Nevermore [Ryker, Chaos, Vorilye]

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The bulking black body of an irritated wolf could be seen, stark against the gently rolling hills of the Prairie. Shoulders hunched forwards, his fur was puffed up over his shoulders, attempting to trap warm air against his skin. Kalix was travelling now, quite against his will, into a completely exposed position, in the lands of another pack. He wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t have a total death wish either. The land he had been before, Tiayr, now belonged to a pack, which he gathered was power hungry in it’s claim of conquest. He just wanted to be left alone to live out his haunted life, and to do that he needed to find a new place to live, one that was not cluttered with mindless pack drones. Unfortunately, as far as Kalix could gather there was no where left in the North to go, and he would need to cross through the claimed lands before he could get to anywhere that offered freedom. He had chosen to pass over the flat and open expanse of plain simply because the line he would travel was straight,and he could see others approaching for miles. His other option had been to trek along the mountains, on uneven, rough terrain which, while offering him cover, it offered potential attackers the same luxury. The mountains too, had unpredictable weather at best. So he had chosen the faster, exposed route, hoping that the flattened land would not last for much distance, even if now he could only see unbroken horizon.

Black paws slowed suddenly, and the dark form of Kalix came to a halt. He gave a rough shake, sending snowflakes flying everywhere, releasing them from the coarse hairs on his body. He bowed his head, golden eyes wrenching shut against the sudden upwelling of rage. His anger was fueled by hunger, cold sleeplessness, and the ever-nagging sense of guilt. His mind was at war with itself, struggling between sanity and insanity. He was certain he was not insane, and it was only the crazed wolves he had felled that had any mental lapse. No, he was clear, for the most part, and was starting to doubt that what was deemed unreal, may actually be real. Why couldn’t he be the vessel of a war god? Was it so improbable? He wasn’t certain anymore. Truly he doubted many things, such as love, and real family, but of one thing he was certain: He was not insane. Though this sort of thinking was best kept to himself; as if he would speak to anyone.

He sighed, his steamy breath curling into the air before him as he allowed his vision to return. He looked around him, checking his rear to be certain he was truly alone. It was early morning yet, the weak disc of the sun set to break the horizon any minute. If he was lucky the majority of the wolves that called Kamari home would still be sleeping. He regained motion, and trudged onwards, large paws sinking into the snow, past the ankle of his long legs. As Kalix travelled along the sun began to peak above the crest of the Earth, the dull light casting long shadows over the ground, extending Kalix’s own far to the West. Perhaps in the shadowy plains he would look less conspicuous against the naked white snow, perhaps be mistaken for a pack member. He doubted it.

Words: 578
Muse: Pretty good. =)
Notes: Ryker please.

[Ryker]

Ryker was enjoying his new name. It sounded more "adult" than Tike had. His old name was a childish name and it was attached to his past life. He was now beginning a new life with his new family. He had Shayde, Vorilye, Sypher, Zephyros and Zirena. That was family enough for him. The other members of the pack were familiar to him as he had been living with them for the last few months of his life but they were not his family. They were just other wolves that he had to live in the same area with. He shook his head as he thought of the other members of the pack. They were odd individuals and he disliked them all for different reasons. Ryker wasn't exactly known for being the friendliest wolf ever or the most likeable for that matter. However, not many wolves would ridicule him about it for most of them knew his past. At least the death of most of my family did some good. Ryker thought to himself. It was like a pass to be an asshole. Of course there were boundaries but even those boundaries could be stretched to an extent.

Speaking of boundaries and boarders, Ryker was doing a little boarder patrol in Kamari. He thought that for some reason that traveling to the land of his birth with his new name would help him move on even further and give him some more closure. He was partially right. It felt different being here. Like the little puppy named Tike that used to romp with his twin who never lived to see his first year of life wasn't him any more. It was like he was a new wolf with the same memories. Ryker believed that he would always have his memories but he didn't mind that. His nightmares had been growing less severe and less frequent through his name change and he believed that eventually they would go away forever. Maybe he wasn't as crazy as he thought. He still had that infernal stutter that had come out of no where. He never remembered having a stutter when he was a young pup. Ryker was no shaman so he wasn't even going to try to figure out why it happened. But, if it came without notice, would it leave without notice? Ryker hoped so.

