By the time Amyntas reached the northern border of Acerbus, he was breathing heavily, his breath forming condensation as it rose into the evening air. Mountains loomed over him, casting him in their ominous shadow. It was as if the forest itself got its eerie disposition from the intimidating mountains, as if to challenge the unmoving land mass. At the moment, the arctic brute felt as if the trees were watching his every movement, and that they would tell the black and gold alpha of his betrayal at any moment. But he hadn’t betrayed the alpha. He was still within the territory limits. And he had every intention of announcing his departure.
He just wanted to make sure he was far enough away that the alpha brute couldn’t chase him down and end him.
Amyn still gasped for air in deep breaths, so he sat on his haunches to rest a moment. How long would it take the alpha brute to realize he was missing? Would Tike tell his father? Or would the pup keep his mouth shut? He’d seemed uncaring about Amyn’s future. In fact, it almost seemed as if the pup wanted him to leave. Why would he alert his father? Perhaps the pup hoped the black and gold alpha would kill Amyn. Then he truly would never see the arctic brute ever again. And the alpha didn’t seem the type to allow his pack members to just leave.
Killing Amyn would probably be the only way to make everyone happy. Amyn wouldn’t have committed suicide, and Tike would never have to see his face again. And the black and gold alpha would get justice for Amyn’s betrayal. Not that he had betrayed the alpha. The thought kept circulating through the arctic brute’s mind, as if to convince him it was the truth. Amyn was seriously doubting it. But would the alpha truly give a damn if he just vanished? Hadn’t he believed that Amyn and Kallik were an item? Wouldn’t it be better if the competition simply disappeared? So why should Amyn even announce his departure? Wouldn’t that be redundant?
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to step over the boundary into another pack’s territory. He didn’t know the alpha brute well, but just leaving like that and seeking refuge with another pack (which he had no plans to do) was what caused tension between packs. And Amyn would be damned if he caused a war over something so foolish. So, once he had finally regained his breath, Amyntas lifted his crown to the sky, summoning the black and gold brute to the border. As the call faded into the darkening sky, Amyn rose to his feet, standing so that he was on the very fringes of the territory. He knew that there was little chance of him outrunning the alpha brute, but he wanted to make his intentions clear before he even said a single word to the brute. It would save so much time, and time was something Amyn seemed to have very little of these days.
words:: Five-Hundred and Twenty-Five muse:: Good tags::Vorilye ooc:: I think Amy's expecting violence XD
Last Edit: Nov 18, 2012 11:24:13 GMT -5 by Deleted
Upon return from Kamari, Vorilye had it set in his mind that it was time to deal with the white male who decided the pack meeting was not to his liking. Sure, the black and gold alpha male had given the brute fair time to mourn the loss of Kallik. But it was to the point that he should not have been avoiding pack responsibilities. The green-eyed monster had been the only reason Vorilye ever allowed Amyntas into the pack. Now, he wanted him out.
But it seemed as if Amyntas had similar ideas to his own. A summoning call from the northern border of Acerbus brought Vorilye to a gentle canter in the direction of his pack mate's call. He would deal with the wolf accordingly; after all, Amyntas had been a helpless pawn in the game Kallik was playing. Or rather, had played. The femme had made a fool of him, kept his pups away from him, and as soon as they returned, she ended her own life. Vorilye could not fathom what would cause a wolf to do that to him or herself. Even with the horrid past that the alpha male kept hidden away, never once had he debated suicide. He was too proud and too useful to think that taking himself away from the world would do anything to help anyone else.
As he approached, Vorilye found the smaller white male teetering on the border between Acerbus and the northern territories. The black and gold alpha could almost tangibly grab the anxiety and anticipation surrounding the brute. But yet, he had not left without summoning him first. For that bit, Vorilye had to give him credit. The brute had always believed Amyntas to be soft. It was part of the reason he believed that he fell prey to Kallik as he had. Once he threw his walls back up, he saw her clearly for what she was; a manipulator. Sure, she had told the truth about the pups, but that had been a fluke. To this day, he still had negative feelings about the femme.
