase her away? Well... there was always the chance of trying again, but that was more risk than Kahira was willing to throw. Her only other options was to either remain a loner or search for another pack. No... she couldn't remain a loner. She had slacked this fall in stocking up for the winter, she wouldn't much longer she was sure. A pack was her only option, otherwise this could possibly be her last winter. Her attention was drawn back as the female asked what she had to offer to the Amar pack if she did join. What could she offer? She was a decent fighter, she didn't rely on power to win a fight but cunning. She knew how to hunt fish, but she wondered if the other wolves even ate fish. Her wandering gave her knowledge of not just the land, but the other packs as well, though it wasn't as grand as some would think. She did know paths through other territories where, unless unlucky, it was unlikely that they would ever be noticed. Kahira took a moment to reply, collecting her thoughts, "I'm a fighter, but not like most wolves I would think. I rely on my cunning to win a fight, through tricks and plays rather than pure strength, though am more than capable of changing styles in the heat of battle." a short pause, she wondered how to tell this female about the fish, "I was raised practically on fish... my parents taught be at a young age how to catch them. Though... I'm led to believe not many others eat fish. Perhaps useful though when other game is scarce." she answered, breaking that paused silence. "My whole life I've been a loner, my knowledge of the lands and other packs is decent enough, and though I am not proud of it... I know of ways through their territories where, as long as luck and good wind is on my side, no one ever notices me." she explained, her eyes still looked at the female, still watching every action she made. This moment, just a breath, could go many different ways in a heart-beat. Kahira was vigilant, careful with how she moved her body to position herself differently. No longer did she face the female head on, but sideways, she was less stiff now, the cold made it a bit uncomfortable to remain in one position for too long without movement. Her ears flattened against her head which still remained lower than the female's. Her though, remained the same, she refused to tuck and cower, it was embarrassing to Kahira. Still, it remained low, it's tip twitching every now and then. Her legs stood closer together as for the briefest of moments, her eyes left the female to look around the area before returning as quickly as they had left. [/style]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] Nashira was satisfied that the other canine had not inquired her name. It was better left unsaid. Not that her name inflicted terror onto those around her or anything; however, it made the Mexican Female feel safer to have some sense of anonymity. A name could go quite a long way, after all merely then word 'Hadrian' had guided her all the way to Anikira. Surprising that somehow she managed to follow the brute across the ocean; yet, she was stubborn - nothing would have stopped her. Except death of course, that was the stopping force of nearly everything. A name could be rather important and Nashira was not one to lie, unless totally necessary. It was common knowledge that she could not lie about something so simple to Kahira, especially not when the femme merely wished to join Amar. Kiddo's personality was still a bit of a mystery to her, thus the female knew not what he would do. Perhaps he would inquire the same questions she did? Either way, Nashira wished not to waste her Alpha's time. Audits quivered as the female ingrained the Mackenzie Valley's name into her brain, etching deep into her flesh. It would not be forgotten, she could recall this female's scent and calling anywhere. Brown eyes settled slightly, no longer did they forcefully bare into the other female's soul. It was almost as if they grew bored and began wandering about on their own. Internally she began to feel slightly more stable about this new canine; yet, until Kahira was accepted into Amar, Nashira would remain weary. The trust that the femme would receive next had to be mostly forced, but if Kiddo accepted her then she was family. No matter how strange and awkward it felt to the Mexican. 