Just then, the smell of an unknown wolf caught his nose. The snow in Kamari was still melting and the wolf's black and gold coat stood out like nothing else but Ryker marched himself over to the intruder and was fit to be tied. He had younger siblings that needed protecting. This is Descai territory, loner. What gives you the right to trespass here? Answer me quickly before I end you. Rykey hissed at the male. His hackles were raised and the fur along his back stood straight up. His size was at it's full size. He was a full 160 pounds and had a muscular built to go with it. To top it off, he had been training with Sarin and his fighting experience was getting greater and greater with every passing week. Ryker's tail was curled over his back and his legs were stiff and rigid. He showed his teeth to the male. Perhaps it was overkill but overkill was better than under-kill. This male needed to understand that he wasn't getting anywhere. If the male were to run, Ryker would catch him and kill him. Emerald green eyes glared into the eyes of the trespasser. If looks could kill, this male would be dead a hundred times.

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No sooner had the thought of being caught crossed his mind was another wolf barreling down towards him. Kalix cursed the Gods, wondering at how cruel they could be. Irritation rose in him immediately, and his lack of social skills shone through like wildfire. As the other male approached he gave zero sign of submission, he didn't feel it was necessary. The statement spat at him was adorable. Kalix could have scoffed at the youngster. The male in front of him, while much heavier was barely more than a whelp, and an oversized one at that. Kalix knew well the disadvantages of size, and they would be amplified in the bulky pup before him.

So apparently he was in "Descai territory". Oooo, scary. His flat yellow gaze bore back at the green one of the pack wolf. This male was so high and mighty in his pack-life security, though Kalix doubted he was truly of any importance; he'd never met a year old warrior before, let alone an alpha. Words laced with a subtle sarcasm, Kalix delivered his own opening statement with monotony. "Oh I do apologize. I hadn't realized there was a herd living here." He kept his stance neutral, not wanting to provoke a fight on body language alone. If this run-in degraded into violence Kalix was confident in his ability to put the cocky little bastard into his place. Being fat and secure in pack life did NOT make him of a higher caliber than Kalix. And although the tortured tundra wolf had rather low thoughts of himself, he would not accept to being talked down to due to his lack of pack membership. Letting his tongue roll over his mug he let his ears swivel forwards momentarily, then sideways again. "Look pup," He began, sincerity truly evident for a moment, "I just want to move south. I'm not here to steal your food or rape your bitches."[/color] Though the thought of a little tail had crossed his mind... it had been a while. An image of his past love flashed over his mind and guilt instantly regained its hold on the male. How could he think of violating the body of a she-wolf that way? Such cruelty... this was a thing the mad-god Warwolf would do... his subconcious gnawed at him, his flaws being blatantly pointed out to him. All the while this battle raged within him, Kalix kept a blank expression and looked on at the opposing black male.

He would refuse to roll over and grovel for this whelp, and if necessary he would tear the wolfs throat out and paint the snow in his fluids. He could see the arrogance in this young wolf, and he doubted there was a history to back it. So maybe he'd gone a few rounds with his fellow packtastic morons, but had anyone ever tried to kill him? Had he ever fought with his own life as the stakes? Kalix doubted it. So brave this young wolf was! To protect and defend his pack so naive and selfless!If laughing were a thing that Kalix did, he would be in stitches.

Words: 548
Muse: Good
Notes: Hah... packtastic...