"Wanting to leave, I see," Vorilye greeted the brute in an even, cool tone, unwilling to give away his thoughts to the brute prior to his decision. "I was disappointed to see that you decided to skip out on our pack meeting. Pity, you may have even earned a rank. But your bitch was gone, was she not? Thought that you were too good for our pack, and she was the only thing holding you here. Pity, pity, pity," the male clucked, his taunting only serving to dig the wounds of the brute deeper. He was not the kindest wolf around by any means, and if he had to be suffering, then others needed to suffer as well.
"You know, Kallik won't be wherever you are going," he reminded the male with a smirk, "she will not be anywhere anymore. You may leave if you so desire, and I will not follow. But do not believe you will find mercy if you end up in the way of the Descai Pack. Your safest place on this continent is in my ranks. And if I want you back or dead, I will find you." The threat echoed back into the depths of the forest as the brute's golden eyes flashed dangerously. The threat was not just for the brute, but also for him to spread to anywhere else he may go. He wanted all the packs of Anikira to know the dangers that laid in the forests of Acerbus and the prairie of Kamari. He wanted tales of Descai woven into the stories pups were told at night. He wanted fear to strike in the hearts of the wolves, so that they may bow to their superiors when the time may come.
"So go. But be warned. Descai will haunt your very existence until the day that you die."
Count | 662 words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Amyntas Notes | I'm sorry that I took forever to post in this thread. I hardcore suck. But here you go XD
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2012 11:37:51 GMT -5 by Vorilye
Vorilye || Mackenzie Valley Brute || Eight Years Old
Waiting was something Amyntas was usually quite good at. He could spend days in a single position, only moving to relieve himself. Before he’d lost Naomi and Zephyr, he had always been the sentinel, keeping watch over his companions as they slept. Amyn rarely grew bored with his surroundings, finding some way to entertain his mind to pass the time. And given that he was a rather large predator himself, most predators tended to steer clear of him the moment they caught his scent. The bear had been...a fluke. Amyn had been cocky.
But waiting this time was practically killing him. It was as if he was standing over Kallik’s dying body once more, just listening for the last draw of breath. The brute gave a pathetic whine, debating whether or not to issue a second call. He could only hope the alpha brute had heard his call, and he doubted the brute would appreciate impatience. It would benefit them both, however, Amyn’s decision to leave. What good would he be to a pack? He seemed to have an effect on others that was fatal. He’d killed Naomi’s pups, and Naomi herself. And then Kallik threw herself from the cliff. Who would be next? Tike, the alpha’s pup? Or perhaps the alpha himself? Amyn refused to have any more blood on his paws if he could help it.
The alpha brute finally appeared, and Amyn immediately rose to his feet, dipping his head in respect. Just because his intentions to leave were clear did not mean he would shirk on his duties as a subordinate. He held no ill feelings towards his alpha, though he would only refer to him as such for a few more moments. The brute spoke in a near emotionless tone, perhaps angered by Amyn’s actions. The arctic brute dipped his head further. “Yes, Alpha, that is my intent. I...” His golden eyes shifted to the side, glancing at the invisible border. “I will be of no further use to you, I’m afraid...”
The next words made Amyn flinch. Yes, he had skipped the meeting. And he knew it would come around to bite him in the ankles. But a rank? Seriously? What use could Amyn have been to this pack? The brute had his beta, had several who could lead a hunt or grow to become true warriors. Amyn could not be a warrior, with his tendencies to slip into a psychotic frenzy, and he saw himself above being a simple hunter. Amyn found himself growling as the alpha brute spoke of Kallik, believing Amyn thought himself above the pack. “That is not the case, Alpha. I do not feel better than any who walk this continent.” There were times where he felt he was superior in certain categories; emotion, for example, when compared to the alpha brute; whereas he lacked in other categories when compared to others.
