Disrespect Is Sweet [Descai Only]

[kallik]

Heavy yet muted footfalls hit the earth with a muffled flump. A rust colored wolf –Mackenzie Valley by the looks of it- moved slowly through the trees, an eerie fog clinging to her fur, looking like smoke curling around her burly body. Though her flanks, back, and sides were all a rust color, her shoulder blades and face were dotted with natural black markings. Her throat was ringed by black as well, along with her forehead. Her cheeks, legs and chest, however, were creamy white in color. The mist seemed to envelop her, tinting her fur slightly darker. Her eyes, which were a deep green, kept flitting back and forth. Her nose wrinkled as she caught the stench of a pack. By scenting at the trees that surrounded her, she made out that there were only a few members in said pack, and that the alpha was a male.

The fae frowned slightly, gazing into the depths of the forest. She’d never come upon a pack, only a stray wolf or two at the most. There were at least four, maybe five wolves in this pack. How would they react if they found her now? A low growl rumbled softly in the back of her throat. She’d like to see them try to run her out…It was either that or death; she had no wish to join them. Perhaps she would hunt and rest for awhile…This was her kind of terra, after all. Dim, quiet. Probably a place where most decided to stay away from. Now she smiled. Maybe she could run this pack out of their precious lands…

Tilting back her great dome, she scented the air again. She wasn’t looking for wolf scents anymore. Of course there were deer in these woods, maybe some stray elk. Bears and bobcats, likely. Yet none of these were something she could catch. Deer and elk were too fast, bears and bobcats too deadly. Hare? Perfect. She’d never quite learned how to hunt as it were, and hare was the best thing for her to hunt. Not too fast, definitely not too large. Nowhere near as strong as she was. She lowered her body and started to glide across the earth. Her large paws barely made a sound as the shifted over dead leaves and the other litters of the earth. Inhaling sharply, the Mackenzie Valley femme could taste the odors of her prey all over again, even stronger now that she was focusing so heavily on them. It seemed there was a small family of the little creatures, somewhere nearby. She swallowed as she crept forward, feeling her saliva slither down her throat; scent particles had become trapped within it, and her lust for blood and flesh doubled.

She rushed forward, knowing now exactly where the burrow of hares was. Pouncing swiftly, she dug her claws into the earth, glad for her breeding. Her paws were made to do this. They were strong and wide, like shovels, with larger, more powerful claws. A sudden squeal told her that she’d hit her mark. Her claws sank into the warm body of an adult hare, and she shuddered with pleasure at the feeling of it squirming below her paws. It seemed that murdering her brother had given her a liking for sadism. Dispatching the animal quickly, she dug deeper, standing protectively over the burrow. Jackpot! Several baby hares were cowering just below her claws, and a second adult –the father, no doubt- was standing guard over them. A sharp blow to the head and he was killed.

With a satisfied grunt, the wolf bowed her head and crunched through the head of one of the babies. The blood gushed into her mouth and she savored the flavor, quickly polishing off the first young one then devouring the rest. She ate the mother rabbit greedily, saving the father for the pack. As evidence of her disrespect. A howl rushed past her maw, climbing into the air, shivering slight and then dying. With that, she lay down and closed her eyes, waiting. Sooner or later a wolf would come for her. Then she could show them what she did.