'No, my vow of faith goes toward Hadrian and Kiddo - I merely have to be civil with the others,' silence was one of her dearest friends in this case. Most likely the other wolves would have been displeased to hear such a statement, but none of them had even bothered to talk to her. All of them were just too busy. A smirk darted across her features like a cat slinking throughout the night, even still there was nothing behind it. "A warrior, eh? It seems you may be in the right place," her words seemed quite true - Amar certainly did have many fighters here. It made Nashira wonder why they did not converse and socialize in any way but if their pride was as vast as her own, well then that would simply explain it. Often times it seemed that warriors lived within their own minds, they determined who was friend and foe. It made sense, for she certainly did not let others make her decisions. Regardless of what another told her, the ultimate ruling on a canine was done by herself. A swift moment of silence consumed the two wolves before the subordinate opted to speak once more, "I shall call him." With that, the female tilted her muzzle upward towards the hazy sky above and a loud howl erupted from her chest. Nashira was displeased with how loud it sounded, but she knew the resonating noise would certainly catch Kiddo's attention. He had been summoned, a song to call him to greet the newcomer. It was simple and brief, nothing excessively extravagant. After all, she had no influence over the brute, why feed him information he would simply find out himself? She had merely been dragged to a pack hunt by her father, been accepted into the pack, and then faded into the darkness. All others seemed to have tasks here. She merely existed and helped out where she could. Muzzle lowered to a more comfortable position once more, "Now we wait." It was a simple, and rather obvious, statement; however, Nashira knew not what else to say in order to maintain any sort of conversation. Thus, the femme withdrew into her statue of a body and waited. Still like a gargoyle she stood in the snow, brown eyes changing focus between the near and the far. One moment they were studying Kahira's features closely and the next reading the horizon for her Alpha. Audits remained erect, ready for any sort of company that the two canines would receive. 'Hopefully just Kiddo,' even though the female would have been comforted if her father had decided to show himself. He was the shaman though and had no reason to drag himself down here when the Alpha was called. Count | Seven hundred and thirty something.... Muse | Not terrible Tags | Kahira/Open Notes | I wonder if Scout will notice this thread :P

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[atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/Requests/KidMid.png?t=1344230995] A loud song entered his ears. A very loud song. It wasn't extravagant or exceptional in any way but it was a summoning howl. This time it was at least by one of his members. It seemed like he had been talking to loner after loner non-stop recently. It had become almost every day now. He wasn't upset about the attention that his pack was getting at all. He just wished that he had some more time to do other things. Right now, he had no one in charge except for himself which was making more work for himself. He needed to get a lead hunter in charge to make sure the pack ate and then he would go from there. Perhaps a beta at some point if work should get too overbearing. Kiddo actually hadn't been too far and began walking to what sounded like Nashira. Kiddo wondered what she wanted. He also couldn't remember she said that she wanted to do. Was it fighting maybe? It was a possibility. Oh well. He would think about that later. He had to deal with whatever this was now. He did pick up another scent. It wasn't any that he recognized. Even with the pack growing almost every day, he still would know the difference between his newest member and a loner. This was for sure a wolf that he hadn't met before. The wolf smelled female but he couldn't tell anything else about her. Was this a hostile situation? It seemed like there was a breach in security recently. He would need more warriors than just Lynker and Zena. They seemed to either need more encouragement or more wolf power. He would have to find out at the next pack meeting.....which he still had to call. Dammit this was difficult. There was so much going on. He needed to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. There, much better. When he arrived, he found Nashira like he expected to and another female. She was a Mackenzie Valley wolf, like himself. She was black and had some lighter colors mixed in. Her eyes were green. He made those quick assessments while looking her over in the blink of an eye. He had gotten good at sizing up others without them noticing. He would be shocked if she realized that he had already looked her over. She wasn't terribly big but she wasn't small either. Probably 120-ish pounds. Nashira. He greeted her with her name and a small head nod. It was nothing to be considered as respect but he wasn't out to be rude to his members. He directed his attention on the new female. His grey eyes looked into her greens. I am Kiddo. I am the alpha of Amar. What is your name and what brings you here? He was well aware that Nashira may have already asked whoever this was both of those questions but for the sake of hearing it for himself, he asked her anyway.