One small step...( Joining)

[accalia]

As Accalia crosses the border from no-mans land into the territory of the Descai, she stops dead in her tracks. The young female remembers her past experience with joining packs. She stood as her eyes became blank and distant as she remembered the pack that gave her a limp and enough emotional scars to give one to every wolf that currently lived on this island and still have more than enough for herself. She shuttered and she became aware of her surroundings again. She could not afford another experience like that. I can still turn back she told herself. As soon as that thought entered her mind, she wanted to slap herself senseless. No, I can't just turn back. Not after traveling all this way, not after everything I've been through she argued with herself. From an outsider point of view, looking at her would have been quite hilarious. Watching as she moved her head from side to side as she argued each point. Looking at her facial expressions change from scared to determined to frightened to angry. She began getting frustrated with herself for being so ridiculous. Then it hit her, like a wet fish slapped across the face, she realized that she was feeling emotion that made her feel bad. She put all of these feelings in a little box that was slowly getting bigger with every passing day that was located in her heart and she pointed her emerald eyes straight forward and began walking. I am going to do this. She reassured herself with that statement several times as she filled her nose with the scent of the pack. It was a rich and healthy scent that filled her nose. She continued walking, questioning again if this was the right thing to do. Am I doing this right? what's going to happen if I'm not accepted? Should i have called from outside the border line? All of these things that were running through her head would make any wolf mad. She shook her head trying to get rid of these thoughts but, they remained. Bouncing around in her head, these thoughts were making her tense. She sat. The young female filled her lungs and then squeezed them empty. These thoughts were put in her box and she continued with her journey.

The almost white female came to a clearing surrounded by trees with lush green grass and a single rock that was large enough for two wolves to stand on comfortably. She didn't know why but this place seemed alright. There was a light fog that graced the ground. It surrounded all the trees and caressed every blade of grass. To many it would seem creepy but to her, it was beautiful. She trotted over to the rock. Her gait was odd and awkward to watch this was due to her ever present and ever annoying limp. It didn't slow her down one bit anymore. After hunting alone with it for so long, she adapted to it and hunting was no more difficult than any other wolf with the exception that she was slower because of it and her balance can be off. This limp was slight to the eye and she was an expert at hiding it but, her gait was not so easily hidden. She tried to make it less obvious by stretching ever so often. This did not always work but today was a good day and her gait was smoother. She hoped that whoever this alpha was, would see past it.

She decided that this rock would be where she would announce her presence. That is if the pack didn't already know she was here. This would be the place that would hold the event that could forever change her life. She had dreamed of being apart of a community, a pack. She didn't know if it would make her happy or heal her wounds but, she did know that she was miserable alone. The female threw her head back and let out a note that was so clear, so flowing and full of longing that her song could have been compared to a crystal clear river, flowing through a rainforest. She sat and waited. The young wolf searched her surroundings, searching for a exit if things should take a turn for the worse. Once she had found one, her body relaxed ever so slightly and waited.

((OOC))
muse: not too bad for my first post
mood: nervous and full of anticipation but trying to calm down.
words: approx. 798
other: the green words are her thoughts and I'll have to pick another color for her words.