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Words;; 694
Muse;; Great!
Tagged;; None
Mood;; Rebellious, bold.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] Keep your paws off my territory. Vorilye's black eyelids slid over his golden orbs repeatedly, his displeasure at catching the scent of yet another wolf evident in his movements. He was rigid, and an aura of disgust radiated from the brute. It was almost time for these wolves to learn their lessons. Vorilye would find a way so unpleasant that it would spread in rumors across Anikira. No wolf would ever trespass on Descai's territory again. Vorilye would show them all. He was going to be the leader around here, and no one commanded more respect than him. And yet these wolves continued to test his patience. Alanna's behavior had been a sore point. She was turning out to be an interesting companion and even more useful than he would have originally anticipated, though Vorilye would not let her know that just yet. He was a proud wolf, a strong leader, and he wanted to command respect from his followers. That would not happen if he could not convince them of who was in charge. He needed to act the part and be the bigger wolf. He was what he thought he was, and, in this case, that was a dominant, no nonsense alpha. It would all work out in the end for him this time. There was no room to make the same mistakes again. Lead, don't love. That was my mistake, he berated himself. The smell of fresh blood flooded the brute's senses, and his hackles rose immediately. Some foolish wolf had not only entered his territory, but he or she had hunted there before bothering to howl for the alpha? Vorilye had eventually heard the song of the femme, but that did not excuse hunting in his lands. A wolf with some sense of self-preservation would have enough sense to refrain from feeding until at least consulting with the alpha. It was one of the most basic ideas of pack etiquette, and now Vorilye was pissed. Whoever had invaded his home was likely to endure a bitter tongue-lashing. He was furious; his authority had been undermined, and he was going to make whoever was responsible pay the price. Vorilye's golden socks flew across his territory, drawing him nearer to the fiend who had caused him so much mental grief. Who would have so little regard for the leadership of this land to hunt here? he raged internally, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He was thoroughly worked up by the time he reached the offending wolf. What he did not expect was to find her asleep. The femme's body rose steadily before sinking with each breath. Vorilye froze, his body arguing about what should be done. She was defenseless, of course; he could do the act of justice and waste her while she slept. Vorilye was at full liberty to destroy this female, especially after so recklessly hunting in Descai territory. Alanna could have used the rabbit that the femme had devoured; that rabbit could have brought an accepted pack member, regardless of her omega status, back to proper health. And this female had ruined that for Alanna. However, his other side was intrigued by the female. Vorilye's eyes raked over her with lust. She was definitely more built than the females he had encountered so far; she was larger, and he liked that. That made her more of a challenge to him. Maybe he could draw her into the pack as an actual omega. After all, Alanna had been displeased with the position because she had actually attempted to do things the right way. This femme had screwed up majorly, and she had adequately earned the title. Vorilye was torn between having his way with her right there or waking her up and confronting her. His golden eyes lingered lustfully on her rump. Oh dear, he thought, the saliva pooling in his maw. He narrowed his eyes once more. He had to do this the right way. She needed to be held responsible for her behavior. Vorilye cleared his throat, seating himself about five feet from her head. He wanted to look her in the eyes when he told her what hell he had planned for her. He wanted her to suffer for her behavior. He wanted to be in control.

[kallik]

Soon, too soon it seemed, Kallik was in the presence of another wolf. Or rather, another wolf was in the presence of Kallik. She had not fully drifted yet, was not entirely enveloped by sleep. Yet, she was far down enough that she was not roused merely by the scent of the stranger brute, nor the soft padding of his paws on the leaf-strewn ground. She continued to drift peacefully, though her nose twitched occasionally. A sudden breeze came through the trees, ruffling her fur and making her shiver; Winter was definitely on the way. It was then that the stranger cleared his throat. Kallik blinked slightly, forcing back a sly grin. How would it look, above all else she had done? It just wouldn't do.

Kallik raised her head, yawning slightly and licking her lips in apparently pleasure. 'Good food,' she thought tersely, showing off her muscles somewhat as she stretched luxuriously, rather like a feline. The tendons and muscles rippled, her back legs quivering from pleasure as she stretched. Milking it just a bit, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure before she stood finally. Kallik smirked a little, shifting onto her rump as if she were completely relaxed. As she moved, her right paw touched the lukewarm body of the dead hare. Kallik swiped her pink tongue over her jowls once again, as if to say, "They were mighty tasty." Yet, she could not speak, at least not well. If she were to speak, she would have said something like: "Was good."

It was not Kallik's fault she had never learned proper speech. Only twice had her brother spoken, and that was to whimper and snivel, complain. God how she hated complaining. With her mother always watching over the runt, Kallik had spent most of her adolescence alone, not speaking, not hunting, not doing anything. Her mother never had time for her. She snorted slightly at her thoughts -memories, to be more accurate- before returning her attention to the stranger male. She had nothing to say to him, nor was she sure what she would say. It was all up to him. He would ask the questions. She would answer, to the best of her ability.

