Savor. The. Flavour. [Joining]

[wutender]

He lifted a paw and set it down, staring upon the earth below him with a frosted and self-sufficient contempt. A pair of tiny glittering jewels, chocolate crystals set into his skull, decorative almost. Yet held the murkiest tendencies portrayed in but a glimmer of the malignant creature he truly was.

One once said that the eyes were the gateway to the soul. Had that been true, those who could look straight into these eyes, these portals to all malice and ponderous perversity in all the earth, their fate was sealed. Like a blink, gone forever. So stepped forth the sly and strangely agile gate of the Mad Doctor.

Wutender, the Mexican wolf, his multicolored form unhindered by lack of muscle, but was rather taught packed and ready like a loaded spring. His subtle eeriness brimmed with obvious power, sinuous tail a whip. That head, long and tapered, displayed the rawest power in his jaws, made clear by the yellowing fangs. He almost seemed in an eternal sneer.

He paced out into the shadowy depths of Lleingas Woods, skinny ears a-perked. With a fattened pride, he surveyed the place around him with cold eagerness. Silvering markings jutted smoothly across his features and dazzled in the sunlight successful in penetrating the gnarly canopy above. Would he call to his perhaps future impudent kin?

Wutender lifted his withering muzzle, turning back tiny ears as his mouth formed a near perfect 'o'. The flow of the sound from his vocal chords was almost strange, arcane, unwolflike. His previous 'Alpha' being human, Wutender did not often communicate in the way natural wild wolves did. Perhaps that was why he saw himself as so above them all, so superior. He was different, and played the role that grew inside of him well. And so he waited, idly picking dirt from his claws and toes, and primming and fussing the stray strands of fur that jutted from either side of his noble throat. He would wait.

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tagged. Wutender, Joining.
notes. Joining?
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] Thump, thump, thump. The brute's paws rhythmically pounded against the earth as he traversed toward the howling loner. The alpha's golden eyes scoured his surroundings, carefully searching through scent and sight for any unwelcomed guests that could potentially hide in the brush. He was eager to get these boundaries secured so that there was no room for strangers. That way, he could hold the reins even tighter on his followers. There would be nothing that could stop his pack; he would be sure of that. The golden fur of the alpha's muzzle dusted the earth, searching for the loner eagerly. He had hoped Alanna would follow, but she had fallen behind a little ways back. Maybe she would catch up, and maybe she would not. Only time would tell. Vorilye lifted his head, sensing the presence of another being nearby. No more than a hundred yards away stood a brute, preening himself in the sunlight. The sight was actually quite comically to the alpha, but he did not show his amusement in his face. In fact, the brute barked out a quick greeting to the wolf before drawing any closer. He would not risk any unnecessary attacks from the wolf. Looking straight into the opposing wolf's eyes, Vorilye smirked slightly. This looked like an able-bodied, tough brute, but he was not intimidated by him. This was not to say that the other wolf was in any way weak; in fact, it was just the opposite. The brute was a very capable-looking wolf that Vorilye would not like to cross frequently. As much as he would like to have purely females under his command, however, he was going to need some brute power. Thus, enter wolves such as this. Vorilye would be happy to have some of the sheer strength that males had to offer, but he would have to eventually overcome his skepticism about them. They couldn't all be bad, could they? His mind flashed back to his sons; they had seemed dependable and loyal, but their loyalty had been with their mother, not him. He was going to have to work hard to gain the loyalty of some males that could be trusted. His question was whether this would be one of them. Clearing his throat, Vorilye opened his maw to address the wolf. The words flowed easier than they had with any of the females. "Greetings, brute. What brings you to my territory?" he inquired gruffly, his eyes probing the other wolf in an attempt to understand his intentions. Vorilye was not a foolish wolf; he would keep his guard up around the mexican brute until he was given a reason to trust him, and even then, he could not be completely sure... ((OOC: Definitely not my best.))

[alanna]