[Ryker]

How stupid was this male? According to Ryker, very. The other black male showed no signs of submission, he just stood there like he was the highest and the mightiest wolf to ever grace the earth with his presence. That alone made Ryker want to kill him. This male had no idea what he was getting himself into. Was Ryker still a pup? He didn't believe so. He was fully grown and a year old and he had been through more than most adults have in their life time and survived. Ryker thought himself a seasoned wolf through everything he had gone through. He had been training as well and with every session, he was improving.

The male spoke with much sarcasm and it irritated the young wolf. How dare this..this...unimportant pile of wasted fur come into his home and disrespect him, his family and the pack he belonged to. Ryker growled at the other black male. "Then get moving you sniffling buffoon. " Ryker snapped at the male and swung his front paw at the other male's maw, hoping to get a clean hit and draw some blood. This was a warning to the male. He may have been young but he was lethal. If he wanted to go south, why hadn't he gone through a loner territory. It seemed as though this male had less social skills than even himself and that was saying something. This did not make Ryker feel sorry for him though.

The male just stood there with a blank expression. How dumb was he? Ryker would be surprised if the male decided to stay and fight him. The male was small and old. Ryker was large and had new muscles, new joints, and strength and health. Ryker decided then that he could handle this male on his own. This was no longer a loner trespassing, this was personal.

((OOC: apparently Ryker doesn't stutter when he's angry..weird..))

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With each long stride, Chaos grew ever closer to the beast he had been tracking for near a week now. After falling from his high horse; or rather, the cliff itself; the black brute had spent nearly a month recuperating, both body and pride. The moment he was fully recovered, he had been thrown out of Tiayr by the Amar pack, as if he were nothing more than a useless speck of dust. Once he removed Kalix from the earth, Chaos would return to Amar, for the alpha brute’s pelt.

Chaos had spent every waking moment following the other black brute’s scent. He cared not for eating, and only stopped to rest when his mind went foggy with sleep deprivation. What remained of his pride was on the line, and he would see to it that he was requited. That and he wished nothing more than to see the blood of that brute staining the ground at his feet. His thirst for blood had been unsated that day, despite the fierceness of the battle. He would not return to his throne until his claws and fangs were covered in the thick, red juices.

The brute’s nose twitched as he crossed the border into Kamari. He was well aware that the land was reigned over by a pack, but he didn’t care. His reasons for venturing forth were noble. Surely the members of the pack would give him clearance. And perhaps they would join in with him. No. He wouldn’t like that. This was revenge, and revenge wasn’t something that was shared. This fight would be his alone, and he would allow none to interfere. Even if it so happened to be the alpha himself. Chaos would relent to none.

Snow kicked up around Chaos’ heels as he bounded through the terra. It was already spring, yet the snow still lingered. Chaos was used to elongated winters, but he couldn’t wait for the fluffy white stuff to dissipate. His pelt stood out far too well in contrast. But it also made it easier to spot his victim, for he also had a black pelt. Feral yellow eyes honed in on the other brute, a sadistic smirk spreading on his maw. His blood boiled at the mere sight of Kalix, and his stride lengthened further. Without even the slightest bit of warning, Chaos attacked, lunging with a fierce snarl.

Let the battle begin.

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words:: Four-Hundred and Eight
muse:: Lacking...
tags:: @kalix and Ryker
ooc:: He's so impatient -.- Oh, and I don't care if you powerplay a bit with the fighting. He's not gonna survive this anyways, so may as well have fun with it <3

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The yearling in front of him seemed agitated by Kalix, and his cool demeanor seemed to irk him greatly. Wad this baby surprised by the fact that some wolves didn't throw a tantrum immediately upon not getting what they wanted? Most likely. Golden eyes peered at the male, and a single brow raised at the Insult thrown at him. Buffoon? Truly this wolf was still a child. Verbal abuse was effective only when the words were meant to cut deep. It was unlikely that this male could throw insults at him that would move him at all.