There was one question she could answer the best, but it wasn't by using speech. Her intentions? To run him -she guessed he was the alpha- and his pack out of the lands. With just him current, it should be easy. Once he was dead, there would be no pack. With no pack, she could claim the land as her own. Victory would be sweet...

With a sudden idea, Kallik stood. She stepped lightly towards Vorilye, wondering how much space he liked around him. Inch by inch, she tip-toed closer. She measured his height, rather larger than she was. He was of the same breed, she was sure. That would make him an even tougher opponent. Mackenzie Valley wolves were large, and powerful. They had nasty tempers when provoked, and could handle quite a bit more pain than the average wolf. Even with broad shoulders and dense fur that made them heavy, they were still lithe and agile. Most of their blows came from their paws, as they were strong, and safer than lunging for a bite.

Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent. Rather intoxicating. She grinned slyly at him again, stopping about two feet away. Her body was tensed, and she knew his must be as well. Her kind preferred more space. His fur was mostly black, though he had a strange golden tiny to his muzzle and his paws. She couldn't miss the way he held his body: proud, maybe even slightly haughty. But then again, she held herself the same way. With another burst of inspiration, she lurched forward, closing the space. Slowly, she moved her head forward, brushing his nose and muzzle with her own, in a way nuzzling him, caressing him. Her warm tongue rasped slightly over his cheek, and then she moved away, back to her kill. She had turned her back on him, a sigh that he was not threatening to her. She decided to break the silence.

"I killed."

Kallik's voice was quite low, and very raspy. She was, of course, not used to talking. She avoided it if she could help it. But this was her game, after all.

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Words;; 731
Muse;; Kallik? Amazing. Vaniel? D:
Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye
Mood;; Rebellious, bold, flirtacious.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] Something about this female intrigued Vorilye. It wasn't the way she spoke, the way she carried herself, or even those stunning green eyes. He could not put a paw on it, but she was different from the other wolves that had trespassed here. It was almost as if she did not know to have regards for his possession. She had no respect for his claim over the territory. That alone made him bitter toward her, but it was as if the anger had left him. How could he be angry at someone for trespassing when she seemed like she did not know any better? This was bizarre for the brute; he was used to being able to read others so easily. Yet lately, he had been confounded by all the wolves around him. Maybe he was just losing his touch. It wouldn't be the first time he lost something that he thought was completely in his control... Vorilye's mind snapped back to the present as the femme rubbed against his muzzle. It took every ounce of his self-control not to throw his weight on top of her and take her right then, the lack of her being prepared to mate be damned. He was not interested in pups from her, just personal pleasure. And here she was, teasing his mind and body alike. She would make a nice addition to his collection, if he had any say in the matter. He smirked, watching as the femme turned back to face him before speaking at all. She also seemed to be a soft-spoken one, but something about that made the brute eager to have her speak again. While he tended to shy away from talking himself, he wanted to hear this femme speak. Part of him wondered if she could possibly speak with correct grammar or if the splintered speech was something that she could not help. His golden eyes settled on her, making contact with her equally vibrant eyes. He smiled softly, something he did not do often. Like he had done with Alanna before, he briefly allowed his walls down. His entire demeanor had shifted in an instant, and he was mentally berating himself for allowing it to happen again. The moments were getting closer and closer together. Vorilye was wary that he was going to fall back into his old self. That would end with him getting hurt again; he would not risk it. There was too much at stake for him to fall back into his old routine. All it had ever gotten him was pain and disappointment. He snapped his head from side to side, effectively rebuilding his walls. No longer were his gold eyes softly staring into the femme's. Now, they were probing, suspicious, and slightly peeved. While he was no longer angry with the femme, he was not comfortable with her presence. "This is claimed territory, miss," he informed her, no emotion bleeding through his words. "You can't just hunt wherever you want. That food belongs to my pack. This is my home." He eyeballed her cautiously. If she was struggling with the slightest sentences, how could he be sure that she would understand him? "What is your name?"