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] At least the task of summoning the Alpha had been done, now the Mexican femme merely needed to wait for his arrival. Another bitter breeze ruffled her fur, this time the subordinate did not fidget. This Mackenzie Valley female was not going to be leaving her glance until Kiddo had arrived. Nashira was not about to tell him that some strange canine had bolted off throughout the territory. So, the femme stood tall and rigid. 'Thank Fenrir,' her head swayed slowly as the silhouette of the Alpha arrived upon the horizon. The brute had not been far, that was quite the relief. The last thing she needed was to be stuck here playing baby-sitter all night. A quick glance shot towards Kahira, as if telling her that this was her true one shot. If she blew it with Kiddo then she was out. There was nothing Nashira could or would do in order to keep this foreign canine within The Oriens. Tail dropped a bit behind the femme and her head lowered itself slightly as well. Even now it was still a struggle to show submission to a canine that she hardly knew; however, it was the way of life here. The Mexican knew enough about respect and rules to know what was best to do, some submission to the Alpha was important. He was in charge, not her. Years of living on her own had ingrained several bad habits into her mind, but that did not mean she was not willing to change. In fact, if it kept her with Hadrian, the female would do just about anything. Having a family was important, despite her exterior, she did want some sort of a companion. 'Doubt I will find that here,' her thought rang out sarcastically and was rapidly cut off by Kiddo's simple greeting. It was nothing special, but then again neither was she. Stoic eyes rested upon the brute's chest, she resisted the urge to make eye contact with him, "Greetings, sir." Slowly her head lowered slightly in a gradual bow to the brute in charge here. Now was time for her to either leave or step back and remain silent. She was not needed in this situation, Kiddo was more than capable of handling it. Somehow, the femme could not bare to lift her paws and trot off. It seemed potentially risky, this female was still a new member of Amar (potential member at least). That did not mean that Kahira was a benevolent canine, nor that her intentions were innocent. Her initial lack of caring faded away, until dismissed she would be staying. The Alpha could care for himself, but an extra set of eyes could never hurt - just in case something were to occur. At least then she could protect her Alpha, that was part of what she had sworn upon joining. If it had not been a verbal vow that Kiddo had heard, it was a mental one within the Mexican female. Part of being within a pack meant defending your Alpha, even if that meant risking your own life. Nashira would have preferred risking herself for Hadrian; yet, defending Kiddo felt quite right. The subordinate felt as if she was actually doing her job, aiding the others and defending the Alpha. It really was the best that she could do, after all rank assignment had yet to occur. Even if it did not, Nashira would not fret. Father was around and she had a safe home, that was what truly mattered. The other ideas were shallow, merely for her own happiness and pride over anything else. Silence settled within her, as her gaze swept from the two canines to the grounds surrounding them. Her nostrils would definitely not catch a glimpse of any foreign scents - her optics would be able to pick something out, that was certain. Audits remained erected upon her crania, waiting for something that she hoped would not come. 'I think we are safe,' but that was not convincing enough for her to drop guard. Nashira could hardly lower her walls enough to sleep, something that every living creature needed. The speaking between Kiddo and Kahira was distant, almost within another plane. 'Not my business, just play guard.' Count | Seven hundred and nineteen Muse | Decent Tags | Kahira/Kiddo/Open Notes | I'm sleepy ><

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[atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/Requests/KidMid.png?t=1344230995] The new wolf introduced herself as Kahira after Nashira had greeted him with a small head nod. Kahira stood tall and proud but not stiff and dominant. That was a trait that Kiddo had always looked for. Kiddo was never a fan of wolves who just rolled over on their backs in front of him for no reason. Those type would never survive in a pack like this one. They weren't as harsh as some others but they weren't a mushy pack. One had to stand their own when it was necessary and each had to pull their own weight. Kahira said that she had grown tired of being a loner and wanted to join a pack. Kiddo was pleased that she had chosen his over the many other packs. How many packs were on Anikira now? Four? That was a decent amount and from what Kiddo knew, they were large packs. Even the desert pack had been growing in numbers