Weary Trickster [open/joining]

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Water still clung to the black wolf's pelt as he dragged his paws against the beach bank. And though he did not know it, the wolf was in the Eastern territories of Anikira. The wolf trekked on, where he was going the wolf didn't know but being on the move made him feel safe after all those years of running from the humans. He still didn't know if he had drifted onto Anikira's shores or if the ocean sent him back to where he first started. If he had that would have been a cruel twist of fate. It wasn't until he came across a scent border that he realized he was where he wanted to be. The scents weren't like any scent he had picked up before. It came from many different wolves. Not just one kind. Perhaps he really did find Anikira.
"Well done, Hecate, well done indeed" the black wolf softly said to himself with a smile in his voice. The scent border was obviously a pack border and he pondered on dropping in uninvited or wait until a pack member came by on patrol maybe. Hecate knew he wouldn't be able to survive in this new land alone, he didn't know what kind of predators lurked on the island nor of the prey one could hunt there. If it was anything like the savannas of Africa with those large cat packs, Hecate would surely need to be in a pack to learn the land at least. And it wasn't like Hecate was the strongest here, for all he knew the wolves here could be savages. Like those hyenas he met long ago on his journey to the island. Though Hecate wasn't sure if hyenas were a kind of wolf at all. The Mackenzie Valley wolf continued to sniff around, weaving around the border as he searched for a wolf. Any wolf, preferably one that belonged to the pack. The border's stench soon got to him as a disgusted expression came upon his face, making the lone wolf to shake, sending salt water in every direction possible.
"Where is this blasted pack?" Hecate growled.

OCC; I wanted to have a table before I posted this but I was too excited
Muse; Loki'd
Word Count; 357
Notes; Will get a table soon :B

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In Fury’s mind, it had just been a bland day of border patrols and renewing scent markers. He would much rather have been socializing and getting to know his pack members, but there was work to be done. The Arctic brute did not expect the unfamiliar scent of another brute to enter his nostrils, and to be honest, he wasn’t exactly ecstatic when he did. He was nearly positive that he had not heard a howl pierce through the opening of the caverns. For this reason, the male had absolutely no idea as to how long this loner had been waiting at the border, nor what this unidentified canine’s motive was for coming to Ultoris’s land. With an almost annoyed groan, Fury began to make his way towards the origin of the scent. He was the Alpha of this area, and if this retched loner was planning something against his pack, the black-colored male wasn't sure if he would release the stranger without some kind of discipline. His number one priority was to maintain a good well-being of the wolves in his pack, and he wasn't very welcoming when it came to outsiders ignoring his scent markers.

To much of his relief, the night-colored Mackenzie Valley Wolf who came into vision had not yet crossed the official line into Aleru. That did not translate into a suddenly welcoming Fury, but it certainly helped the other male’s chances of being let off the hook since he was not technically trespassing. Taking a proud, dominant stance, Fury confronted the male that stood before him. ”Greetings, brute. I am Fury, the Alpha of Ultoris, the pack that resides here. What brings you to my territory, loner?” Examining the Mackenzie brute more carefully, Fury could easily see that this canine was slightly taller than him, but the bulkier and probably more skilled of the two was himself and there was no doubt in his mind that he could defend himself – and his pack – against this wolf rather smoothly if the opportunity arose. With a background of fighting and combat, the male was not a newbie when it came to fighting. It was very true that the Arctic brute was not an overly violent creature, he preferred to work through any problems with calm, sensible conversation. However, now that he was the leader of a group of wolves who depended on him, he knew that he could not allow any dangerous figure to harm his new family at any cost – even his own life.

Yes, the Arctic male had become accustomed to referring to his pack as his family. He wouldn’t dare to call them this aloud to another canine, but that was at least how he thought of them in his mind: family. It probably helped that Ultoris merely consisted of four canines including himself, and Fury was in no way ashamed at this fact. A smaller pack, in his mind, did not translate into a weak pack, and slowly but surely, Ultoris had been gaining new, worthy members into their ranks. These wolves were like family to him, the bond between himself and his pack becoming stronger as the days passed by. Sure, he dearly missed his mother and sisters, but he was aware that the time had come to move on from the fact that he left his entire life behind the day that his own father was forced to banish him from his homeland. And why? Because he enforced the importance of teamwork. The black canine knew that it hadn’t been the choice of Rakirt to banish his own son from the tiny island known as Gantotas. What kind of reputation would he have if he had shown mercy to his Omega son who had clearly broken the laws of the pack? But now, Fury could live by his own rules, for he had created a pack in these lands. And right now, all he cared about was receiving this loner’s explanation, and he wanted it to come fast.

ooc :: Sorry for the wait on this <3

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Hecate had sneezed before picking up an odd wolf scent.