[kallik]

Kallik eyed Vorilye curiously, anticipating every possible action he could do. Kill her? If he really tried. Attack? Of course he could, but he would undoubtedly get hurt. Would he do nothing? It was hard to say. She had, after all, hunted and consumed his prey. He could forgive her, perhaps try to escort her off of his terra...but she would never go willingly. What would he do if she attacked instead? Knowing his breed, he would fly off the handle, just as she would. Decisions, decisions... She let out a gentle sigh, a puff of air that escaped past her lips, moving whatever particles of dust and other contaminates that lived in the air aside. The scent of the dead hare would move slightly to Vorilye...She rolled her eyes. Why even think about what her sigh did to the air? Stupid air.

She barked out a laugh, a husky yet appealing noise. How stupid she was being. Not just about the air, oh no. About hunting on pack lands, about killing and eating. About attempted provocation. About flirting with the alpha, about touching him. She was asking for it, and she definitely knew it. Yet, the alpha was changing with her, meeting her in the middle. Maybe it was automatic. Maybe he wasn't angry with her. It didn't seem like it. His stance seemed casual enough, even held with authority. He questioned her them, his tone quiet, not angered. It was easiest to say that his tone was blank.

Kallik laughed once more, the rumble in her chest and throat seeming slightly strange to her, even awkward. But she couldn't help it. She was not laughing to scorn him, not like she'd wanted to just a few minutes ago. She laughed because it seemed as if he didn't even care. "Yes," she responded, a way of letting him know that she knew the land was taken. She nudged the hare, rolling it with her massive paw, batting it like a cat towards Vorilye. "Had hunger." she mused delicately, her expression taking on a thoughtful look. Her deep green gaze seemed to mist over as she thought. "Need to eat when hungry..." Kallik murmured softly, her orbs shifting upwards to meet his.

Kallik smiled sadly, though it was fake, at least to her. She gave him a rather pitiful look then, as if trying to ask him if he would really let a poor fae like her go hungry. "I only get rabbit. Can't hunt." she told him ruefully, bitterly, her expression turning frosted, her eyes becoming frozen emeralds. A look of anger came upon her features now. How sad, her dear old mother couldn't have even taught her only worthy child to hunt. But of course no. All she cared about was her brother...

Then he spoke of home, and her gaze snapped up to him. She snarled softly, growling, "No home for me, where I go? No place!" She gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself down. She had a nasty temper when she was angry. She kept her teeth clenched tightly together, so as not to start shouting. When he asked her name, she tilted her head to the side slightly. 'Name...Mother called me...what?' she thought to herself, scratching behind her ear with a paw as she thought. No one knew her anymore, her mother had been dead for awhile, as well as her brother. But then, she opened her maw and whispered, "Mother said...nothing" Kallik mumbled, not meeting his gaze. How sad to admit that you didn't even have a name to yourself. You were a body, an energy. But there was nothing really in you, nothing to make you...you.

"No name." she grunted, turning her back on him. "Been alone...year, more, I have been." she struggled with her words, trying to speak better, properly. It was hard, her knowledge of sentence structure and grammar was so poor. But she was able to at least get her point across. "Your name, now. Tell me." Kallik added, swiveling her head to the side slightly, so that one green orb could pierce his gaze. Her words were a command.

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Words;; 699
Muse;; Perfection.
Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye
Mood;; Sad, upset, other?

