The Heartaches of Home {Open}

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A lone wolf stood at the boarder of Acerbus. His forest green eyes peered into the dense fog shrouding mysteries and secrets. Róvanfaer closed his eyes and took in a deep breath savoring the air. Letting the breath free his eyes opened slowly unfocused and distant. Memory upon memory flashed through his mind. Here Kodiak and Rovan tussled fighting for dominance during their puppy years. There Meridian and Rovan chased an imaginary bug that she had seen. Rovan didn’t question it at the time. As a puppy, it was all fun and games. The wolf’s ears twisted displaying his unease. The lingering scent of others wafted into his nostrils causing his lip to pull back over his teeth.

A second later Róvanfaer relaxed and returned to his previously contemplative and calm state. This was no longer his father’s lands. When his father disappeared, so did Rovan’s inheritance. Truthfully, the young male had no business being here. He certainly had no business doing what he was about to do, either, but that wasn’t going to stop him. The grey hued wolf stepped to his full height and paced forward slowly. Eyes on alert, ears focused frontward. It wouldn’t do him any good to get caught upon entrance. He was on a mission. Suddenly Róvanfaer stopped dead in his tracks. His right forepaw hovered over the new pack’s boundary line.

Green eyes focused in the distance on a slow lumbering figure. The shape was nothing more than a shadow in the already black darkness. Its form passed through the fog disappearing behind clouds only to appear seconds later. Was that…? Róvanfaer gasped with shock racing forward to follow the figure. “Wait! Wait!”

[/color] He called out stumbling after the mysterious phantom. His voice was gruff and filled with countless emotions. A high root materialized out of nowhere tripping Rovan sending the wolf flying. Rovan skid to a halt with his nose buried beneath a pile of leaves.

Frantically Rovan pushed himself to his paws coughing from the damp, decaying scent. “Arg!”[/color] he growled racing after the figure’s black tail. His heart beat wildly. His eyes flickered from side to side hoping to catch another glance of the shadow. Abruptly the trees ceased to surround him. The wolf’s rump dropped while his legs buckled causing him to slide across the ground. Róvanfaer panted heavily having run a greater distance than he had anticipated. Before him loomed a massive boulder. It took a moment for the sight to register within his mind. When it did, Rovan couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. “How fitting…”[/color] he whispered loudly in the silenced forest.

This is where it ended for Róvanfaer. It was here that the lost heir last went before leaving Anikira. To say good bye to… The shadowy figure appeared standing over Róvanfaer looking down upon him a magnificent aura surrounding the beast. It raised its muzzle releasing a silent howl in the lands. Róvanfaer sluggishly closed his eyes letting the sound flood into his mind from his locked memories. The howl was powerful, demanding, and familiar. With his muzzle agape, Rovan slowly opened his eyes. The beast was gone. The boulder and Rovan were the only things still standing in the clearing. Slowly, as if propelled by some unknown force, the wolf stepped forward leaping onto the rock. It took several moments but soon Róvanfaer came to his senses. The force had taken him directly where the other had stood.

A powerful feeling overcame Róvanfaer as he looked down at the spot where he had entered the clearing. Silver eyes blinked open from a dark spot within the boundary of the trees. As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared leaving Rovan feeling more alone than he had ever felt in his entire life. “Father…”[/color] he whispered longingly. Thoughts of what could have been swirled within his mind. In despair, the wolf forgot where he was throwing back his head releasing a prevailing howl of his own. As he brought his head down Róvanfaer’s body shook. His eyes closed tightly with a look of pure anguish plastered upon his face. “Father!”[/color] He bellowed collapsing where he stood on the rock. Shifting to his side, Rovan stared at the spot where the eyes had appeared. Nothing was there. It was the same as what Rovan felt inside. Nothing. He was void, empty. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to walk in, look around, and then leave to make his own life in Anikira. How could he do that now that he had been here? Rovan couldn’t leave his father’s land. It was every much his as it had been his father’s. It might not be his physically, but it was his in his soul.