At that moment, however, the only thing he felt was helplessness. He had to leave, had to get away before he could hurt another innocent life. Amyn didn’t care that the alpha brute was clearly further opening the wounds he had just received from Kallik’s death. It was he who was at fault in this position. He had gone about this all wrong, he realized far too late. He should have gone to the silly meeting, and spoken to the alpha brute afterwards. Yes, that would have been better. This made him seem a coward, which he supposed he was. Running away from the pain...It was all he knew how to do.
And then, the alpha brute brought Kallik up once again, his tone almost mocking. Amyn’s eyes flashed with anger, his growl rising in intimidation. “You don’t think I’m aware of this?” he snapped, glaring at the alpha brute. He had no desire to launch an attack, given that the brute could easily call for reinforcements and have his life ended in the blink of an eye, but he refused to be spoken to in such a manner. While he was still a little frightened by the larger, black and gold brute, Amyn rose slightly, holding his head in its rightful place on his shoulders. He was leaving anyhow, right? What point was there submitting to the very end. “I will not get in your way, that I promise, but I will also not return. I should not have come in the first place. Death follows me like a shadow, and I feel as if your pack has seen enough of that as it is.” Kallik. The alpha’s son. His daughters. Though he had not been around for the death of the latter, Amyn still felt as if his existence was cause enough. For all he knew, he had been in the area as they met their doom.
It seemed as if the alpha brute was finished speaking, once the permission to leave had been granted. With another respectful dip of his head, Amyn turned to leave. But just before he stepped over that invisible line, the alpha brute spoke again. His words brought Amyn to a standstill. What was that supposed to mean? Hesitantly, Amyn turned his big head to face the alpha brute once again. He had said he would not follow should Amyn decide to leave. Was he bluffing? Would Amyn need to look over his shoulder every step of the way? Would the alpha brute comb the continent until the arctic brute’s corpse was rotting in a hole somewhere? So many questions, and absolutely no answers to any of them.
And all Amyn could do was stare dumbfounded at the alpha brute.
words:: Nine-Hundred and Fifty-Seven muse:: Great tags::Vorilye ooc:: I have so much catching up to do and absolutely no muse to do it x.x Amy's muse was a spur of the moment...
The alpha male listened patiently as Amyntas attempted to explain that he never intended to return. The permanent smirk was plastered on his face, hoping to further unnerve the male as he pled his case. Vorilye would attempt every intimidation tactic available in order to make the other male uncomfortable. After all, if he did not intend to return to Descai, then when the time came, he would fall with the rest of the wolves. This male was weak. He was of no use to Descai if he were planning to leave. It was only due to the fact that he held some sympathy - though very little, it was present - due to his loss of Kallik. He felt no sympathy for the femme, but Amyntas had merely been an innocent bystander dragged into her twisted game. Even in death, the male did not trust Kallik. She was taking away a member of his pack from the grave.
"What are you waiting for, Amyn? I told you that you could leave," the alpha snarked at his soon-to-be gone pack mate. The sadistic smile of a twisted alpha would not do anything to quell the male's fear. However, Vorilye would not chase him down unless Amyn did something to provoke him, and the fear he could smell from the male was indication that he would not dare do anything to cross him. This satisfied the brute; he had already had his fill of blood lately, and so the desire to end the male's life had diminished greatly. With the black female and Akihra, Vorilye made an impact on the pack and the continent. If he had not instilled enough fear in the other packs, he would ensure that Amyntas did the job for him.
"Go take your weakness elsewhere," he sneered, "as you clearly do not have what it takes to be a part of Descai. Hopefully some other pack will take you and your pathetic self. The only reason you were even allowed in Descai was so that my sons would have their mother close by, and even now that is not a possibility. But wait, those pups were mine, were they not? Precious little Kallik obviously had a sweet spot for the alpha..." His laughter rung out as far as across the border into the northern territories. Vorilye had made it a point to provoke the male as much as possible until he either fled or attacked. Either situation was amenable to the alpha. Vorilye would never turn down a good fight, and if he had the mercy to allow Amyn to leave after an assault, he would make sure the male would be of no use to anyone else he may approach.