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] From what Vorilye could decipher, the femme had been starving. Great. I seem to attract wolves that lack the basic survival abilities that a wolf should be taught as a pup, he thought bitterly, but his heart strings were still tugged by her words. Her horrible speech led him to believe there was a lot more to the situation than he could possibly understand. Maybe he was not the most sensitive wolf around, but he was certainly not a heartless bastard of a brute. He sat patiently, listening as she stumbled through her words uncertainly. He was a bit surprised when the femme showed off a more fiery side. Vorilye was not expecting the slight temper tantrum that she threw, and he watched with an amused expression on his brow. Maybe it was in poor taste to do so, but he could not help it. The entire situation had a bit of a humorous air to it that he could not control. What really set him off was what the femme told him next. Her mother did not name her? he thought in disgust. How could a wolf be so selfish and dysfunctional to not even name their own pup? "I'm sorry..." the brute breathed, unsure of what else to say. Vorilye was not used to being at a disadvantage when sharing sob stories. Usually, his took the cake. Most wolves had not suffered the pain that he had. Sure, he had been ousted by Arwen at a young age because of his appearance. But at least his parents had raised him, prophecy be damned. He was given the basic care and taught just like his sister had been, regardless of the fact that he would never ascend to the alpha position in the pack. He was cared for and nurtured as a pup. This femme could not be even two years old, and yet she was saying that she had been on her own for more than a year? Her speech may not have been perfect, but she could be understood. Vorilye hated that he felt sorry for this femme. He hated that he felt the urge to help her. But most of all, he hated that she was bringing back the caring emotions that he was trying so hard to repress. And then she asked for his name. Well, she did not specifically ask for his name in so many words, but that was the general consensus in the brute's mind. Vorilye would have thought it would be harder to understand her, but he was not struggling as much as he would have thought. Instead, he was quite comfortable with interpreting her speech that was common of a two to three month old pup. Maybe he would be able to teach her to speak bette- No! What the hell am I thinking?! he thought frantically. Was he actually considering having her stick around? That would be another wolf that would need to learn to hunt. It would be another mouth to feed and another wolf for Wutender to seek after. Only this one was likely more defenseless than the others. She seemed to be in a tougher position than Alanna by far. Meridian would tear the nameless femme apart, and he was not sure how Angel would react. They were all so unpredictable that he could not possibly anticipate how the pack would react to her. "Why would you want my name?" he coaxed her to speak a little more. Maybe it was selfish of him, but Vorilye found the way she got flustered when she tried to speak endearing. It was not that he enjoyed watching her struggle, more that he was impressed with her ability to press forward, even with her disadvantage. Vorilye had not even told his pack members his name. So far, he was nameless to them. He knew each of them by name, yet none of them could refer to him by name. He was simply their alpha, and they were his followers. He provided leadership and safety to them, and they provided companionship and support to him. There was no express need for names in this world; yet it would be nice to have someone to confide in. This femme was soft-spoken as well. True, it was for a different reason, but he could not discredit that she was in a similar situation as him. They were both at a disadvantage in this world, though her difficulties were much more pronounced than his. "How about we start with something to call you?" The idea had popped into the brute's head. Where it had come from, he was not sure. But suddenly, Vorilye wanted to give this female something that she could have to herself. He wanted her to feel as if she belonged here, though he could not figure out why. She would be another weakness to the pack, and yet he found himself not caring. Maybe it was because he wanted a challenge. Not only was she a beautiful femme, but she had nothing to support her. She came without any outside ties, and that was a benefit in the brute's eyes. He could shape her into the ideal member of his pack. Unlike Alanna, she would not talk back. He could help her learn, and while doing so, help shape her thinking. That would be the ultimate benefit in his position. At least, that was what he would try to convince himself that he was doing.

[kallik]

Kallik found herself unable to feel her first wants. She had no ambition to take his land from him now. She had no urge to fight. She only felt the need to be comforted. She swallowed and made a slight hiccuping sound as if she were about to cry. Maybe she was. But even if she wanted to, she wouldn't. She did not cry, she never let herself break down to that point. She gritted her teeth and exhaled sharply, angered, once more, as she noticed his amused expression. What on earth was funny to him? Nothing was funny in her life. But as suddenly as the humor came upon his handsome face, it vanished, to be replaced with something like disgust and anger combined. She wondered what made him feel that way, express those emotions.

"Sorry...?" she mused softly, taking a step forward, hardly noticing that she was edging closer. She'd never heard the word before. What did it mean? "I...do not...understand?" She spoke very slowly, very carefully, trying to speak just as he did. She felt the need to be like him, to relate some way, somehow. But, what did it even matter? He was a brute, and she couldn't trust any of them! What was he to her, anyways? A stranger, one who would rather have her go hungry, than spare a few rabbits. It's not like they could feed more than one wolf, anyways! But...still. Maybe he was...different? Kallik frowned, thinking hard. She could speak correctly, if she really tried. "What is...sorry?"