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] The patrols were mundane, the borders were always exactly the same as he left them, and Vorilye was growing bored. Each step forward was forced; all he wanted to do was pawn this task off on someone else and allow himself some reprieve, but the more that he considered doing so, the less he trusted the members of his pack. After all, Vorilye was certain that, in due time, they would either make or break his pack. So until he felt there were more individuals, apart from his only son, that he could trust not to get the pack massacred, he would patrol for himself. It was not all terrible, of course. Vorilye relished the time away from some of the less pleasant members of his pack. This time, he had escaped the time bomb that was Shayde and Sarin. The pair were easily going to cause him to die a slow and painful death. Shayde had never really gotten along well with the other females of the pack, but Sarin seemed to get a kick out of pushing her buttons. As much as he was amused by his beta's discomfort, the last thing he needed was for her to attempt to disembowel a pack mate while Sarin was sleeping. The double-edged sword that was his temperamental beta seemed more agitated than normal, though the alpha could not place a paw on it. She would have to shape up, or he would need to have a stern talking to her. Lost in his thoughts, as was usual for the alpha's patrol, he almost missed the scent trail that had crossed into his pack lands. Vorilye's temper flared; what was it with these wolves and not respecting his borders? With his golden muzzle dipped to the ground, the alpha male trudged after the scent, hoping that the wolf had not wandered far into Descai's homelands. “Father!” The bellow echoed through the trees, and Vorilye knew in an instant that that was not the call of one of his pack's residents. Tike was the only male left apart from himself; whoever this was had a lot of explaining to do. The black and gold alpha rushed toward the source of the sound, finding himself in a dying clearing in a matter of seconds. The alpha knew this place. It had been quite some time since he had escaped here, but this was where the alpha had initially decided to lay claim on Acerbus for the pack. He had then wandered toward Drarynough to lay his official claim, but this place was unmistakable. The male was intrigued; who was here, and what were they doing in his meadow? It was only then that the alpha male noticed the limp form of a male wolf not more than five yards away, his body resting on a large stone nestled in the meadow. It seemed oddly out of place, rising above the dead earth of the meadow, but then again, so was this wolf. What was a stranger doing invading his borders and sleeping on his territory? A growl rumbled in the male's throat that threatened to explode into a snarl should the male move too quickly. This brute was quite a bit younger than himself and, as such, posed a threat to his position as alpha male. He would not allow some stranger to burst in and usurp his power. Vorilye circled the mottled brute, unwilling to allow him the opportunity to rise without confronting the alpha first. This was his territory, and he would defend it as such. Wolves who dared to invade his borders risked the wrath of the male. Once this brute woke up, he would have some explaining to do. Count | 627 words Muse | Good. Tags | Róvanfaer Notes | -.- This looks retarded small next to your post.

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There was nothing. Róvanfaer was lost in the darkness of his own mind trapped with no direction of where to go. No one was around. Rovan wandered around in swirling mists. A damp chill caused the fur along his spine to bristle. “Hello?”

[/color][/i] His voice echoed out into the darkness. There was no reply. Uneasily, Rovan took several more steps forward. His right ear flickered involuntarily. “Is anyone there?[/i][/color] Again, his ear stirred as the echo sounded out. Something was irritating his it. There was a faint buzzing noise accompanying the slight tickle. There it was again! Giving a faint snarl Róvanfaer snapped at the aggravating fly.

The dream action translated into real life. Róvanfaer lifted his head biting at the actual fly that was bothering him. When he was sure the fly was gone the wolf went to lie his head back down against the cool rock. In mid motion Rovan stopped. Some new noise entered his ears. Growling. Searching around for the source Rovan spotted the black wolf pacing around snarling at him. It took a moment for Rovan to process the information in his groggy state. Ding ding ding. Well that’s not good. The grey hued wolf sat up allowing his paws to dangle off the edge of the rock. His green eyes watched the wolf below him with patience and interest. Next, the curiosity struck him.