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[atrb=background,http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff404/fortortall/anikira/Alannawolfbodycopy.png] Alanna padded along, careful to keep her leader's scent thick in her nose, lost in the virtual hurricane that was her thoughts. Just when she had thought she had one thing figured out, something else jumped up and knocked her on her rear end. Life had always been complicated, but never like this. She could remember, however long ago, where the complications in life stemmed from who was mating and whether or not the pups were going to make it since it was winter. For a moment, the she-wolf wished she could go back to that time. Then she remembered that she had been given life and banished such depressing thoughts from her mind. Frankly, she had other problems to deal with. Like how she reacted when the Alpha said her name. It hadn't been intentional, but she had immediately dipped her head to acknowledge and obey his order. It had surprised her at that moment, but she had kept her council, choosing to remain silent instead of any alternative that came to mind. She had, of course, noticed the partial smile that covered his face and realized with a jolt that she took pleasure in pleasing him, no matter how redundant that might sound. Carefully, though, she kept her happiness hidden. Alanna couldn't come up with a reason to know that particular secret. Or, if she could, she wouldn't admit it to herself. So, while that had been forefront on her mind, she had simply followed him. For a moment it had been like she was back in her old life. Then the realization that she couldn't scent her father or mother or brother or aunt or sitter or anyone familiar struck her so hard and true it made her stumble. Yes, she was following someone who demanded her submission, but he wasn't who she was used to. He hadn't touched her to ensure they both smelled like pack. There were no wolves surrounding her and yipping their joy at the movement of the pack. It wasn't normal. Or at least, it wasn't Alanna's normal. This train of thought lead her to another train of thought and another and another, many having to do with what, exactly, was normal and if Alanna had a normal at all. A year in solitary confinement changes a wolf. That brought her back to the present. Alanna reminded herself, not for the first time, that she did not own these lands and couldn't care less what happened to them. Unfortunately, it chafed against her honor to present that as fact. She had never enjoyed lying and had even been accused of not being very good at it. Thus, lying to herself didn't work as she had hoped it would. The timber wolf immersed herself in the desire to not care. She looked at it from every angle to convince herself that it didn't matter who the stranger was and these weren't her lands and she only had to care about the alpha she was bound to. When she emerged from the shadows behind her liege, she discovered that she was less than skilled at convincing herself of anything. Alanna looked first to the alpha, noting that he was speaking and taking in the appearance of the stranger at the same time. Immediately afterward, her gaze raked over the intruder, taking in the muscle definition on the various places of his body. He was older than she, slightly larger, and based on his eyes, not all right upstairs. Though Alanna didn't know it at the time, that was appearing to be the norm for Descai. In the span of a heartbeat, Alanna was certain of the situation and several possible outcomes. She stood slightly behind the alpha and to the right, subconsciously taking the position of a body guard and 'right hand man' at the same time. Before the much larger wolf was finished speaking she had fallen into a stance of readiness. At this point, she had no doubt that the alpha understood his power over her and forced the thought from her mind. The fur along her spine lifted with the flesh along the upper portion of her maw. Alanna did not take to strangers. Once upon a time, that was different, but now...Alanna did not take to strangers. Yep, she cared about the land, not just the leader. It was home, and she would die defending it. However, based on her appraisal, she would not die today, even if it came to blows. She was rarely wrong. As soon as the alpha was finished speaking, Alana allowed her pent up growl to escape between her teeth. It wasn't particularly loud yet contained all the threat she could muster. Nothing mattered but the voice of her lord. She dare not move before he allowed it. However, not even her desire to stay within his control could curb her natural hatred for trespassers. If the mexican wolf spoke what she believed to be a lie, gave the wrong answer, or fled, Alanna would make him regret it. All that mattered was Master's permission. words;; 869 tags;; Mr.Who's Wutender and Uru's Vorilye mood;; I'm not even sure she knows... notes;; hahaha, such an obedient vassal. =D

[wutender]

Muscles squirmed like uneasy snakes beneath his flesh, but truly they only wished for the chance to do just what they had been created for. Limbs and claws to give life, or take it. Powerful jaws that could manipulate the enemy in their iron grasp with a singular utter of speech that sent fragments of inspiration or fear flying through ones mind. Ok, so maybe those things were not made for such belittling behavior, rather than to render flesh from bone.

Wutender's spine arched with almost feline delicacy, causing each individual toe on his forepaws to spread apart, revealing the slight and delicate unprotected flesh between them. But as quickly as he moved back to sit, those openings were hastily stored away. He gazed around, idle, deceptively calm. A crunching off somewhere in the distance caused rounded ears to slant forwards, listening.

So there was little surprise when Vorilye sauntered into the clearing of cobbled stone earth and patches of greening grasses, causing the Doctor to look up with little interest. Long, ruffled tail flowed behind him, wrapping around his rump as he looked Vorilye up and down, as though in disdain. None the less, he was the first one here and that could only mean one thing.

But before the Mexican fellow could respond to Vorilye's greeting, another arrived, a smaller, daintier femme. Wutender merely winked with a tilt of his head. Indeed he had not anticipated the potential danger that was lurking. Though the Doctor could be a vicious, merciless creature, some things in his mind lacked essential aspects. He was sly indeed, dark, all out dangerous, but sometimes he failed to look ahead. Indeed he had known that trying to join a the pack would have some repercussions, he had not anticipated such hostility on the first meeting, her subtle growl well and truly vibrating within his ears. The bitch.

Head jerked around just a breadth of a second in time. His cruel brown eyes pinpointed her almost immediately and he felt his lips rise up in a subconscious snarl. He pressed it back down, watching as she wreathed her away around Vorilye's side. A faint, indecipherable smile flitted across his maw at the small female, the effect he ad had upon her was quite amusing to watch, and he decided to humor her for the time being.

Brown pools shifted easily, focusing on the actual important figure of the trio. His tapered snout lowered, his crania following in an elegant bow of sorts. Wutender was far from a threat at the moment, his loner life for the last few months had taken it's toll. Being human raised had been more of a curse than a blessing in this situation. You could tell from his less than impressive bodily state. But Wutender had always been a smart wolf, thus his reason for being here today. He needed the support from a family, a pack, just as they needed his.

"Afternoon, blau eins, (Blue one) Wutender be my name. I come seeking refuge, perhaps a home within your home."

