While his daughter had not completely rejected him, Vorilye felt as if the world had come crashing down around him. His only surviving daughter did not even want him to know her name. What was wrong with him that she felt so threatened by him? She would allow him this close, yet she would not give him one of the only things he truly wanted. The alpha male wanted his daughter's trust, love, and hopefully some day, a relationship with her. He thought they were on the right track, but obviously he was wrong. The brute had never felt so vulnerable to a wolf since he had left Arwen and his sons. This was almost as painful as watching his family turn against him. In essence, he felt as if they already had.
The young Mackenzie Valley femme appealed to Tike to leave with her. Vorilye growled softly, backing away from his daughter as he locked his golden eyes with hers. Her decision was already made, but he would not allow Tike to be taken away from him. As much as he loved and cherished his daughter, he could not have both of his living children taken away from him. So much had already been taken away, and he was not sure he could survive the loss of yet another of his pups. "Tike is rightfully a member of my pack. You're right... You are a family. We are a family. And as much as I love that you are here right now, I cannot let you take away the only one of my children that is on my side," Vorilye instructed the femme sternly, his eyes conveying everything the young femme needed to know. He would stop at nothing to protect Tike from the outside world. The young brute had watched his brother murdered not months after his sisters were murdered. If his daughter believed that he would willingly watch Tike walk away into the dangerous world, then she had another thing coming.
"You want to know about your mother?" the alpha sighed, his head drooping slightly. "Fine. I'll tell you." As the young femme let out a howl for her mother, he finally snapped, "She isn't going to hear you, little one. She can't hear you from the bottom of the ocean." The harshness of his words were both intentional and unintentional. He felt nothing toward the deceased femme, yet he knew that the words would hurt his daughter. Maybe that was part of what he wanted. Maybe he wanted her to hurt like she had hurt him. Perhaps that would make them even in the grand scheme of things.
"Your mother is gone. She threw herself off a cliff and I could not resuscitate her. She left this world of her own accord," he growled out bitterly, his eyes filled with anger and hatred toward the femme. It had been the coward's way out, and she had left wolves behind that cared about her. While Vorilye did not fall under this category, the two adolescent wolves before him did. What pup would not care for their mother? For the longest time, Kallik was all that they had, and now she had ripped herself away from them. He was beyond furious at the moment. "Now, you can continue to blame me for things that are not my fault, or you can look at me and see that I had nothing to do with this. I saw that judgment in your eyes. I know what you must think of me, but know this. I tried to save you all. I was not the one who killed your sisters. I had nothing to do with that. I did not kill your brother. And I did not kill your mother. But if you want to live the rest of your life placing blame on me for things that I obviously had no control over, then you're more like your mother than you could ever know," he spat in anger, unable to even look at his daughter any longer. "I'm done here. Do what you want. Stay, leave, come, or go. I don't even care anymore," the brute deadpanned, the coldness seeping back into his voice that his daughter had quickly melted away.
"You're going to do whatever you want, anyways."
Count | 729 words Muse | Great. Tags | Kyra, Tike Notes | Angry alpha male is angry.
Vulnerability was not one of Kyra’s most prominent traits, despite being both half-blind and the runt of her litter. She kept up a strong front, talking big and walking proud, as if nothing in the world could ever harm her. That pride of hers had been knocked down a few notches at the death of her sisters, given that in an alternate reality it was she who was being mauled by that cougar. She knew there were other parameters involved—such as her sisters’ idiotic decision to leave the den or the wrong place, wrong time equation—but in another life, she wouldn’t have been the runt. She wouldn’t have been half-blind. She would have been able to keep up with her siblings in growing and wrestling.
In another life, she and her siblings would have been born under the watchful eyes of their father. None of them would have been killed by the cougar.
But when Tike actually accepted Kyra, when he told her he loved her as well, that tough wall had crumbled to the ground. All her life she had believed her siblings scorned her, turned their noses up in superiority. But the truth of the matter was that none of them were truly superior to the others. Yes, Kyra was partially blind, and Tike was far larger than she was. But given that she had a visual handicap, her other senses had grown slightly stronger. She was fairly certain she could scent a rabbit at a greater distance than her siblings. She was also smaller, more agile, than her siblings. That could save her life one day.