This black wolf before him was not normal at least not judging by looks alone. Lowering his head, Rovan sniffed the air tasting the other wolf’s scent. He smelled nothing like his father. Sighing, Rovan lowered his head with downcast eyes. It was time to finally accept the facts. Exodus no longer existed in this realm. He would never see his father again. Look to the future. Learn from the past. The young wolf stood to his paws slowly. Nothing about him screamed dangerous or threatening, yet the wolf protested his presence. From the way the older wolf held his head and tail Rovan was sure he had stumbled upon the alpha of these lands. Huh, just his luck.

“Peace,” he stated with a calm, deepening voice. Róvanfaer was come into Exodus’ same gruff voice and that wasn’t the only thing either. In time Róvanfaer would grow in size and weight. Provided he could hunt good game and stay in shape anyhow. To even the playing field the younger wolf jumped off the rock landing away from the alpha. Rovan pushed himself back into his full height. He wasn’t quite as tall as the other wolf, but he was sure to round in somewhere close enough by the time he stopped growing. “My name is Róvanfaer. I am not here to take your lands. I merely wished to…” Rovan eyed the massive figure before him not letting his gaze slip away. His voice trailed off. What was he going to say? Hi, my dad used to own this land and I wanted to check it out for shits and giggles? Rovan scoffed and relaxed his stance. Although, he remained wary and ready to defend himself if the wolf attacked. Too many times had he accidentally wandered into another’s territory only to be attacked and run out.

Remembering a particular nasty bout, the scars over Rovan’s right eye itched with mild pain. It was a wonder how the wolf could see considering he had two close in counters with two different packs both leaving a scar over his eyes. Luckily he had managed to pull away as their claws raked his skin. “I believe it is safe to assume that you are the Alpha of these lands, hm?” A questioning brow rose. Let the waiting game begin. Either he was about to be attacked or have a nice chat.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] As the male began to stir from his slumber, or what the alpha believed to be sleep, Vorilye's hackles rose in defense, his steely glare settling on the male as he pried himself from the ground. What probably irritated the alpha most was his lack of regard for the fact that he was not only trespassing, but also facing the alpha with not a hint of submissiveness to be found. The alpha male was not sure how to take this; should he run the wolf off without so much as a hello, or should he allow this wolf some explaining time before Vorilye made his life a living hell? However, upon recognition of the other male, this stranger seemed to take some precautions not to challenge him. He had to at least give him credit that he knew well enough not to stand tall in face to face interaction with the alpha. There was an air about this wolf that seemed... unsettled? He could not really pinpoint it, but the younger male seemed off. It was almost the vibe he had gotten from Amyntas before he chased the brute off with his threats. That had been both interesting and amusing. Perhaps he could rattle this wolf with a similar approach, though from the way he held himself, he would not be as easy to phase as Amyntas. With narrowed eyes, he determined that the brute could at least attempt to plead his case, though the black and gold alpha was not keen to listen for long. He had had enough with these all-knowing, pretentious wolves frolicking into Acerbus and ignoring his scent markers. Now he had the authority to do the same with his adjacent pack land, and he would not hesitate to do so. With a cold, golden glare at the male, he waited patiently. Róvanfaer. What an interesting name. Powerful, he mused with interest, relaxing ever so slightly as the younger male indicated that he did not intend to take his territory. "You would be correct in your assumption, brute. Now dare I ask why you are intruding in my territory? You may not be far inside my scent markers, but it would be damn near impossible to miss them," he stared the male down with an accusatory glare. Maybe Vorilye was being a tad bit harsh for confronting him for such a small infraction of the borders, but the markers could not be mistaken. He had threatened to kill wolves for similar infractions, and yet he was giving this male a chance. Perhaps he was getting softer. It was not a good move, as he needed to be strict in order to command respect from his pack members. This would not do. "You must have business here for such an unwelcomed visit," the male offered, prying for any sort of information he could garner from this wolf. Was he a spy from the neighboring packs? Had Amyntas grown anxious that he was going to hunt him down and sent someone to the pack to deal with him? Whatever the situation, Vorilye was not fazed. He could handle this wolf with no problems. Let the games begin. Count | 532 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Róvanfaer Notes | I don't have a ton of muse tonight lol... Sorry.