'Finally' Hecate grumbled, having grown tired of waiting for so long. His fur had dried by the time this new wolf arrived. But the scent of the sea still clung to him, annoying as it was. The trickster kept his head high-in order to keep track of the new wolf's scent-until the other came into his view and opted for a more submissive stance. As much as he hated to, Hecate needed this wolf to take a liking to him if he were to even be considered being allowed to join. If he wasn't, well then, the Mackenzie Valley wolf could always follow the pack where ever they went and feed off the carcasses they leave behind. It would be a hard life, but one he was used to. Still, he would rather not live like a hyena, annoying as the ones he bumped into were.

'Brute?' Hecate wondered as he listened to the strange wolf, his siblings were certainly more of a brute than he! However, the dark wolf didn't think of it any more than that as he began his response to the apparent alpha's question.

"Hello, I am Hecate, formerly of Yellowstone" the wolf dipped his head a little, hoping it would show he had no intention of causing harm.... yet. "I am new to this... little island of yours and I was hoping to meet either another of your pack or yourself so that I may join, that is if you would have me" Hecate pulled his ears back and pointed his nose to the ground. His tail was already drooping down as well. Though mostly because he was still tired from his long swim. Well, part swimming and part drowning. It could still be tiring, especially when water tend to get into your lungs. Hecate was in no condition to be fighting, though he would if he had to. The foreigner wolf did not come all the way to Anikira from another continent only to die the moment he set foot in another's territory!

"Though, I am surprised you have not yet ripped my throat out for thinking such a thing, others I knew before swimming here would have done that" Anikira certainly was a different kind of place.

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OCC; That's alright! I understand that having an Alpha character makes people very busy, as does life :B
Word Count; 391
Notes; Still need to get that table done :B

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A small knot of pain began to form in the male's lower spine area, reminding him that he was not as youthful as he looked and felt. The effect of the addictive steroid-like herbs that he was forced to ingest on the island of Gantotas caused him to appear younger, but occasionally this backfired uncontrollably. Hopefully, this dose of severe pain would not be as serious as some were, he did not want to scare off this newcomer by reacting sourly to this unpleasant feeling. It was easy to forget that these side effects would haunt Fury for his entire life, but when he was reminded of the unbearable pain that would return time after time, he did not despise of the wolves who forced the herbs down his throat. No, he almost appreciated what they had done for him. If those drugs had not been taken in, the brute would not have the strength to lead Ultoris for much longer as he was already five years of age. Most wolves stepped down from their place as alpha at the age of six or seven, but the black brute was sure that he could function well for another three or four years before handing down his position to his heir.

The ends of the male's lips curled upwards in a pleased smile in reaction to Hecate's non-aggressive approach to the situation. He had never heard of the land known as Yellowstone, but now was not the time to inquire this brute about the location. He needed to get through the introduction phase of this unexpected conversation to ensure that his back pain did not increase majorly before the two were able to discuss the other canine's intentions. "This wolf wants to join my pack?" A grunt of laughter threatened to escape his maw, but Fury would not allow himself to act so rudely. Swallowing the chuckle, the Arctic canine responded in a professional tone, "I'm sure I could find a place for you within my pack somewhere, though my pack is not very welcoming to dead weight." His last few words were harsher than he had wanted them to be, but Fury had no control over that. A sudden surge of pain had erupted in his spine, and he was rather proud of himself for controlling it so well. Thankfully, the brute hadn't turned to a more violent way of dealing with his pain.

The chuckle that had threatened to emerge from his muzzle earlier now came as a short, lighthearted laugh in an attempt to lighten up the mood slightly. "Although I'm not very familiar with this 'Yellowstone' of yours, I do assure you that none within my ranks would rip anyone's throat out without valid reason for doing so." The smile upon his maw grew bigger, though his stance remained dominant. Loners could be quite unpredictable, and it was never clear whether or not a wolf was telling the truth, or stretching it to meet their desires. "Hecate, before you can be accepted into Ultoris, I must know that you have some sort of skill that will contribute to the pack." Although Fury had never rejected a wolf from joining his pack so far, he was in no way afraid of doing so. A suitable Alpha would not accept incapable wolves just to increase his numbers. That would mean more work for the wolves who would be forced to care for these useless canines, and that did not seem very ideal for the Arctic male.

