A Little Further, [Joining]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/ShaydeBody.png] The thick fog of the Lleingas Woods allowed for very little moonlight to shine the way for Shayde as she traveled further into enemy territory. The young red wolf trudged silently over the leaf-strewn forest floor, brown eyes scanning the darkness for movement. The scent of other wolves was strong, something she'd expected. She knew the woods were in a pack's territory, she just couldn't recall which pack it was. No matter, she mused, pausing for a moment. She looked around, perking her ears forward. When she was certain she was still alone, she began trudging along again. This pack should be no different from any other. . . She'd been on her own for almost a year now, every day in search of a pack. Those that had been established were not pleased by her attitude and loners like herself. . . Well, she tried to avoid them at all costs. She would never get as close to another wolf as she'd been to Amos. Shayde let out a deep breath, casting her gaze upward through the dead branches of the trees. Amos. . . She shook her head, growling at herself. She'd promised herself to let it go. Amos was dead, she was alive. Nothing else should matter to her. She paused again, this time to simply look around. She never liked the Lleingas Woods. Unlike the Boryz Prairie where she'd spent much of her time, the forest gave off an eerie presence that made Shayde's skin crawl. She felt as if something was always watching her, ready to attack. Of course, should anything make that mistake, she would defend herself, fang and claw. But she was lost. She hadn't the slightest clue as to where to begin the search for the pack that thrived here, and she was far too prideful to call for help. Irritated, she growled at herself. This was why she avoided the trees. They may offer a vast amount of concealment from enemies--enemies she usually sought out anyway--but it was easy for an outsider to get lost. She would have rather been out in the open--unprotected and vulnerable. It made the fight so much more interesting. words: 370 tags: Shayde mood: Uneasy and agitated

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] A soft, rumbling growl sifted through the trees, taunting the femme who had dared to set paw inside the pack's borders. The alpha had been well aware of the wolf as soon as she had breached his lands; he had eyes all throughout these woods, and Vorilye was close to his breaking point. The pack meeting had not gone well, in his opinion, and now yet another wolf had happened across his territory without so much as a howl to alert the brute. His golden eyes flashed dangerously; this situation could get ugly fast. Vorilye hastened through the brush, careful to keep pace with the female as she wandered along. She was right to be skittish here; a wolf had no business wandering into claimed territory, especially his territory. The brute was ruthless in battle and eager to defend his claim over Acerbus. He was no fool when it came to his duties; Vorilye would fight to the death in order to prove a point. This femme, by dishonoring him in such an obvious manner, was, in essence, challenging him. At least, that is how the brute interpreted her disregard for etiquette. Finally, the brute tired with his game. He burst through the brush, his teeth flashing dangerously close to the femme as he turned to face her honorably. "Femme, why do you trespass here?" Vorilye snapped with venom seeping through his voice. Most wolves had sense enough to avoid Acerbus altogether, but those who wandered here often came with a purpose. The scent markers were strong enough for any sane wolf to understand that a pack dwelled here, and so he could not fathom that anyone would be foolish enough to enter the trees unannounced. Why this femme had done exactly that was yet to be discovered. "I have half a mind to end you where you stand," the alpha snarled angrily; this wolf was a disgrace. Why come here? Are you a spy, an assassin? Someone who wishes to take my pack away from me? Why? he pondered, his hackles raised and muscles tensed, prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. What the brute did not understand was that many wolves did not know his ways. They did not understand how protective Vorilye was of his family and possessions, and thus ended up making grave mistakes in dealing with him. Once on his bad side, the alpha was not easy to win over. It was likely that, should this femme make it out alive, or not beaten within an inch of her life, the brute would feel no remorse. He was a ruthless wolf, guided by his mistrust of others and the hurt of his past. Sleeping dogs did not always lie. He made sure of that.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/ShaydeBody.png] It was still eerily silent in the Woods, causing Shayde to grow even more uneasy. The small game that was most likely abundant in the Woods--maybe more during the warmer months--had long since gone into their burrows and dens, leaving nothing to make any noise. So when a soft growl rang through the Woods, it sounded much louder than it really was. The femme paused again, searching the immediate area for the location of the wolf responsible. He was warning her. She'd stepped over a line that she didn't even know about. The fur on the back of her neck stood up, and she answered the growl with one of her own, one far less intimidating. Her nature was begging for a fight, but she knew that she needed council with the alpha. If she wished to join this pack--a decision she still wasn't too keen about--she had to make sure not to anger the one who'd found her. If she did. . . Well, she didn't want to think about that. It would come down to a fight and, by the sound of the warning, this male meant business. All at once, the silence was completely torn apart. A large brute burst through the brush off to her right, causing Shayde to turn. He bared his fangs far into her comfort zone as he approached, standing tall. He easily dwarfed Shayde and definitely out-weighed her. His question of her intentions sounded more like another warning than an actual question. Shayde had half the mind to snarl as an answer, but made a smarter decision; in her eyes anyway. "How rude," she growled. By then, the female realized that the brute wasn't actually being rude. This was his territory. His scent matched the trees. She quickly lowered her tail and pinned her ears back. She'd made a big mistake. Especially when he voiced his threat. He really would end her, probably without even the slightest bit of regret. And his sheer size would prove for a difficult challenge for Shayde. She needed to apologize. Now. Swallowing what little pride she had, the female immediately tucked her tail between her legs and lowered her body to the forest floor. "I've come with a request," she muttered in a smaller voice than before. Her eyes darted to the brush around them, expecting the remainder of the pack to come bursting through, attacking in numbers. As she spoke the next words, she fought to keep the contempt out. "I wish to join a pack. Your pack." She didn't want the alpha to know that she wasn't particular about which pack she joined. She was in need of companions. She didn't care who they were and where they came from. But, just in case that didn't sit well, she would keep that information to herself. words: 486 tags: Shayde, Vorilye mood: Cornered, defensive, submissive