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Vorilye’s gaze was daunting but Rovan made no motions to lie on his back and present his belly. If anything he merely stood where he did watching the other wolf with mild curiosity. Róvanfaer didn’t fear the alpha in the least. What may come would come. Rovan would roll with the claws an dodge the bites. The worst that could happen would be Vorilye to run him out banishing him for good. Well, that didn’t sound the least bit appealing, but frankly, Vorilye’s rule wouldn’t bother him much. Sure he could get by with the occasional trespassing for a while, but then the alpha would grow weary of the cat and mouse game and chase off Róvanfaer completely. The brute rolled his shoulders and stretched forward with a yawn. He hadn’t really slept since he arrived to Anikira. Not peacefully anyhow.

The golden jaw brute might find the move offensive but Róvanfaer didn’t seem to care much at all. This wasn’t his normal attitude. While going with the flow was something he was fully capable of, being this lax in front of a potentially dangerous situation was new for him. Rovan typically took more caution when it came to this kind of situation. “Hm,” was his only reply to his previously stated question. Rovan wasn’t a dimwit. He could pick an alpha out of a pack. The grey wolf’s tail twitched at the tip. “Ah, well, you see that’s a rather long story, truthfully.” Perhaps he could slip by with that.

From Vorilye’s unwavering gaze, the younger wolf knew he would have to explain more. “You see… My father…” He trailed off tightening the muscles in his jaw. Green eyes turned to peer into the forest. Frustrated, Rovan couldn’t bear to look at anyone else at the moment. A varying degree of emotions crossed his expression as another collection of memories passed through his mind. What use was it to hide his heritage anymore? For a moment, and nothing more, Róvanfaer’s lip curled back in a silent snarl. As silently as it came, his lip lowered until his green eyes focused on Vorilye. “My father used to be the alpha of this land. He ruled Acerbus for a number of years before you came along. I was a proud member of the Salen pack. I am…” Here Rovan hesitated, “I was his son.” Róvanfaer’s words sounded more harsh and accusing than he had intended. All the while he spoke, the wolf’s body stood tall and proud like he had seen his father do many a times.

The words seemed to echo in the mist as a chill rushed through the dark forest. There was a moment of silence as Róvanfaer replayed what he had said over in his mind. Frowning, the smaller male peered at Vorilye unsure of where his words would get him. Certainly the alpha would not take kindly to what was said. Taking in a deep breath, Róvanfaer curtly dipped his head. “My apologies, sir. It is not my intention to offend you or put you on guard. I find myself caught up in my emotions as of late.” With that the younger wolf turned slowly to face the boulder where his father had claimed his territory. Vorilye was still within his peripheral. Rovan was not stupid enough to turn his back on an already enraged wolf, especially a wolf that was indeed a pack leader.