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His voice was smooth, almost strange like his previous howl. He hadn't much experience speaking his fluent natural tongue. He was sure that would change should he be accepted.

"The only thing I can offer at this time is my unrivaled skills in healing ones deteriorating, aching, or broken bodies..."[/b]

Narrowing orbs shifted to the female, the faintest smirk reappearing upon his tapered snout. He mentally noted to take very good care of that one should she fall ill. Very good care.
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tagged. Wutender, Vorilye .
notes. Dun dun dun.
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] As the unfamiliar brute introduced himself, Vorilye nodded lightly in greeting. Wutender, what an interesting name, he thought briefly, dismissing the thought as quickly as it crossed his mind. The brute was not openly aggressive toward the alpha, and so Vorilye was a lot more open to conversation and agreeability. He seemed fairly sincere; his behavior left Vorilye a little concerned, but perhaps that was just his overall nerves at allowing another male into the pack. The alpha brute was paranoid about his control. He would not forfeit it to anyone. Vorilye would rather fight to the death than survive as a dethroned alpha once again, that much he was certain. Vorilye's eyes scanned the brute affirmatively, and he tried to gather as much about the wolf as possible from first impressions. He seemed a little shifty to the alpha, but that could possibly be nerves from approaching an alpha. However, when Alanna arrived, he narrowed his eyes slightly at the wolf; he did not like the way Wutender was watching one of his females. Alanna was one of his pack, and he would protect her mercilessly. The brute's smirk made Vorilye's fur rise on the back of his neck. Hopefully it was all in his head, but perhaps it would be good to keep this brute close, if only to keep a good eye on him. "Greetings, Wutender. We do not currently have a healer for our pack. We would be greatly honored to accept the offer of your services," he replied to the mexican brute cordially. "Welcome to Descai." His golden eyes fell briefly on Alanna as he attempted to communicate his discomfort without the mexican brute noticing. He would keep an eye on Alanna, as well as Meridian and Angel at this point, if the new brute was going to be around. He trusted that they could look after themselves, but they were also his new family. Vorilye watched over his family, no matter what the situation. Just because he is a part of the pack does not mean he can be trusted, he mentally noted. There were many wolves wandering Anikira, and he knew many of them could not be trusted. He was a cynical brute, but he was not a stupid alpha. Vorilye would go to great lengths to protect those that he considered family which, in this case, included all his femmes. Perhaps his initial reasoning for why they were members of his pack was flawed, but now they were under his care. Alanna was still in a poor state of health, and Meridian and Angel both seemed slightly unstable as it was. He was not going to allow a rampant brute to mess everything up for them... ((OOC: Sorry, it isn't the greatest post. Since he's actually playing alpha and not babbling about emotions, he's a little different XD))

[alanna]

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[atrb=background,http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff404/fortortall/anikira/Alannawolfbodycopy.png] Alanna paid very close attention to what the stranger said, knowing how many different ways there were to agree to something without saying one would do it, and there were even more ways to be vague and yet still sound as if one were answering with the complete truth. Again, Alanna did not take to strangers. One wrong step and it would be his last, she would ensure it. Even a slightly disrespectful tone would push the femme over the precipice she was teetering on. It was difficult at best to control herself. Luckily, perhaps, she had someone else to do that for her. The stranger's words were...odd. He had an accent Alanna couldn't place, not that she would be able to place any accent from these lands. Still, it didn't sound right. It sounded like he was used to communicating with other creatures more than his own race, but Alanna could no more tell why she thought that than she could count the stars on a moonless night. His voice was wrong. Plain and simple. If possible, the hair along the fae's spine rose a little higher. She didn't trust this male. Still, he said he was a healer, and her mother had always told her to trust healers. Or at least, she had always been taught to do as a healer said. Alanna was caught between years of an action being ground into her skull and actual experience. However, these thoughts were completely forgotten at the sound of the alpha's voice. So much for never hearing his voice again... she thought belatedly. As soon as his words registered, however, Alanna's jaw almost dropped from her face to roll in the dirt for a moment and come to a stop several tail-lengths away. It took every ounce of self control she had not to gawp at him like he had just sprouted horns. Then again, sprouting horns would probably be less of a shock than what she had just heard. Did he just not only accept the stranger but welcome him!? Alanna took a heartbeat to glance at the alpha. He was looking at her as well. If she wasn't mistaken, which she doubted she was, the look he gave was meant to tell her something. Also, she was fairly certain, the message was meant only for her. Her gaze traveled back to Wutender. She took a very obvious deep breath and forced her hackles to lie straight. Working each group of muscles, she managed to pull out of the fighter's stance that felt so natural. After a moment of concentration, Alanna appeared to be a normal wolf, surrounded by pack, if a little underfed. If she had done it right, Wutender would think that the alpha's glance had been the order to stand down. "Greetings, Wutender..." she said, allowing her voice to take a very feminine lilt. She didn't trust him, but there was no reason for him to know that. "It is good to gain a healer." She sounded innocent and gentle, almost nothing like the wolf that had originally greeted the stranger. words;; not many tags;; Mr. Who's Wutender and Uru's Vorilye mood;; distrustful notes;; Sorry this took so long!!! I no had internets!