Ever attentive, despite his featureless expression, the swing of the hulking males paw did not go unnoticed. He ducked his head with a practiced grace, his ears pinning to avoid the dull claws whose intent it was to slice at his face. He gave a low growl, glaring upwards now. One of the main disadvantages of being spas tall as his new adversary, was that his most vulnerable regions were exposed to a shorter wolf. In his crouched position Kalix had a clear shot upwards at the ignorant males throat and chest. However, he had no time to act on this as movement to his right suddenly took up his attention. The blood-thirsty body of Chaos could be seen barreling towards them. How long had the crazed male been following him? Likely since he'd had his ass thrashed by Kalix. He sneered at the approaching male, his curled lips erupting into a snarl. He turned away from the snarky pack wolf, the fur over his nape, shoulde and back rising threateningly. Ears erect and his tail stiff out behind him, Kalix leapt forwards as Chaos moved in for the attack.

This was a grudge match, and Kalix had his honor and pride to defend. It had been only a few months since he had tossed the rabid brute into the ocean, and it was clear that Chaos' pride had been wounded. Kalix would be happy to do much more than wound the male this time. Discarding any notions of making fancy plays here, Kalix aimed directly for the face of the other male, ivory teeth flashing as his jaws parted to take hold. This was no longer about who was better, this was about who was going to remain alive. Kalix had no intentions of dying at the paws of this maniac; a demon sent to torment him.

Words: 405
Muse: Good
Tags: Ryker and @chaos
Notes: Kalix and Ryker are going to be such good friends! xD

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There was nothing going on inside Chaos’ mind aside from the looping thought of blood. He didn’t care that his position was given away long before he’d even made it to the other brute’s side. He couldn’t care less that he had crossed into pack territory where the alpha may lay in wait. He didn’t even care if Kalix was part of said pack, and that his death would signal an all out war against the blood-thirsty brute. It simply didn’t register within his brain. There was no room for other thoughts, what with his damaged pride and overall malice taking precedence.

Crazed eyes grew more wild as the defending brute snarled at his approach. The other’s stance was ready for him, ready for this fight. Chaos knew, somewhere in his web of unattended thoughts, that this would be a fight for his life. Only one of them was to walk away from this battle, and as he had lost the last, he vowed to set things right this time around. The title of devil was to be his alone. He would not allow some look-alike to strut around as he did. No. Chaos would bury the brute in the ground all while smiling at his rotting corpse. Oh yes. This battle would be the turning point in his life. After this, the wolves of Anikira would be forever fearful of his name. He would become a legend. A god.

The larger brute met Chaos’ lunge head on. There was no talking as there had been the day on the ridge. No delicate footwork, no wasting of time. This was an all-out blood battle. Even as the fangs of the other brute closed in on him, Chaos made no move to dodge. Let the blood flow, his or otherwise. The pain that coursed through the grey wolf’s face nearly brought back his sanity. Nothing should ever hurt quite that badly, even if he did have a certain lust for pain. Using all of his muscle, Chaos pressed his front paws against his adversary, shoving as hard as he could. This, of course, intensified the pain he was feeling. Instead of a cry of pain, the crazed brute let out a strangled snarl.

Blood poured waterfalls from the gaping wound on his face. His right eye was completely lacerated, no longer identifiable as an eye at all. A fair chunk of his muzzle was dangling from the side of his face, exposing the bright red flesh beneath it. Yet Chaos remained aggressive, bristling and snarling through the obvious disadvantage. His mouth filled quickly with iron-rich blood, throwing him into a blind frenzy. He leapt forward, fangs gleaming, and collapsed in a heap, clinging to nothing but fresh snow. He regained his stance quickly, spinning around, frantically searching for his opponent. He had to end this. He had to end this now.