“So you see, sir, I merely came here to pay my respect to my father. I wanted to see what had become of his land since his leaving. Nothing, not even newly marked boundaries, would stop me.” Róvanfaer placed his behind upon the ground. A contemplative, distant appearance overcame him. A thought occurred to Rovan. Suddenly the wolf turned to face Vorilye. “Did you know him? My father I mean…” The black wolf didn’t look familiar, nor did his scent ring a bell. But Róvanfaer was desperate to find some shred of Exodus onto which he could cling. Róvanfaer would forever try to prove his worth. Sadly, he would never hear Exodus say how proud he was to have Rovan as a son. His only son. Exodus left without knowing he had a son. Rovan’s eyes scoured the black wolf’s face eagerly awaiting his answer knowing it was a fruitless hunt.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] Vorilye found himself growing tired with holding such aggressively dominant posture toward this brute. While the young male posed a threat to him - as did all males in actuality - he finally relaxed himself some as the other wolf stretched and yawned. Under any other circumstances, this would have caused the alpha to lash out in anger, but he was too curious what would drive an obviously sane wolf such as this to do something so devastatingly stupid that it could have cost him his life. The comparison between the two males led Vorilye to believe that he could easily reduce this mixed male to a bloody heap if the opportunity arose. Vorilye had years of experience and leadership behind him, where as, from what this male had indicated, he was not prepared to deal with an alpha. He was here on family business. The brute'e explanation of his father's presence with the Salen pack led Vorilye to snort in disgust. Rovan would probably take offense, but at this point he did not really care. He was not looking out for this male's feelings. In fact, Vorilye was debating whether or not he should press the brute's buttons and see what made him tick. However, most of Vorilye's desire to pick a fight had left upon the death of the demented black female back in Kamari. He was ready to relax and let his pack members do his dirty work. Instead, he dredged up some old memories and tried to put the pieces back together. "So I'm assuming that crazy little Meridian who claimed that I was her Papa bears some relation to you?" he chortled in amusement, watching the brute's eyes for any sign of recognition. The white wolf had danced around, claiming that she was the Princess of Salen so many times that Vorilye could not possibly have forgotten it. That, and the incessant cries of "Papa" toward him rubbed the male's very last nerve. The alpha male only had one wolf that he wanted to call him Papa, and she wanted nothing to do with him right now. Instead, she had fled the territory where he would likely never get the chance to see her again. His only daughter... lost to the lands of Anikira. "Son, as much as you may have wanted to pay respects to your father, barging in on a newly formed pack is not the way to do so. You could very well have gotten yourself killed. In fact, you're lucky that I am in a better mood than I was earlier or you may have well succeeded in getting yourself killed," the alpha male scolded Róvanfaer with a grumble. "As for your father, no. I did not know him. All I know is that bloody white bitch that kept calling me Papa. I swear, I never thought I'd rid myself of her." The territory had long lost any scents from the Salen Pack. Why Róvanfaer believed it would be wise to come here unannounced was beyond Vorilye. He could have very easily summoned the alpha male and pled his case before him. It was likely that he would have granted the male's request even when he would have denied such a request from nearly any other wolf. Róvanfaer reminded him a lot of Tike; it was the dedication and strength in his eyes that bore such a resemblance to his own son that had likely stopped him from acting rashly. In fact, Róvanfaer was much like his older sons who had found themselves swayed by their mother. It was no surprise that he would find himself weakening in his composure when faced with something so close to home. The lone brute wanted closure, whereas Vorilye wished that he could give it to him. Unfortunately, there had been no signs of the previous alpha, nor any traces of his scent markers remaining when the black and gold mackenzie valley male staked his claim on Acerbus. "Róvan, I wish I could tell you something you would like to hear. But the truth is, I have been here for more than a year, and when I laid claim to Acerbus there were no traces of the previous pack left behind," he explained, his words being a rare display of kindness. He likely could have shattered the male's spirit in a myriad of ways, but he decided to give him the truth. He was not sure what drove him to do so, but Vorilye decided in that moment that he was going to show some compassion to this male until he gave the alpha a reason not to. Count | 788 words Muse | Good. Tags | Róvanfaer Notes | I SWEAR Vor is bipolar. His moods have been so back and forth lately...

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The conversation turned into something Róvanfaer had not been expecting. With guarded eyes, Rovan peered at Vorilye. Soon his green eyes narrowed watching the older brute carefully. Irritation showed upon the black wolf’s expression. “What happened to her?” he asked slowly afraid of Vorilye’s answer. Was she still alive? If she was, what did Rovan really care? Meridian wasn’t truly his sister. Half-sister, yes, but did he want to claim her as his sibling? Meridian never seemed to be all there honestly. In his younger days the two would chase after something the white she-wolf had seen. A bug of some sort? At the time Róvanfaer thought it was merely cub play. Had it been something more?