Kallik exhaled, letting herself fall onto her belly about two feet away from him. She nosed the now long-dead hare closer to the black-pelted brute. It smelled of slight decay, but it was still very much edible. "Bad to waste." she mumbled, feeling confused and lost. What was going on with her? Firstly, she went into pack lands, knowing there would be multiple wolves. Secondly, she was having an actual conversation with a male, and thirdly, she was...wanting to be close to him? What the f*** was she, crazy?!

"You not wish to give name." Kallik stately simply, raising her brows and gazing up at him with her large, opaque orbs. There was no going around it, no beating around the bush. She could not be fooled by his apparent wish to get a name for her. But his voice was alluring, and she wanted to drink it in. In order to hear him speak and learn more, she needed to respond to him the best way she could. "You wish to...to call me...some thing?" Kallik asked him, puzzled, her words slightly broken and rough. "No one calls me nothing. I am wanderer. No one...knows me."

Kallik felt as if she were telling this strange brute her entire life story, and she was getting very little in return. "I want name. Your name. I want to know. Tell." she commanded again, standing with her nose in the air, her tail coming up slightly. She knew he was an alpha, but she couldn't help feeling dominant as well. It was in her blood, she would let no one rule or control her. "Please." she added quietly in her level voice, adding in at least some semblance of a request rather than a demand.

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Words;; 577
Muse;; My word count is lowering, a sign that my muse is going down xD Still fairly good though!
Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye
Mood;; Dependent, wants to be comforted, wants to know everything will be alright.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] The femme struggled to speak again, and Vorilye found himself more intrigued than before. Something about her made him want to help, and it was a different feeling. It wasn't exactly pity; he did not pity her because of her life, but he wanted to make it easier for her. He was doing a crappy job so far, but for some reason, he found himself wanting to try. This better not become a habit. Descai is going to turn into a charity case, he thought, his grumbling luckily kept to himself instead of being verbalized and confusing the female even further. Apparently, his actions were quite contradictory to what was going through his head. He needed to figure this stuff out; maybe then he could stop sending mixed signals. What Vorilye was completely lost on was how to explain "sorry." It wasn't a concept that he was familiar with explaining. He just said the word, and everyone understood what it meant. How could he break it down any more than that? "Sorry is what happens when you feel sad," he explained slowly, mimicking a sullen look in his eyes. "Sorry happens when things don't go the right way." He felt like he was speaking to a pup, yet this was nearly a full-grown wolf. "Miss, no one here knows my name," he explained to the femme. He was about to give her a name and just call her by it until she associated with herself. "It is all I have left of myself." Surely she could understand that. But he could not be certain; heck, he did not even know if she planned to stick around after they talked. Vorilye should have been startled by the fact that he was having a casual conversation with this female. Not only was he distrustful of femmes, but this was the most he had spoken in a long time. He was not aware of the situation, though. He did not connect the dots and realize what he was doing; that would eventually be his downfall with this femme. If he could not keep to himself, he was more likely to become attached. He would need to reign in his desire to help in order to regain control. As the femme offered him the remains of the rabbit, he shook his head gently. "Eat," he demanded to her. He was sufficiently nourished at this point. While the femme was not skin and bones, she certainly could use the extra food. The thing that had bothered him most when he had approached her was no longer a complication. He was not sure why, but she was making an impression on him that the rest of the wolves in Acerbus had not managed. She seemed so innocent, yet a fighter at the same time. It intrigued the alpha, and it made him eager to see what she could potentially become. "You are tough, strong. Pretty, too," he murmured to her, a smile gracing his maw once more. "I will call you Kallik." It was a simple name, but it seemed to suit her. Vorilye figured that if he was going to give her a name, if only for the mean time, she had the right to know his. "I will tell you my name, but you have to promise not to call me by it around anyone else, okay?" he asked softly. It was as if a completely different side of the brute had arisen. He was back to his tender, caring side once more. "I am Vorilye." ((OOC: Le gasp!))