rapidly from what he had heard. Either the number of wolves here was growing or the number of loners were wising up and joining a pack. Packs were almost essential for survival. It provided protection, a family, guidance and better opportunities for the next generations. What can you offer me, Kahira? Winter was a difficult time of year here in the Oriens and he could only afford to add members that were of some use. It seemed as if Amar had been building a large number of warriors which may turn out to be a good thing. If what Kiddo feared about Descai's alpha coming here and trying to destroy his pack came true, he would need warriors and many of them. He had no idea about the size of Descai except for the fact that maybe they were a bit smaller than Amar at this point. Speaking of warriors, he still needed to see Nashira fight. He would have to get Lynker soon so they can fight. He also needed to assign a lead warrior. He needed to divide up some of this power and responsibility so he wasn't running around like a chicken with his head cut off all the time. A beta wouldn't be a bad idea either but he wasn't sure who it could be. He needed Hadrian as a Shaman and he needed Lynker and Zena as experienced warriors to teach the younger ones and everyone else was too new to trust with power. He guessed he would just have to continue to work like this until someone came along that he could trust to put into a beta position. But that didn't mean he couldn't move some others into a different position. He had more subordinates than what he would like and that needed fixing. He would need to call a meeting and assign ranks as soon as he could figure out who he wanted where. Oh the life of an alpha was a stressful one.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] The subordinate rarely got to talk to the Alpha, in fact the hunt had essentially been the only time that she had truly spoken to him. She knew of how busy his life had been, Amar was growing rapidly. Nashira had encountered many of the new wolves for brief periods of time, at least observed them from afar. Often she did not know how to approach the other wolves. It seemed that her existence and theirs was drastically different. She was meant to be alone, either way she was dedicated to the two that were close to her. Hadrian and Kiddo were the only ones lucky enough to be granted her protection. When it came down to it, everyone else could die so long as those two brutes survived. One was her father and the other was the Alpha kind enough to let her be with him. Muddy eyes observed the two creatures before her, 'was this how a canine typically joined a pack?' Truthfully, Nashira was not exactly sure. The Mexican female had been born into a pack, after their downfall she never thought of becoming a member of another. Watching such destruction occur repeatedly was not on her to-do list. Merely, she wished to become the best warrior that her body and mind could be. The strongest possible fighter. That had been her only aspiration, but now what lay ahead? The future was no longer well planned out and straight forward, it was blurred and confusing. This stability had a strangely unsettling aura surrounding it. 'It's all in your head, this will become familiar eventually,' she hoped that proved to be true. Dealing with such an expanse of awkwardness for the rest of her life seemed nearly unbearable. "Shall I leave you two?" when a pause became available, the subordinate could not help but inquire. She did not want to feel like a trespasser, that and her eyes had been watching Kahira like a hawk. It was as if they were daring the foreigner to make one wrong move, Nashira would not have hesitated to jump the other female. Certainly Kiddo could hold his own, but it was merely in her nature to protect those that she loved. Rhea had been protected to the best of her ability. 'You couldn't save her from all of them,' either way there would always be the sting of failure in her heart. Watching her mother die, the one canine that had ever been there to support her, was the hardest thing she could ever do. Even traveling to Anikira seemed easier than that. Alas, her mother still forced Nashira to remain steadfast. Not one tear was shed, until Hadrian came into the picture. He had broken her strength, she had welcomed him into her heart. Truthfully, the Mexican subordinate wished not to leave. This was an excellent chance to socialize even the slightest bit, an excuse for her to be around others. It was sad that the femme felt the need to make an excuse to be around Amar members. She simply did not fit in. Her rough, manipulative edges had not been sanded down into nothing. This would take quite a bit of time to do, 'I don't want to be sent away from father.' Audits quivered slightly as the absorbed the others' words. Count | Five hundred and sixty-eight Muse | Badddd Tags | Kahira/Kiddo/Open Notes | I wasn't really sure what to say >>