Rovan adjusted his stance pressing his lips together. Cautious, Rovan kept his emotions and thoughts to himself. Vorilye had not even bothered to introduce himself, only stating he was indeed the alpha. Why should Rovan trust him? Even though they were sitting here having a nice little chat, what stopped the brute from attacking later on and driving Rovan out? The alpha went on scolding Róvanfaer for his actions. Curling his lip and standing to his paws, the younger male wolf padded to the left of Vorilye keeping his eyes locked onto the other. When they were aligned, the wolf sighed and peered off into the distant forest. Nothing had changed. Absolutely nothing. Well, there was a new pack, but the actual land itself had remained unaffected by time. “Sir, I mean no respect, but I am no longer a pup. My true age may be young, but my heart most certainly is not.”

The wolf took in a deep breath recalling countless memories of his time on the other, smaller island. He wasn’t sure if it even had a name. “I’ve seen my fair share of fights. I may be young, and you may be older with more experience, but I believe we might be somewhat evenly matched. You wouldn’t be the first alpha I’ve dealt with, either.” The adult male turned to smile at Vorilye with a twinkle in his eyes. It wasn’t an outright challenge. Róvanfaer held no interest in fighting today. He merely wanted to set the record straight. Quietly and more to himself than to Vorilye, Rovan whispered, “I am my father’s son after all…”

Finally the cold truth had been handed down to Rovan. The last shred of hope that Róvanfaer so desperately clung to was finally extinguished. Exodus wasn’t here. He would never return. Nothing of Salen remained. That life was in the past. It was time to move forward and look to the future. Sniffing the air, Rovan dipped his head and let one last, heavy sigh escape his muzzle. “Well then, I thank you for letting me have my peace and goodbye. I didn’t find the answer I sought, but maybe it’s for the better. My past wasn’t exactly ideal.” The wolf’s lip twitched. He wouldn’t apologize for his actions. What was he going to do now? Truthfully, Róvanfaer hadn’t thought past seeing his father’s lands. With all his hopes dashed, what was left of the brute?