[kallik]

Kallik listened in silence as he explained the meaning of 'sorry.' She nodded slowly, able to comprehend quite easily what he meant. She couldn't help but giggle as the emotion filled his eyes as well. "Not much right for me." she grunted quietly, shifting back to her haunches and sighing as she raised her muzzle to the heavens. "I
feel...sorry...for her." she mused softly to herself, her expression hardening slightly as she spoke of her mother. "For Mama. Sons...deserved death." She sighed, lowering her gaze, her head following suit. "I killed." she told Vorilye again. Whether or not he understood what she meant, that was another story. It was possible, to him at least, that she was speaking of the cold hare at their paws. But to Kallik, it was admitting the murder of her brother.

Kallik glanced upwards then, her deep gaze meeting his golden one. "Have bad things, your life, I see..." she murmured, her voice still soft. She could see past his outside demeanor, could see more than what his eyes showed her. She could see that he'd had a bad past as well. "I am...sorry. We have..." Kallik started slowly, trying to find the right word. She wanted to sound smart in front of him. "...Similarities." she finally breathed, a sad smile tugging at her lips. It was then that she truly realized how far down her guard was. But then again, his was as well, she knew. The way he spoke gave away how strange this all was for him.

As soon as Vorile spoke next, Kallik let out another sigh. So, she could not know his name, then. Evasive, he was. "Not trust me." Yes, she could ascertain that much. But even as she thought it, a barking laugh issued from deep in her chest, a raw, yet amused sound. "Wise you are." She told him with a slight nod. But then her laughter died down, and most of the light left her eyes. "I will not harm you."" That much was true; Kallik had no wish to harm the Mackenzie Valley brute now. They were the same, in certain ways. How could you harm something so mangled as yourself? Then, her thoughts were interrupted by Vorilye's voice; she had been offered the rabbit.

She'd not been expecting this. After all, it was Vorilye's food, not hers. She had stolen, knowingly, willingly. She gaze him an uncomfortable look, but then her stomach growled. Obviously her first meal had not fully satiated her. "My thanks..." she mumbled awkwardly before she started to rip the rabbit apart with a hungered growl.

As she ate, Vorilye spoke to her once more. She was unable to stop the blush that flushed her cheeks, but she was confused by the behavior of her body, which lessened the pink tinge to her fur. What was happening? He'd called her pretty and strong, but why should that affect her? She suddenly felt even more fondly for this stranger. She blanched when he named her. "Kuh...Kahl...lick?" she asked him, looking up from her half-finished snack. The name was pretty, simple enough for her to say. It brought some unknown emotion to her, and it was so strong that she felt her eyes watering slightly. Only when the salty droplet of water had hit the earth did she realized they were tears. She had not cried in a long time.

"It...is good." Kallik told Vorilye, blinking and smiling gratefully at him. Yet somehow, the name tied her to him in a way that she didn't feel too wrong about. She felt he could be trusted. But what shocked her the most was when he spoke his own name aloud. "Tell no one." she said affirmatively, nodding her head. "Vore...ih...lie." Kallik smiled as the name shaped her lips and tongue. "Handsome..." she added with a grin, stepping forward and gently rasping her tongue over his cheek again. "You are...good Alpha. Services I cannot do," Kallik started slowly, regret in her voice, and even more obvious in her eyes and she stepped back. "But...a home, I want..." She didn't add that the home she wanted was just with him. If she wanted to be close to him, she needed to be with his pack as well. While that would be highly uncomfortable for her, she knew she could do it if she tried very hard. Kallik smiled again, finishing her meal. Swiping her tongue over her jaws, she asked, "May I...join you?"