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words:: Four-Hundred and Ninety-Two
tags:: @kalix
ooc:: Scout has left Ani, so there won't be anymore Ryker posts in this thread. Go ahead and just kill Chaos. He's not exactly in the right mind anymore DX

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The blind rage exhibited by his opponent left him vulnerable, and it became very obvious that with wounded pride, Chaos was going to fall all too easily. A pity, for Kalix hadn't found a more worthy opponent in a long time. The black monster was truly a reflection of the storm that was brewing inside Kalix himself, the evil twisted creature that Kalix could become was barreling down on him now.

The hot, rich taste of the other's blood flowed into his mouth as he felt his jaws close around the other males eye and face, crunching hard in his strike. Sharp canines punctured through his eyeball, grating into the ocular cavity; a good chunk of his face tearing away too. Kalix's eyes flashed at the imminent triumph before him - he had blinded Chaos. As his teeth fell away from the manic brutes face he lept back, expecting a vicious retaliation, but instead his only living enemy tumbled face first into the snow. He couldn't see very well at all, could he?

A cruel smile took him for a moment, before succumbing to a snarl full of violence and merciless rage. Kalix set himself on Chaos, circling around to leap at him from the side. Paws collided with the brutes shoulder and skull, knocking him sideways and to the ground, where his body lay completely open. Falling onto the downed male, he tore first at his belly, tortuously tearing at the soft flesh protecting the squishy organs within. Red blood was spilling into the snow, and none of it was Kalix's - a fact which made the black rogues ego swell.

In a sudden move, Kalix stopped and dropped his face to Chaos' hissing into his ear, "You lose." Baritone voice turned into a snarl as a paw moved to push into Chaos' face, his jaws closing around the helpless males throat. Gnashing through his trachea and esophagus, Kalix could feel the life draining out of the corpse that was once Chaos. More hot blood flowed into his mouth, the thick syrup drizzling out the corners of his mouth to run into the fur on his neck. Kalix's paws too were caked in blood from tramping about in the scarlet snow.

As he rose up from chewing into the dead flesh of Chaos, he turned to look around him, glaring eyes meeting those of the third, much more massive black wolf. Kalix was truly fearsome to behold: golden eyes framed by crimson blood, his face and paws drenched in the sticky, iron-filled liquid. His cold expression clearly communicating how unphased by the experience he was. Killing Chaos was just another notch in his belt, and bleeding the life from him was nothing new, or horrifying. The dead moron deserved to be laying bloodied in the snow at Kalix's feet, his pride and unbridled rage made him weak. Kalix knew he could be guilty of such a fault too, but clearly he was a stronger, more threatening beast. If Chaos had sought to be a god by killing Kalix, and had failed, perhaps Kalix himself truly was Warwolf; truly a God of Death.

Words: 521
Tags: Vorilye @chaos
Notes: I mentioned Ryker, but he's not necessary. Hope the god-moding wasn't too intense. I sort of want this over with.

[Vorilye]

It was always interesting to see what sort of vermin weaseled their way onto Descai's territory. In this case, the alpha male had simply sat back and relaxed while the two loners, in the presence of his son - which, inexplicably was the reason he was monitoring the situation - continued to duke it out. Vorilye was captivated by the situation. Instead of stopping things before they went to far, though, Vorilye simply decided to let things play out naturally, which ultimately ended in one of the male's untimely deaths. A good-natured chuckle slipped from the alpha male's golden muzzle as he emerged from the brush, revealing himself from his previous hiding place and stepping into the light, the chuckle turning into a full blown laugh as he approached the lone male. He could do no harm to Vorilye; to do so would be suicide upon the pack lands of Descai, and so he was more interested in the skills the male exhibited than he was of his own safety. If Ryker had not been injured, then they were all square in terms of safety.