While giving up wasn’t on his agenda, Rovan felt lost once more. “You don’t… happen to know of any good places to wander, do you? Other than to leave Anikira, I didn’t see much of this land. Might as well get some sight-seeing in, I guess.” Frowning, the idea didn’t much appeal to the younger brute. Traveling was a good idea in thought, but Rovan was more of a home-body. He enjoyed staying in one place, not wandering about. So much of his nomadic life had been spent adrift. Maybe he could find a pack here and settle down. Eyeing Vorilye once more, Rovan wondered if things would work out here. More than likely, the two males would rub each other the wrong way whether it be on accident or on purpose. It would be better for them both if Rovan went about his merry way and left Vorilye to his duties. Then again, that had been the entire point of his prior journey and here he found himself on Acerbus lands once more. His home would always call to him. This was his land. His heart would forever belong here.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] As Rovan inquired about Meridian, the alpha male smirked. "That bundle of crazy? I have no idea. She took off shortly after deeming me her papa. That femme is a giant sack of crazy," he snorted. The comments about Meridian had not elicited anything near the reaction that he had intended. Vorilye hoped to get a rise out of the brute, but he seemed very collected given the situation. Most wolves would not be near as calm; in fact, it was a bit frustrating to the alpha that Rovan seemed more comfortable in his skin while invading a pack's territory than some of his own pack members did, even though they belonged her. "I do not believe you to be a pup, Róvanfaer. However, you are much my junior and as so, I have offspring your age. It is not a direct insult to you. I am more experienced that you, I can guarantee that," he warned the male who seemed to think he could take him on. In his years, Vorilye had fought and killed, defended himself, and taken down those who seemed to be formidable foes. This wolf did not scare him in the least. While his confidence in Descai's territory angered the alpha, Rovan was not a weak-hearted wolf. That much he could certainly acknowledge. "You may be your father's son, but keep in mind that I am the alpha here. That requires a measure of respect." He had let a lot of the wolf's behavior slip by, but now it was starting to anger the alpha male. He would not allow this wolf to treat him like his equal, because they were not equals. Róvanfaer was a lone male intruding on pack territory, and Vorilye was the alpha male of said pack. As Róvan expressed a more contrite and polite attitude toward his concessions, Vorilye mirrored the brute's actions and dipped his head to the male. It was good to see that he was not completely suicidal, though asking Vorilye where was a good place to go was like asking a brick wall if it could move. It was not going to happen; Vorilye firmly believed that his territory was the only good place on the continent. He was set in the mindset that Descai was supreme to all others, and he would tell any passing wolf exactly that. "You will find nowhere in Anikira that comes near the safety and strength of Descai, Róvan. Should you choose to wander, that is your decision, but keep in mind that no place in Anikira is safe from the reaches of my pack," he cautioned the male similarly to his lecture to Amyntas, though there was much less of an underlying threat in his words this time. Descai was the supreme power, and there was nothing these puny wolves could do to stop him from taking what was rightfully his. The more support he could get behind him, the better. Something about Róvanfaer simply struck Vorilye different than other wolves. Surely he was proud, being the son of a former alpha, but he did not seem stupid. He would live long in this world so long as he kept his guard up. This much he could tell from the battle wounds the male wore so obviously. Vorilye had many similar to Róvan's, though his dark coat masked them beneath the fresh layers of fur, whereas this male could not hide the scars away. Vor was proud of his battle scars, and yet he did not have the opportunity to show them off. "But if you plan to leave, I fully intend to see you to my borders." Count | 622 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Róvanfaer Notes | This was okay, I guess. I didn't see that I had a post until today, and I'm sorry about that.

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Vorilye’s response about Meridian caused Róvanfaer’s ears to flicker back in uneasiness. The expression within his green eyes, however, did not change. Someday the wolf would have to figure out how he felt towards his half-siblings. Did he love them? Should he? The brute shook out his coat letting the bristles fall back against his spine. A pink tongue suddenly bathed a foreleg with a few quick licks. Shuffling his weight, Rovan peered at the black male before him who spoke again. He mulled over the recent words chewing them over trying to come up with the best way to reply. Finally, Rovan simply nodded respectfully. “Indeed you are much my elder, sir. Perhaps one day we will have to test our strength against one another.” A chuckle escaped the brute who shifted his weight once more. He, of course, didn’t mean now.

Could Rovan ever look at Vorilye as the Alpha of Acerbus? Probably not, at least not any time soon. “My apologizes, again. I fear it would take me a long time to see you as the alpha of this land; however, I will respect you and your position none the less. Sadly I believe it shall always be my father’s land to me.” His eyes stared off into the distance. For whatever reason, the male was getting a tad restless. It was an overwhelming situation for him after all. It was the first time he had been back in a very long time. He found some new pack residing within his land. As it stood, Rovan wasn’t quite sure if he was truly welcomed on this land. Maybe it said something of Vorilye’s opinion of him seeing as the larger, older male had not attacked him yet. Other wolves would be far less kind.

After Róvanfaer asked his question on where to find a good place in Anikira to go, the wolf stood up and paced back and forth. His tail twitched in agitation. While this trip had been all kinds of fun and more, he was starting to feel that his welcome was running out. Vorilye’s words caused the male to halt suddenly staring at him with a raised, questioning brow. It almost felt as if Vorilye was saying Rovan could stay if he so chose, or wander if that instead was his choice. That surprised him a little. Either Vorilye did not see him as a threat at all, or he was desperate for good pack members. Maybe both. Or maybe he felt sorry for Rovan. Haunted, the wolf turned away eyes searching for the appropriate decision in the desolate forest.