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] The femme's muttering almost sent the brute into a frenzy. It was beyond disrespectful to speak about him that way, especially in his own territory. Luckily, the femme seemed to realize her mistake and adjusted her behavior accordingly. Vorilye let out a satisfied sigh; it never failed to please him to see wolves that would normally be dominant, or at the very least stand up for themselves, shy away like pups. He had that affect over them, and it made him proud to be the strong alpha that he was. Vorilye was sometimes a bit conceited when it came to his power, but not without good reasons. His confidence stemmed from the control he held over these wolves; it was part of the reason Kallik had been run from the territory. He needed everyone to understand that he meant business and would not stop anywhere to prove a point. In the back of his mind, he knew the exile had been harsh; it wasn't as if she had randomly decided to get pregnant. But for goodness sake, they had mated out of season. There was no way those pups could be his; it was inconceivable. Allowing his mind to wander had been dangerous. The alpha was lucky that this femme had not attempted to strike out against him while he had been distracted. Instead, she had taken the opportunity to tuck her tail between her legs and cower from him. A smirk crossed the brute's face; so she wanted into his pack? There were so many things the alpha would like to do with such a nice new piece of ass, but his less than gentlemanly behaviors had been what got him into a mess in the first place. Subduing the instinctual part of his mind, the brute stood, staring down the femme in earnest. "What is your name femme? And what skills do you have to offer my pack?" he inquired gruffly, his golden muzzle pointed down at the smaller wolf. It was simple for him to switch the anger on and off, especially when he managed to direct it toward the memory of Kallik instead of dwelling on the fact that this new wolf had wandered into his woods without so much as a howl to alert him. Kallik was becoming a scapegoat for his anger, thus making it easier on all the others to tolerate their less than pleasant alpha. He would break them all one way or another, but it was going to take some time... ((OOC: He's a bit eccentric.))