"Well, well. I must say that I am quite impressed. We could use a few more good fighters around these parts," he mused, the slightest hint of pride in his eyes at having witnessed the skirmish. "What say you to a position within my ranks, loner?" He stopped briefly, staring down at the bloody carcass resting beneath the surviving male's paws. "That is, of course, if you do not want to end up like your friend here. I'm sure you have some sense of self-preservation, though, or you would not have fought so valiantly. However, I have to admit that aforementioned self-preservation waned a bit when entering Descai's territory, wouldn't you say?" he inquired, a smirk gracing his lips once more. It was always so fun to toy with his food, even if this was not a meal in the literal sense. The truth of the matter was that Vorilye needed to increase the security around his pack's borders, and having more fighters on board would help advance that goal. He would come to see Vorilye's vision as his own in time; they all did. It was the reason that Descai continued to exist and would for quite some time. They were certainly the strongest pack in Anikira, and with Vorilye's strong leadership, it would only continue to swell.


"So, what say you?"

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Count | 406 words
Muse | Bad. Like, really bad.
Tags | Ryker & @kalix
Notes | I'm really sorry for how bad this was and for how long it took me to get it up. I'm fighting with my muse right now x.x

[Ryker]

Not long after Ryker had commanded the loner out of the territory, another one came into view. Damn it.He had no idea what this other male's intentions were and frankly, he was considering calling his father. Not because he couldn't handle the situation..no that wasn't it. Ryker could handle anything! Or that's what he told himself at least. But before Ryker could even get a purpose for being there from the third black male, who honestly looked crazy in his eyes, he lunged at the first black male that had arrived. Ryker only stepped back a step or two to allow the fight to go on. He wouldn't stop them. It was amusing to watch if nothing else. He had seen so much violence already in his short lifetime that it hardly phased him at all to see the brutes battling it out in front of him. The male who arrived first took a chomp at the second male's face and eye. It looked like it hurt but Ryker didn't flinch. He didn't know these wolves and honestly, it would be much easier on him if they just killed each other so he could get back to his day. The second male fell face first into the snow after much of his face had been torn off of it's original place. It was true that it was a disgusting wound and Ryker could tell that the second male had bitten off more than he could chew. Ryker had been unaware of the fighting abilities of the first male. It was humbling...slightly. He wouldn't allow this to deter his stance to the first male. All he wanted to do was move on and Ryker would see to it that he did. He would never hear the end of it if he just left the male alone while not seeing that he actually left. Still, the black and gold male stood and watched, amused if not emotionless. He had become numbed to death. His respect for life had been greatly diminished when he had witnessed all of the murders as a young pup.

The first male circled around the second male, who was still laying on the ground. It reminded him of what he had done to some rabbits many months ago. He remembered the hate and the malice he felt to the rabbits who had done nothing to him except be in his way when he was in a fit of rage. He had done horrible things to those creatures but they were just food anyway. He continued to watch as the first male dominated the second. He was truly going for the kill. It seemed as though perhaps these fighters had met before and this was a rematch. Oh that was exciting. He wished that someday he would be able to fight as these two were now. Obviously he would be the victor just as the first male seemed to be in this fight. It was gory,bloody,but quick. The second male was killed and the first male simply told him "You lose." It was quite impressive, really. Ryker didn't dare tell the male that though. For one, he had developed a stutter and nothing was more embarrassing than that. For another thing, this male didn't need to know that he was impressed with him. Ryker wasn't the type to compliment anyway. It wasn't his style.

Then out of nowhere, his father had showed up. Ryker wondered how long he'd been watching and what was going to happen next. Ryker remained silent while his father spoke. He had complimented the male and then...offered him a place in the pack? Oh dear Fenris no. Ryker hoped that the male would just deny and be on his way. Although, denying his father's offer may lead to his own death so he could see where he would want to accept as well as he could understand why his father had offered him the position but for his own selfish reasons, he wanted the male gone. He had insulted him, irritated him, and he just plain didn't like him and he sure as hell didn't want to live with him. His father seemed to be playing with the male more than anything and Ryker himself just stared at him with his emerald green eyes. It was more of a glare than a stare. He wanted the male out, plain and simple.