The threat, however, did not fly over Róvanfaer’s head. Peering at the male again, the raised, questioning brow returned. Descai, so that is this pack’s name. Interesting, but why the threat? Does Vorilye think I will go to other packs turning them against him or something of the sort? I would never bother with such politics. Róvanfaer observed the alpha quietly with the warning still ringing in his ears. “I assure you, sir, I mean neither you nor your pack any harm of any type. Being an alpha may run in my blood, but it does not hold a place in my heart.” The wolf sat back on his haunches. Truthfully, Rovan was scared to hold that much power. His pack members’ lives would depend on his ability to lead them. He was so unsure of whether or not he could do it that the wolf would much rather not bother with the idea at all.

Silence seemed to pass between the two in which Rovanfaer tried to collect his thoughts. They were all over the place, though. It was too overpowering for the brute to make a proper decision right then and there. “I believe it would be wise for me to travel and clear my mind before coming to a decision. I am a loyal wolf, you see. I do not quit my final rulings easily. If I say it, I follow it through the end. I want to be sure before the final say.” It was unspoken that, more than likely, Rovan would return to Acerbus. It could be a matter of days, months, or years; but, so long as he lived, Rovan belonged to this land.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] Vorilye was growing bored with this wolf. While he had been interesting at first, the indication that he had no plans to stay with Descai meant that he was wasting the alpha's time. The brute's golden lip curled in irritation; if the male did not take off on his own soon, the Mackenzie Valley male would be forced to drive Rovan off on his own. He was trying to keep on good terms, for some reason he was not certain, but the younger male was surely enough starting to piss the brute off. "I believe it is time for you to go," the male cautioned, allowing this to be his only warning to the loner. Róvanfaer had overstayed his welcome already, and Vorilye had been more accommodating than he should have been. The alpha wolf was neglecting his duties to the pack by bending his rules for the former alpha's son. It was so out of character for the large brute that he could not even fathom what had brought him to make the exception. Any other wolf he would have run out of Acerbus instantaneously, and yet he could not bring himself to forcibly remove the young male. Perhaps it did have something to do with his own boys. He missed them, regardless of how they acted so long ago. They had been heartless and manipulated by their mother, but Vorilye was slowly learning that not every wolf was the same. Ithilwen had been a fluke in the system. Maybe he was not doomed to be alone forever because of her. Wait. What? the brute thought in confusion, stunned by the sudden train of thought that overcame him. He could not possibly have been contemplating settling down again. There was no one even remotely worthy of him here, and he was not going to put himself out there again. Vorilye wanted the femmes to work for him. He would not make himself into a fool once more. If anyone was going to look like a fool, it would be them. He would show them just how horrid it was to be turned away. Rejected. Hated. Attacked. Victimized. The alpha male never really had considered himself a victim, but he certainly had been. Somewhere along the way, his relationship with Ithilwen changed. Vorilye could never really pinpoint it, but it must have happened or she would not have turned on him that way. It never really occurred that perhaps some of the problem had been him and his stubborn ways. He was never one to take advice; honestly, Shayde had been the first wolf whose opinion he truly valued. Vor did not see that happening very much in the future, as he was so wary of any and everyone. They were all possible enemies, and he treated them as such. There was no way to fix him; he was broken, and the pieces were too small to fit back together. Vorilye sighed, staring at the younger brute before him. "Leave, Róvan, before I change my mind about letting your trespassing go," he instructed, turning his back on the male and walking away. He was not sure why he trusted the younger brute to show himself out, but surely he was not foolish enough to think that wandering through Acerbus would be wise. Vorilye would find him wherever he went, and he would punish him for his trespassing. Róvan could show himself out, and he would do so or the pack would turn on him. It was as simple as that. Right now, the alpha male had business to tend to, and Róvan was taking him away from his pack. He had more important things to handle. Count | 623 words Muse | Eh. Alright. Tags | Róvanfaer Notes | Just a little side note; Rovan can't really be thinking Vor's name because Vor never told him what his name was XD