All in all, they were the same. They had both gone through tremendous losses, each with a single instance more than the other, and yet they still stood tall. Tike apologized for his trick, and Kyra turned to him, wagging her tail gently. “Don’t apologize, Tike,” she murmured, licking the bottom of his chin. It was both in slight submission and due to the fact that she couldn’t reach much higher than that without straining. “We both made some mistakes. Let’s just start over and pretend it didn’t happen at all.” Just as he was at fault for pretending to be Taq, she was at fault for believing he was Taq. The two of them had always been so different, and yet she couldn’t tell them apart? It was shameful, and just as wrong as what Tike had done.
It was around then that the air began to grow thick with tension. It was silent, but very tense. Offering to return with Tike to the dens had been a feeble attempt to break that tension, but it was clearly not working. The source of the tension: Vorilye. As he grew defensive and angry, Kyra unconsciously began to back away from him. He was terrifying. And for some reason, he believed she was trying to take Tike away from him. “W-Wait, Father! I-I’m not...” She couldn’t say anything else. It felt as if the tension was suffocating her. All the more reason to get Mother in their midst.
Just as Kyra went to speak again—in attempts to convince her father she wasn’t doing anything he believed she was—he began speaking of Mother. The harshness in his tone was deliberate. Had he done something to Mother? Instead of growling and blaming him as she had her entire life, Kyra was numb. Mother was...dead? The runt heard her father speak, but none of it seemed to register. Mother killed herself... Why would she have done such a thing? Was it because Kyra hadn’t been in Acerbus when she arrived? Was there another reason the runt did not know?
A light whimper escaped Kyra’s maw as she slumped to the ground. Mother was dead. It was her fault. Mother couldn’t handle her little girl being alone in the world. It had been her fault. The runt looked up at her father, hoping he would do something about her helplessness. But it was clear that he was no longer the soft brute he had been moments ago. He was the alpha brute from Mother’s stories, the strong, aloof male Mother had fallen for. The brute that seemed to have no emotions. And he obviously didn’t care for the mess at Tike’s feet.
“I-I’m sorry, Father,” she whispered, tears leaking from her eyes once again. Who was this pathetic mess of a runt, lying on the ground sobbing like a child? Kyra didn’t know this wolf. “It’s my fault... All my fault... I caused Mother so much pain... How could I do that?” She looked up into her father’s eyes only to find he wasn’t looking at her any longer. “And now I’ve done it again... I’ve hurt you, Father...” There was a hint of doubt in her voice, as if she believed he couldn’t be hurt by something so trivial. Kyra’s eyes then trailed up to Tike’s. “You’ll be next, Tike... I’m going to hurt you, too.”
Without any warning, the pup was on her feet, shuffling away from the only family she had. Her legs were shaking, straining to hold her weight. She was exhausted from traveling, and the recent news only made her heart weak. But she couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t cause her family any more pain. “It would be better if I just left... It would be better if I never existed in the first place...” Her eyes met Tike’s once again, a dull glow in them. She managed to force a smile, though it looked ghostly on her face. “Stay here with Father, Tike. He needs you... And no matter what happens to me, know that I will always love you...” She turned around, ready to bolt into the daunting woods, but paused long enough to turn back. “I’ll return someday... When I learn how to exist without hurting anyone...”
And then she was gone.
words:: One-Thousand and Twenty-One muse:: Really good tags::Tike, and Vorilye mood:: Broken </3 ooc:: She's going to have a total personality makeover in the Oriens XD
Tike was relieved that they would be able to start over and pretend like nothing happened. That was one thing about his sister that he always appreciated, she was able to let things go. He even wagged his tail slowly and softly with a smile on his face that was not used to being there so it probably looked really goofy or creepy.