[Vorilye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] The cry of the new wolf had been a wake up call to Vorilye. He had almost allowed himself to be drawn back into his old life. Indeed, he had let his guard down, and it had gotten him nowhere except a slight emotional attachment to the newest member of his pack. That was not going to do anything for him; he was furious at himself to allowing it to happen in the first place. No nonsense, no insubordination. And I sure as hell won't let that happen again, he mentally lecture himself, stalking between trees toward the howl that had not been far from where he stood before. Vorilye needed to point out to this new wolf that it was wiser to howl before entering the heart of his territory. Such behavior would wind up with a severely injured wolf in the future. He was being kind for now, but soon, the more aggressive, territorial side of the brute would arise. The mostly white female did not blend in well with her surroundings. She stood out from what was left of green after the leaves had dropped, and the brown of tree trunks. She was a stark contrast with the grey rocks; regardless, there was no hiding her location. The gold and black brute snorted, his body naturally carried with a sense of arrogance and dominance. He kept one ear turned behind him, searching for signs that Kallik had followed, and one turned forward to assure that this wolf would not attempt any funny business. Any wolf that dared to go against Vorilye had a death wish. He was beastly compared to nearly any other on the continent, and he used that to his advantage. In his eyes, size commanded respect. Vorilye wanted to be respected by those who followed him. It was the reason he expected to be referred to by his pack members as "sir" or "alpha" instead of by name. Kallik had been the first to learn his name, and he was regretting that decision since the word had slid so dangerously from his lips. He was a fool for allowing her into his mind, and he would have to hold off the consequences as much as possible. Approaching the femme, Vorilye towered ominously before her. He eyeballed her, giving her a visual once over before sighing lightly. She was not nearly as vibrant as he had found Kallik and Alanna, but then again, not every wolf was going to do it for him. He cocked his head to one side before speaking to her. "What is your name, femme?" he snapped to her, not bothering to treat the situation with delicacy in the least. He wanted her to know that he commanded this situation and that anything she did, it was because he allowed her to do it. Soon enough, Kallik should appear, and then it would be two versus one should the need to use force arise. He was getting tired of the constant stream of wolves here. He had more than enough females to satisfy his needs, and Wutender would handle any herbal needs that should arise. He would have his plate full between commanding the wolves of Descai and watching over the mexican brute. He was still cautious about his presence in Acerbus, but he would allow him to remain solely to keep a close eye on him. This would have to wrap up quickly, because he was not happy to have left Alanna, Wutender, Angel or Meridian in the first place. That was his family, and he was now wandering with Kallik, greeting wolves constantly instead of addressing and directing them the way he should. He would need to gather them all together here soon. Vorilye made a mental note that, once this femme was dealt with, he needed to call the pack to the dens. That way he could sort out what exactly Meridian and Angel were capable of doing. For now, Alanna was practically out of commission. She would need to learn to hunt, along with Kallik, and that was likely going to be their next task. While Meridian and Angel would be sent to scout out the territory, he would gather up Wutender, Kallik and Alanna and hunt. Hopefully, they would be able to catch something sufficient enough to feed the pack. If not, he would risk losing two of his members to starvation. He was confident that between himself and one other wolf, they would at least be able to scrounge up some smaller prey. But what they really needed was something large, such as a young elk. The brute's golden stare had not left the strange femme since he had arrived. He watched her, waiting not so patiently for her response. It was quite evident from his body language that not only was he the dominant one here, but that he had other things that needed to be handled. His impatiences was communicated in his piercing stare, commanding that the femme answer him quickly and carefully. He needed to get along with his business, and she was holding him up. ((OOC: When you're doing thoughts, please italicize them, not use color. It's cool if you color your speech, but you'll need to bold that as well. Please and thank you! =D))

[accalia]

From her seat on the rock she spotted a black male with a gold color around his feat and nose. He looked to about 2 years her elder. She tilted her head at him in interest. She stepped down from her perch but didn't move any closer. He wasn't the most attractive wolf she had ever seen. But that was okay with her, she wasn't looking for a mate or even love. She had not been shown love or felt love in over a year and wouldn't be able to recognize it even if she had felt it. By his body language she knew that this male meant business. He looked arrogant and dominant. This must be the alpha, no other wolf would dare carrying themselves like that. It was at this time that the big male chose to speak. He was sharp and harsh. This wolf was frightening, she was not expecting a hug from whomever showed up but she was hoping for a little more respect. She disregarded this because it was typical for an alpha to respond to a wolf who had done what she had done. She was thankful that he had let her live this long. Even after realizing this, he still made her feel uneasy and she began questioning her decision to come here. The female did not want to show this wolf any disrespect. My name is Accalia, I apologize for my rude entrance. It has been a while since I've been in any contact with other wolves. I can see that your in a hurry so I'll cut to the chase. I have spent the last year perfecting my hunting skills and I catch almost everything that I hunt. I've created...different methods of hunting through that time. She didn't want to babble on about nonsense she knew he had no interest in so she kept in short and to the point. Her eyes quickly shifted to her designated escape realizing that she may need it and then her attention turned back to the black male. She decided not to say anything else.

She saw something in this wolf that sort of reminded her of herself. He looked cold and emotionless. Her eyes lay with no emotion as she was waiting for his response. She refused to take any sort of a response personally because she knew that would do to her though, if this male decided to chase her or react violently she would be in deep trouble. He was much bigger than her and could overpower her quickly. He could just as easily end her life.

His stare was making her more and more uncomfortable. She wished he would stop but, she saw no sign of that coming. So she sat silently and patiently for him to respond. During this wait she has sensed that this male didn't particularly like her. She knew that she was not the most attractive wolf, that is not what bothered her. What bothered her was that it could mean big trouble for her if the big male rejected her. If I am not welcome here I would like to be on my way and not waste anymore of your time. She was trying to make her exit as smooth as possible if she should need it.

She was half expecting some other wolves from his pack to show up. Her mind was starting to wander to who they might be. would they be the same as this bastard? would they be robots? would they be outcasts and weirdos just like me?