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/ShaydeBody.png] For a brief moment after she spoke, the brute remained silent. Curiously, Shayde studied him. He seemed deep in thought, maybe a little too deep for the current situation. She opened her mouth to speak again, but quickly snapped it shut again. It wasn't her business to poke her nose into his thoughts. In fact, it was rude. And seeing as she was already on his bad side--so she believed, anyway--she wanted to stray away from any negative behavior. She remained in her cowered position patiently. And then the brute spoke up gruffly. Shayde flinched. "Shayde, sir," she responded. The second question caught her off-guard a bit, causing her to rise from her lowered position a little. "Skills?" She looked to the side slightly. Did she even have any skills? She thought quickly, trying to come up with a reasonable answer that didn't sound like an exaggeration. She swallowed hard, bringing her gaze back to the big brute. "W-Well, I. . . I may not look it, but I'm quite the fighter. And I'm agile!" She flattened her ears to her head again, lowering herself to the ground again. Her voice had gotten a little too loud. "And. . . Well. . ." She trailed off, frantically trying to think of something, anything else. And then it came to her. With another hard swallow, Shayde lifted a more confident gaze to the alpha. "I may not be worthy for your pack. I have been alone for so long that I've grown to distrust the whole concept." She growled at herself, lowering her gaze as the fur on the back of her neck standing up. "But I want a chance." She brought her gaze back to the brute and added, "If I may be so bold to request such a thing. . ." words: 303 tags: Shayde, Vorilye mood: Cornered, defensive, submissive ooc: He has his reasons XD

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j97/corpes2/vorilyemid.png] This wolf was honest; that was something that Vorilye truly admired, as much as he disliked her approach in joining his pack. Shayde had not hesitated much when she admitted that she may not be worthy of his pack, and he appreciated that she was willing to admit flaws. With a nod of his head, he simply stated, "You'll do." Vorilye was not willing to simply bring her in without laying down some ground rules, though. He left his steely gaze upon her, careful to convey his message both through body language and words. He had found that a firm foundation at the beginning would lead to a tighter order than trying to lay down the law later. "However, there are some things you must understand. I am not to be trifled with; trust me, you do not want to go there. Do not disrespect my pack. When I say this, I mean through actions or rudeness toward your pack mates. One wolf has already learned the consequences of such actions," he stated the last part with a growl. He was still furious about the Kallik situation, and he would not rest until she was tracked down if he had his way. She was a traitor to the pack and did not deserve to still live. Trying to pass off bastard pups as mine in order to gain my affection? That is the lowest form of trickery, he thought. It was particularly foolish of her to try to pull such a maneuver after he had learned the story of Salen. Vorilye would not take kindly to the presence of bastards in his midst. He wanted no part of that, especially after the trickery that was to be remembered for years to come of the last pack in Acerbus. He would not allow Descai to fall apart, and that was exactly what Kallik had tried to do. She had attempted to manipulate him, and he would not take the bait. "All I ask is that you pull your own weight and listen to me, understood? Welcome to Descai, Shayde," he grumbled gruffly, his golden eyes still full of warning. Vorilye snorted. She is just like the rest of them. Not of them are to be trusted.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/ShaydeBody.png] The brute took a moment to think it all over before giving her a short nod and an acceptance. Shayde blinked a few times. Had she just heard that right? She was. . . in? Her ears perked up, and she wagged her tail a few times. "You're serious? I'm in?" She resisted the strange urge to bark happily, and instead smiled. "I really appreciate this!" But then, the brute started laying down the law. Shayde quickly drew her ears back to her head, tail between her leg as she listened to his words. She nodded a few times to show she understood, and flinched when he finished with a growl. This, of course, snagged her attention. But again, she kept her mouth shut. She knew that it wasn't for her to know, and she had a feeling she didn't really want to know anyway. The air around the brute grew even more intimidating, causing Shayde to shrink back. Someone must have really wronged him. . . she thought, taking a few steps back. She felt lucky that her attitude at the beginning of their meeting hadn't created havoc. If the brute had been in such a bad mood to begin with. . . She shuddered, not wanting to think about it anymore. The brute spoke up again, causing Shayde to perk up. She gave a short nod at his question. "Understood, sir." She slowly lifted herself from the ground, watching him warily. 'Welcome to Descai, Shayde.' The words echoed in her mind with an almost haunting melody. Never in her three years had she imagined she'd be in a pack. Then again, she hadn't expected to have lived even this long. She could thank Amos for that. Thinking of him, however, made her growl at herself. When she realized that her alpha had finished speaking all together, Shayde looked over, wagging her tail a few times. "Is there some sort of initiation that I have to go through?" She flattened her ears to her head again, feeling a little foolish. "Or would you rather I just leave you be?" She quickly dipped her head down, practially dragging her nose on the ground, and took a few steps back. She felt a little foolish, asking questions like that. But she didn't know any better! She'd told him that she'd never done this before, so he would understand. . . Wouldn't he? words: 404 tags: Shayde, Vorilye mood: Shocked ooc:

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