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It wasn't more than a moment since he'd extinguished the demon at his feet, then another hulking black and gold wolf appeared from the brush. What the hell did these stuffy pack wolves eat? Why would anyone want to be that bulky? His gaze didn't waver as the big wolf approached, carrying an air of confidence likely belonging to some sort of alpha figure. He could have rolled his eyes at how cocky these assholes were, but he wasn't an idiot. These wolves were big - massive! - and while I was fairly confident he could take the yearling with ease, the bigger wolf who was now speaking was a different story.

So this brute was impressed. Hurray! Life goal complete! Seriously, as if a comment from this stranger could mean anything to Kalix, especially when he expected ulterior motive. And he was correct. The male stated how he could use more skilled wolves in their ranks, and basically gave Kalix the option of joining the pack that resided there, or dying. Cold eyes rose to meet the face of this alpha dog. It wasn't threatening or disrespectful, he simply needed to see the male; in his silence judging him. It didn't take long for Kalix to register that this male would indeed shred him, and let his progeny play with the pieces.

"Well, I don't want to die." He murmured, now lowering his eyes from the bigger wolf, though gave him no more than a neutral posture - he would not grovel. "But I'm not befitting of a subordinate role."[/color] He stated, serious now in this request. Kalix wasn't an idiot - as much as he hated packs, despising the lies about family, kinship and love that they reprisented - he knew it was better to be higher up.

He was quite intrigued by the methods of induction here. How did this monstrosity of a wolf know that Kalix himself wasn't the crazed maniac, and the wolf he had left brutally murdered wasn't entirely sane, trying to exact justice? He didn't. Was this male so desperate for security, that he would use threats to induce loyalty and subordination? Kalix was not one to follow blindly, but he was also not one to die. No, his death would be glorious, not ravaged by some alpha, whose moody offspring lacked manners.

Words: 389
Muse: Okay
Notes: Bleh, this was sort of terrible. I'd prefer Kalix to hold some sort of rank other than subordinate so he can push a few people around, and not get in super-duper trouble for it. xD

[Vorilye]

This male did not want to be subordinate, and the alpha could truthfully relate. With a smirk, he addressed the brute once more. "I never said that you would be reduced to a mere subordinate. You have proved yourself to be an adequate fighter, and I therefore bestow upon you the rank of Warrior in the Descai Pack. Wear your title well," he commanded. With one glance toward his eldest son, Vorilye could see the discomfort with the situation. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous of him to offer a virtual stranger a place in his pack, but what other option did he have right now? He needed to keep Descai safe, and if it took bringing in aggressive loners who would swear their loyalty to Descai to do so, then that would be the path he took.

Vorilye scanned over his newest warrior appraisingly. He did not seem to have sustained too devastating of injuries, though he was sure Sarin or Ajax would have been able to patch up close to anything. That was, if they were in the mood to be helpful. He knew as well as the rest of the pack that both medicine wolves had a strong love of poisons and experimentation. Vorilye did everything in his power to avoid being treated by the pair, especially because things were awkward between himself and Sarin as of late. The alpha could not possibly have known about Sarin's deceit, but the female's behavior toward him since the birth of their pups had been a little off. Vorilye wondered just what would become of the relationship between them. He was ever so grateful for his pups, but Sarin had simply been a means to an end. At least he did not treat her as negatively as Kallik. She should ultimately be grateful for that.

"Try to keep your wandering in the pack lands, brute. Descai commands both Acerbus and Kamari. I need your name as well," he instructed once more, wondering just what had Ryker tensed up. Had the situation been different and it had been his son being attacked, this male would not be walking away with his head still attached to his body. Luckily, his son had not witnessed the brutal murder of the alphess that decided to waste his other son. If so, Ryker would have known without a shadow of a doubt that his father would never bring harm upon Descai.

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Count | 406 words
Muse | Pretty bad.
Tags | Ryker & @kalix
Notes | I'm so sorry for the wait and the badness of this post x.x