words :: Six-hundred seven.
muse :: Fairly decent.
tags :: @adolfo2
notes :: I apologize for the major delay on this post. I've been crazy busy. <3

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'Dead weight huh?' Hecate thought to himself, this pack had a lot of the same ideals as his old one did, though this Fury wasn't anything like his old alpha, however. The black Mackenzie lifted his head to be able to see Fury without having to practically roll his eyes into the back of his head to look up at him, though his stance remained submissive as he did not wish to get onto this alpha's bad side. This young alpha seemed to be much stronger than himself. This would be a problem if the other wolf decided to attack him which made him glad that the alpha didn't, even when he seemed to become suddenly aggressive. "I can assure you that I am anything but dead weight" Hecate replied with determination. He had, after all, traveled through various dangerous parts of a continent far bigger than Anikira. Though it didn't seem that Fury believed him. "Well I didn't think you would be, it's far from here" Hecate explained "Still, I'm glad you're confident in your pack enough to say that, I rather like my throat" the loner finished his response. Hecate thought of himself as a smart wolf if not a genius, he hoped to manipulate other wolves in the future. Though he did not say any of this. Most wolves didn't take kindly to manipulation and Hecate didn't know Fury well enough to reveal this. Not that he wanted to, he'd rather keep his ambitions a secret for a future cause. When he would be able to push that cause into action was unknown to him, though he'd like to take his time. That could make realizing his ambitions years from where they were. Oh well, the longer they are lulled into a false sense of security, the better. "What do you want me to do, Fury? In order to show off my abilities and all that" Hecate inquired, he guessed he could hunt but he would need to know where the best hunting grounds were, but if he needed to fight someone he was sure he'd be running around in circles in attempt to not get hit. If Fury was a testament to what kinds of wolves lived in his pack, there could be some issues on the fighting part. OCC; it's aight UuU Word Count; 396 Tags; Fury

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The black male's orbs eyed the other canine as he assured the Alpha that he was not dead weight. "I won't know that until I see it." Ultoris was not one of those packs that any wolf seeking acceptance was welcomed with open arms. Although it was difficult for him to admit it, it was true. Fury liked to think that his pack could be a refuge for any wolf in need, but how would they be successful that way. Every member had to prove themselves before joining and continue to impress the brute even after acceptance to be considered a true Ultoris member. If a wolf seemed capable upon first meeting them but slacked off after acceptance, the Arctic male would have no choice but to send them on their way. He simply could not afford to have extra mouths to feed if they could not contribute in some way. It wasn't fair to the members who worked their ass off to be forced to keep some lazy canine alive. "I hope you're telling the truth, brute." His reddish-brown oculars stared deep into the Mackenzie male's eyes, searching for a flinch, an odd glance, anything to serve as a warning sign. Allowing evil-spirited canines into his pack was also not high on his to do list.

Another surge of electrifying pain rushed through Fury's back, threatening to trigger a moan or yowl of pain. But this brute was strong. His facial featured remained blank, not even showing a bit of discomfort. He had learned to hide everything inside of him. Whether it be pain, fear, or sadness, you could be certain that the Arctic canine would not allow a bit of it escape his body. If he were to openly show his emotions to the world, he would be weak, vulnerable to anyone who wanted to use his emotions to manipulate him. The only sign that may have given Hecate the idea that something was causing Fury pain was a small flick of his tail, but he doubted that any wolf, no matter how observant, would come to such a conclusion from a single movement.

The question that rolled off of Hecate's tongue surprised the male. More often than not, a wolf who was asked what they could contribute to a pack would simply explain their skills and assets. Even then, Fury would have requested to see these skills, but it was unusual for a canine to suggest a demonstration up front. However, this loner wished to physically show the Alpha his strengths, whatever these may be. Maybe the place called Yellowstone was more civilized than this Mackenzie brute was aware of. If this was normal for wolves of that area, then maybe they weren't so keen to liars either. "Well, if you prefer hunting, I suppose we could take a trip to I'queyer, our main hunting grounds. It is an unclaimed area that we tend to utilize since cave-dwelling prey doesn't exactly feed a pack of wolves. If fighting is your strong point, I could summon one of my warriors to spar. If your skill set is that of anything else, you'll have to think of a way to show them off on your own," the brute answered, hoping that this male would not waste his time with any mediocre abilities.

words :: Five-hundred seventy-three.
muse :: Pretty good.
tags :: @adolfo2
notes :: none