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Words;; 760
Muse;; Great
Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye
Mood;; Surprised, excited, slightly lustful.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] Once again, Vorilye found himself stunned by the femme before him. In a matter of minutes, she had managed to break through his strongly built walls, and he found himself revealing more and more about himself with each passing moment. This had to stop, before she was given some ammunition against him that he could not refute. She knows my name. She knows there is something strange about me, he thought with strangled terror. He did not like feeling the vulnerability that he felt around this female. In an instant, he reconstructed those walls, shielding himself from the femme that so much resembled him, though he managed to keep his faults buried beneath the surface. Did she just say that she killed her mother and family? His eyes reflected the wariness he felt with that revelation. Maybe Vorilye had just misunderstood her, but he had a sinking feeling that his initial thoughts had been correct. So the femme could not hunt, but she obviously could fight. There was something messed up about her past that brought her to kill her family. Surely he could not hold that against her, could he? So she cannot hunt, but she could be protection for the pack. Protection, and another pretty face, he thought, licking his lips in anticipation. The goading sexual thoughts toward his pack mates had become more prominent as of late, and he was having a much harder time resisting them. He needed to develop a sense of trust before he went about that sort of relationship. It would be suicidal for the alpha to mess around with the femmes of the pack without first leading them to trust him. These were not ordinary loners that he was dealing with. Each of them had a story, and he was learning more and more about those with each passing day. He would just need to wait a while longer; then he could pounce. When Kallik started treating Vorilye the way she was, he could not think straight. Her close proximity was making him want to do things to her that would send her running for the hills. He squeezed his eyes shut, hiding the golden orbs from the world and effectively blocking out as much emotion as possible before it became an issue. He was lusting after this female, but part of him was scared that he would start to feel something else toward her if he gave into his lustful desires. "You may stay. Welcome to Descai, Kallik," he told her cordially, his voice void of the warmth and accommodation that had been there before. He would have to get this under control if he wanted to keep himself separated and on track. This pack was to show off his strength. He could lead, he could command, and damn it, he could do whatever the hell he pleased so long as he kept emotions out of the picture. When one let emotions in, that was when he would start to make mistakes. No more than a handful of minutes had passed when the brute scented yet another wolf on his territory. What is with all of these strangers? he thought in fury. He was about to start chasing them off if they could not keep their paws off claimed territory. Maybe he would make an example of this wolf. He turned to Kallik and spoke to her once again. "You may come with me. The rest of the pack is scattered in the territory, but they are not familiar with you and likely will not accept your presence without my approval. Come along, and we will see who has decided to set foot in my territory," he instructed, his nostrils flaring angrily at the last statement. Kallik was going to see the other side of the alpha; the side of Vorilye that had become normal in the past year. He was no longer the sweet, friendly wolf that he had been once his fury simmered down. He was back in alpha-mode, and that meant no nonsense and following orders. Maybe this would show the female just what sort of a situation she had gotten herself into by agreeing to follow under his orders. ((OOC: He had to snap back somehow lol.))

[kallik]

Kallik waited on tenterhooks as she watched Vorilye close his eyes. If it were possible, she'd be chewing on her bottom lip in anticipation. She was worried that he would not accept her, and even more worried that she would still be driven off. Yet when he spoke suddenly, she stopped breathing, listening to each word carefully. 'Pack Dess...kye.' she thought with a grin, letting the sound of the pack's name roll throughout her brain. So, she was a member of Descai now. Kallik nodded slightly, and, after trying hard to remember a pack custom, -not that she'd ever been taught- she bowed her head in respect, bending her front knees. "Many thanks, Alpha Vorilye...In your favor...I have....home." Kallik spoke the last word with a type of reverence in her voice. It had been so long since she'd been able to stay anywhere. And now she had the best chance of all.

It was then that she, too, caught the scent of another wolf. Breathing deeply, she could tell after a minute's contemplation that the scent was a loner, like - 'No...was loner. No more...' Kallik broke off her own thoughts, and growled firmly to herself that she was part of a pack now. She swelled with pride and stood a little taller. "Must warn you, I am...bad with others." she growled softly to Vorilye as they set off towards the loner. "Fear of others." she admitted with a little sigh. Being alone for so long had definitely caused it.

Yet, she could get over it. True, it would take practice, but it was possible. But Kallik had had enough with dwelling over her fears. Now was the time to conquer them. With that, she fell silent, following Vorilye through the woods, towards the newcomer.

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Words;; 303
Muse;; Fine
Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye
Mood;; Hopeful
Other;; Hope you don't mind the slight pp of them leaving? I wanted to make the ending post short and sweet. Now on to the new thread!