Her attention once again returned to the male who was beginning to irritate her with his staring. She wanted to ask him if he was going to speak at all or just continue to stare at her but, she decided against it being that the odds of making it in this pack was already slim enough.

[kallik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://i324.photobucket.com/albums/k340/Araceli_BlackFang/Posting%20Tables/KallikPTMDL2.png] Kallik stalked slowly through the trees, her ears backed against her skull and her pupils dilated. She was nervous and slightly frightened about coming across a new wolf so soon, and a stranger one at that. A strange wolf could attempt to hurt her, but one of her...she forced herself to think the name...pack mates wouldn't attack even if they wanted to, because of Vorilye. Besides, when she'd met him, she had connected with him so easily, it was like breathing. Another wolf would be different. She doubted anyone could be so much like her. She caught the scent of the stranger stronger now. It was definitely a female, and definitely a loner. As she came into few, she made out that she was yet another Mackenzie Valley. It seemed that Kallik would meet many of her own breed here. Great, just great. If she got into a fight she would have hardly an advantage. Kallik stopped just behind Vorilye, her fur raised along her back. A low growl erupted from her throat, hiding the uneasy whine that slipped through her muzzle so only Vorilye could hear it. She stared at the femme, her muscles quivering with an automatic urge to fight; Her kind would never flee. When Vorilye asked the femme's name, Kallik fell quiet, pacing behind her Alpha and panting quietly. It was hard to control her anxiety, being his close to a stranger wolf. As the female named Accalia spoke of her hunting prowess, Kallik let out a near-silent bark of laughter mixed with a snarl. What good was being a hunter in a pack? All you did was feed the others. Being a fighter would be better...You got to protect your friends and family. But for Kallik, the only thing of importance was her sudden bond to Vorilye, and herself. Kallik growled again; the sound of Accalia's voice was driving her nuts! She didn't seem to stop talking. Yet she stayed silent; Vorilye's new personality was one she wasn't too fond of. It scared her slightly, and made her feel as if she'd get in trouble for speaking aloud. She glanced nervously at Vorilye before she sat, poised on her haunches next to him. She could still feel her bulky frame shaking with the impulse to kill. Words;; 386 Muse;; D: BAD! Sorry t'is so short. Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye Mood;; Hopeful

[Vorilye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] As the femme spoke, Vorilye scoffed gently. No wolf is that excellent of a hunter, he thought distastefully. This wolf was so full of herself that it made the brute growl softly. He was a decent hunter himself, but there was not a wolf on this continent that could be that good of a hunter. Bragging was not a way to score points with Vorilye; all it did was make him resent the wolf. The alpha brute had just about had it with these wolves. From this point, I better think hella highly of the wolf for them to join my pack, he thought adamantly. He did not bother to avert his eyes; he could sense the femme's discomfort under his stare, which was confirmed by her words. Might be a good idea, bitch, he thought, the words threatening to spill out of his lips. He had had a rough day dealing with Kallik. While he was happy to have her join the pack, he was frustrated with himself for his behavior around her. As if on cue, the femme appeared behind him. He did not have to turn to see her; Vorilye could feel her presence almost immediately when she came into sight. He did not acknowledge her beyond the slight wag of his tail that showed he was pleased she decided to join him. He needed to handle the situation with this female. It became evident that Kallik, too, had heard Accalia's speech about her hunting. He nodded slightly to his pack mate; Kallik's growls confirmed his personal sentiments about the female. She certainly was not the right fit for his pack. In fact, he was half tempted to run her off of his territory just to make a point. He would be kind this time, but in the future, he would make wolves think twice about how they approached him. Vorilye narrowed his eyes at the femme. "You are not welcome here. Your bragging does not score you points. I want you off my territory," he growled, his hackles raised. "Now,

[/i]" he snapped, as if to seal his opinion of the female. He was not running a princess party around here. If she wanted to flaunt her hunting skills somewhere, it would not be here. He was generally fair, but certain traits drove the brute crazy. She did not seem like a wolf who would be content to take a back seat to him. He was the driving force around here, and he would be sure anyone that set a paw in his territory knew it. None of them would go unnoticed. He was tired of these damn wolves thinking they were entitled.

He would show them.