"If you do not leave now, then I will not give you the opportunity to go again. Get out of my sight, and hope that you never have the misfortune to encounter me nor my pack again. Because trust me, if that time comes, I will make sure that you are shown no mercy," he snapped at the white male, his golden eyes flashing dangerously at the slightly more dominant posture of the male before him. This was the most strength he had ever seen in the brute, and he did not like that someone had the nerve to stand against him in such a manner. If he did not take off soon, then Vorilye would have no choice but to take the matter into his own hands.
He was showing mercy by allowing him to leave. He should take the option while it was still present.
Count | 604 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Amyntas Notes | Okay, blah. At least it's over 600 words... barely. Do you know how hard it is to type a post with your hands shaking the whole time? XD
This had been the last thing Amyntas had expected to have to endure when he called for the alpha brute. He was expecting pure rage, bloodshed, something to let him know what the alpha was truly thinking. But there was no indication of deeper meaning behind that gnarled smirk on the black brute’s maw. Was he trying to play mind games with Amyn? Make him think that leaving the pack would put him in harm’s way? That remaining was the only way to survive? Or was that smirk there merely for decoration? To make Amyn think the brute was putting together some sort of twisted plot to chase him down. Amyn wouldn’t put it past the dark brute, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to stick around to find out.
Why had the alpha given Amyntas clearing to leave? Or, better yet, why had the alpha even allowed him into his ranks in the first place? From just about any viewpoint, it had to have appeared that he was only there for Kallik. And even though the alpha brute no longer held a flame for the pretty—dead—femme, he could have easily told Amyn to leave. Wasn’t his presence alone a threat? Another male in a pack that seemed to be mostly females? Other than the brute’s sons, Amyn had yet to meet any other males in the territory. And any that wandered in were quickly chased off by the beta femme or the alpha himself. So why had he been given a place?
For the life of him, Amyn could not wrap his head around it. As for why he was allowed to leave, the alpha made that point very clear. “If I am weak because I care, then so be it. I would rather be weak than strong any day.” The tone behind his words was hard to distinguish. It wasn’t entirely proud or condescending, yet it wasn’t by any means passive or soft. He truly wished to be rid of the frightening power behind his fluffy exterior, the mask that was unveiled during the most dire of situations. The brute went on to explain why he had offered Amyn a place, though the arctic brute doubted the truth behind those words. Kallik had already been a part of Descai, formal or otherwise. She was in the territory, was she not? She had captured Amyn in her web, wrapping him safely in comfort he had sought out for years, it seemed. And when she threw herself off the cliff, he found himself trapped, unable to free himself from her decaying web as it crashed around him.
No. The alpha brute had not accepted him for the sole purpose of Kallik. Or, if he had, it was to make Kallik more comfortable in the territory. So now that Kallik was dead, did that not mean Amyn’s purpose had expired? Yes. He ought to be free to leave without this hassle. Just as Amyn was about to reveal this little tidbit, the alpha brute finally grew angered. The sharpness to his tone made the arctic brute flinch, his stance slowly seeping to submissiveness. There was little doubt in Amyntas’ mind now: If the alpha were to find him outside the territory and demand he return, Amyn would crawl back like a wounded animal. This brute struck that much fear in the arctic brute’s heart. He had to get away while he still could.
Without another word to the black and gold alpha, Amyn turned and bolted. He dare not look back for fear of his willpower failing completely. He couldn’t just crawl back, not now. Not yet. For now, he would seek out a new place to call his home, something colder and more isolated than the eerie darkness of Acerbus. Somewhere that none knew his face or name. A place he could start over. Again.
words:: Six-Hundred and Fifty-Nine muse:: Good tags::Vorilye ooc:: Short thread XD