As soon as Kyra had asked to go back to the dens with him, the cuddly family reunion was over. Vorilye completely switched from being a loving father to an angry alpha male in about a quarter of a second. Vorilye even backed up from Kyra and he growled at her. Tike was at a loss of what to do. Should he try and protect his sister from their father? No. Kyra hated being protected like that. It would only make her upset with him again. Tike just stood there, watching helplessly as his father spat out his angry words. He went on about how he was a member of this pack and that he belonged here but didn't he understand that Kyra wanted to stay here too? She had offered to go to the dens and possibly meet the other members! Did that part of the conversation just skip his ears? Was Tike the only one that heard it? As Kyra tried to defend herself, it didn't seem as though Vorilye had given it any thought. He just went right on...about Kallik.
She had done what!? Tike was appalled and shocked and this was apparent on his face. How could his mother throw herself off of a cliff? Tike could understand how her life was sucky but so was Tike's and Kyra's and they didn't throw themselves off of mountains. But..what..how..why.. Tike spoke softly to himself as he looked down at his feet and his sister who had succumbed to being a lump of helpless puppy on the ground. He couldn't wrap his mind around why she would purposefully take herself out of the world. She had taken herself away from her family on purpose. Had she had no respect for her daughters and son that had been murdered? They were taken from the world by force..she had gone out freely and on her own accord. He was half-sad that his mother whom he had grown to love and then hate was now gone and half-ashamed to be her son. Suicide was the least noble of all deaths.
Kyra then went on about how she hurts everyone and that their mother's suicide was all her fault. Everything was always about Kyra. No. This was not the time to get upset with her again. They had just gotten right with each other again. As his sister went on to tell him that she was going to hurt him next he spoke up. This isn't your faul- Tike couldn't finish his sentence before she continued. She said that it would have been better if she had not existed in the first place. That isn't true. Everyone lov- Tike was cut off again. Having given up trying to talk some sense in his sister, he merely nodded when she said that he needed to stay here. This was really his home. He was only sad that most of his family could not enjoy it with him. Then, she was gone.
Tike then turned to Vorilye, there was deep pain in his emerald eyes. His father had just driven away Tike's only living sister. His blind, runt of a sister that would probably get eaten alive. She wanted to stay here with us. That was all he could say to his father before he too, turned and started for the dens again.
Vorilye had gone into such a rage at his daughter's words that any indication that she planned to remain in Acerbus had gone completely over his head. When Tike turned to explain things to him and he started to cool off some, his daughter had already gone. The shooting pain that he had felt before only intensified, and it was at this point that Vorilye threw up his walls once more. He could not handle this right now. There was pack business that needed to be attended to. He could handle this later. The alpha brute completely shut himself off to all the emotions that were swirling around in his mind. He would fix this later.
The alpha male watched as his son departed toward the dens, and that sinking feeling returned, albeit briefly. This was not what he wanted to happen. Vorilye had wholeheartedly believed that his daughter was trying to take Tike away from him. She had said the two of them should go, right? The alpha sighed, unable to reconcile what had just happened with the thoughts in his head. He had grossly misjudged that situation, and all that had happened was he destroyed his daughter's self-confidence. But yet, she had done a number on him as well.
Why would she not want him to know her name? Vorilye had a right to know what to call his children. He could not go around calling her "hey you" for her entire life. He had simply wanted to know what to call her, and she had turned around and refused him the only thing he ever asked of her. Vorilye had been shattered by her denial, although he let that sadness manifest itself in anger instead. It had affected his logical thinking, and thus sent his daughter darting away rather than joining them back at the dens. All he did was ruin things. He wanted to know his daughter by name. But it looked as if that was not going to be a problem any longer. His daughter was gone, Kallik, Taqqiq, Karima, and Tibiki were all dead, and Tike was angry with him. How could he possibly mess up the situation any more? Everything was already ruined, so there was nowhere else for him to go but up.
Oh wait, there was plenty more that he could do to screw things up. Vorilye only needed a little longer, and he was sure he could ruin someone else's life. Man, I really ruined this, he thought dejectedly, padding off after his son as Tike retreated toward the dens. He was careful to give the young brute plenty of space; he was sure he would not be too happy at the moment. Maybe the pack meeting would take things off of his mind. He could submerse himself into his other family, and it would take all of the pain and frustration away.
Count | 487 words Muse | Awful. Tags | Kyra, Tike Notes | I just needed to get him out of this thread.
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2012 15:38:39 GMT -5 by Uruviel
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