((OOC: Accalia, you can't know what Vorilye is thinking. That's considered god-modding. A very skilled hunting wolf will only catch its prey 20-25% of the time, if I am correct. That is why he finds her so boastful.))
[/justify][/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[accalia]

Realizing that because of her actions, she screwed this up. The white female left the clearing and the two wolves. She thought that she would feel hurt and angry and upset after all of this but she wasn't. Well, she kind of was but not to the extent that she thought it would. She thought that rejection would hurt a lot worse. Maybe she was just used to being unwanted, maybe her emotions had gotten so hard over time that she just couldn't feel the hurt that she was supposed to feel but if that were the case she would be feeling nothing. She did not feel nothing. She felt a weird sense of relief. While she was making her way out of the Descai territory she let her mind go over what had happened and why she felt the way that she did. She understood that the reason why she was not accepted was the way she had introduced herself, that was not why she wanted to think about what happened. She wanted to know why she felt the way that she did. Was her subconscious telling her that these were not the wolves that she needed to be around? or that pack life was wrong for her? She couldn't come to a definite conclusion.

She was weaving in and out of trees and trying to not slip on any of the fallen leaves. She was moving rather quickly because she knew that if she stayed longer than absolutely necessary to leave this territory that the big male, the female and whoever else was in there pack would come after her. She could not afford an injury.

After a few miles of this jog out of the territory she began to feel angry. There's the emotion that I should be feeling. This anger was mixed with frustration, a combination that was not good. She began running to try to get rid of this anger. It wasn't working. She had kind of adrenaline rush from this emotion that she was all to used to feeling. If she could help it, she decided that she would never come back here again.

[kallik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true]

[atrb=background,http://i324.photobucket.com/albums/k340/Araceli_BlackFang/Posting%20Tables/KallikPTMDL2.png] The multi-hued fae let out a barking laugh. It was a husky sound, low and slightly gravelly. She still wasn't used to the way her laughter felt, deep in her chest and throat. At Vorilye's last words to the female, Kallik grinned, baring her teeth and taking a step forward, snarling at the fae. "Better leave now," she taunted with a slight sneer, raising a paw as if she were going to lunge. Once the femme turned, Kallik smirked and turned back to Vorilye. "Don't need one like her..." she rumbled quietly, taking a few steps forward, starting to walk away. Part of her was feeling strange. "Need...time. I feel strange," Kallik told her alpha quietly. She'd been starting to smell different lately, and she thought maybe it was the rabbit. Hopefully she wasn't going to puke... Surely Vorilye would allow her some time alone? Walking past him, she brushed her tail gently along his flank before she padded off, a silent shadow even though she was large and bulky. Kallik wound through the trees, making sure there was no more scent of Accalia. Yet part of her wanted to fight. She could feel the heat of blood running through her veins, making her warmer. Up ahead she could scent fresh, cool air. And water. Maybe she would go for a dip. She glanced back to where she knew Vorilye was, wondering what he was going to do now. Would he follow her scent later on, check up on her? Or would he leave her be, and wait for her to go back to find him? Kallik wasn't sure, but it didn't really matter much. She was smelling more and more off by the minute, and she needed to cool down. Panting somewhat, she quickened her pace, dead set on water and fresh air. Words;; 311 Muse;; Fine, this was just an exit post. Tagged;; Uru's Vorilye Mood;; None

[Vorilye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] As he had suspected, the offending femme fled the territory as a result of the confrontation. Vorilye had not been interested in keeping the likes of her around; he may have been a little harsh, but that was what it was going to take to keep control of Descai. Beating around the bush would not make this any easier on the pack or the loners. Descai was going to be a strong pack, and he would be the one to ensure that it happened. He had not expected Kallik's response to the femme, however. Weren't femmes supposed to be more cordial with each other than brutes? He cocked his head sideways in confusion, slightly puzzled by the reaction the mackenzie valley female had expressed. He shook his head, clearing those thoughts. It could not be that important, could it? Kallik's confirmation that she was not feeling well was not news to the brute. As Vorilye had argued with the femme, the scent of fertility and arousal had started to emanate from Kallik; it had driven him crazy from the instant it filled his nostrils. Maybe that was part of the reason that he was so bitter toward the femme; he was so distracted by his desires to ravage his newest pack mate that he could not focus long enough to converse with a potential new one. Turning back to Kallik, his eyes were clouded with lust, and her rump brushed against him as she strode away. He nearly turned to pounce right then, his tail lashing to the side with frustration. Golden paws carried him after the green-eyed femme, anxiously awaiting what he was sure he could possession. Vorilye was on a mission, and he would not be easily deterred. Kallik had been caught in his trap, and he had set his sights on her. There was no arguments here; what Vorilye wanted, Vorilye got. His golden eyes followed Kallik's every move as his paws carried him, as if in a dazed state, after her. He enjoyed the chase; it was the best type of foreplay. ((OOC: Woot, equally short post just to get this thread finished.))