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[Severus]

It was finally time to come out of hiding. It had been a year now, and a year was long enough. The relatively large Tundra wolf slowly made his way out of the Niall Caverns. Upon exiting the caverns, he was greeted with heavy snow. Not realizing how deep the snow was, he stumbled and fell flat into the snow. Letting out a low growl, he got back on all fours and shook his ebony hued coat to free it from the snow that drenched it. Severus was just out the previous day and there was barely any snow on the ground, but now it was the only thing he could see. Once he was sure his coat was snow free, he continued his quest to get back into the real world. For the past year, he had only left the cave to go hunting and as soon as he killed his prey, he would bring it straight back to the cave. The only contact he had with others was when they would stumble on into the cave. Those who tried to make small talk with him would only get a low growl in response. He wasn’t ready back then to return to the world for the gruesome events that had taken place had changed him forever. He was filled with nothing but anger, and couldn’t help but to constantly lash out on those who came near him. Through the course of his isolation, he had taught himself how to control his undying anger. He had just recently got to the point where he thought he could handle the world now, which led him to where he was now, heading to wherever he would end up.

Severus spent the first week of going back into the world by leaving his home land of Caurus. Upon leaving the Niall Caverns, the brute headed southwest. By going in this direction, he ended up in Xayar Forest in the lands known as Shyia. The weather was somewhat different than it was in Caurus. Instead of the ground being blanketed in snow, it was just frosted over. Now Severus had to be careful to not slip and fall. However, he had to quicken his pace when he found out that he was in pack territory. He knew it would be best for him and the pack if he just hurried out. He did have a lid on his anger, but if provoked unexpectedly, he would lose control, and that wouldn’t be a good way to start his new beginning.

When he reached the end of the Xayar Forest, he was greeted by the Tia-deli Mountains. Its peaks extended into the clouds. Brown orbs began to search for a low spot that he could easily reach. He hadn’t traveled this long since he was younger, and he was growing very tired and hungry. He was going on little sleep, and very little food. He didn’t dare hunt too much here since these were a pack’s lands, so he got a couple little rabbits when he could. He also slept very little in fear of getting caught. He was a new to these lands he was in, so he was still learning what packs owned what lands. His attention went back to the mountains. His brown orbs then spotted a low spot, but right when he went to start his climb up, his body screamed at him to do otherwise. So he gave into his needs, and found a tree to sleep under for the night.

By the time he had climbed and descended the Tia-deli Mountains, another week had passed, which now put him in the Lleingas Woods of Acerbus. A thick fog mixed with ash greeted Severus as he stepped foot into the forest. It had an eerie feel to it, and the fog added to it. Everything in the forest was decaying from the trees, to whatever animal life had resided in it. Just by the looks of this place, Severus knew that it would be of no use to him, so he tried to make his trip through here short. Plus the place gave him the creeps and increased his paranoia.

Thankfully after two days of trekking through the graveyard of a forest, Severus had finally made his way to the other end. At first all he could see was the same thick fog mixed with ash. As he got closer, he was surprised when his paws were greeted with sand and his orbs were greeted with the view of a massive volcanic structure. Severus had never seen anything like it, and couldn’t help put to continue to stare at it. He approached it slowly, as to be careful, but his effort failed when he tripped over a small boulder, injuring his front right leg.“Damn it,” he growled when he tried to get up, but couldn’t.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img600.imageshack.us/img600/7417/rasscroll.png) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 575px; padding: 0px;] It felt wondrous to be back where the pack first began, to be trekking within the Occasus once more. The large russet canine was hesitant, weary with each step as if he knew of the potential dangers. The grounds seem to have shifted, everything was very different now than when Ryala had came together. Life was gradually making it's way back into the desert lands; however, there was still an aura of destruction that lingered. Ash was still strewn across the land, the occasional avalanche only made the situation worse. Things were more dangerous now than they had been on those warm autumn days. With merely one season change his life had shifted completely, a strange sensation was growing within him. One of a weird sort of importance to the others, perhaps he was gradually accepting the truth of his new life. He was an Alpha and with that came great responsibility - and the great members he had to support him. His mind found itself roaming as his paws carried him across the terrain of memories. It was almost as if the ghosts were there to follow him, he could nearly smell Aries within the air. 'Is that ghost bitch following me?' the brute was nearly certain that it was all within his mind. The near silent voices, the vivid movies playing slowly within his crania. He was not crazy, merely reliving something that had initiated his new life. It was amazing how fast life could change, how a mourning loner could become a Beta to an Alpha. But what would come next for the red brute? How much higher could he manage to climb - and all on accident. Rasalas had never dreamed of becoming the leader of a pack that lived upon two large territories. There was an abundance of everything here; however, his heart remained alone. In fact, he hardly knew if it was possible to trust another enough to give it to them completely. 'Aowyn,' her name stuck out vibrantly inside of him, even bringing a warming flicker into his frigid bones. There was hope, even if he failed to see it. Loose rubble shifted beneath his calculating steps, slowly the Alpha was bringing himself towards the mountain. He remembered standing here with Calandra, accepting her into what was then Ryala. A gentle smile crossed his features as he recalled their brief conversation regarding the lush vegetation that once sprouted from Pievunt-An's base. That had been such an exciting time for the brute, the pack had been growing so rapidly then that he hardly knew what to do. It brought shivers to his spine, then they had fled to Xisyn. Here he was, once more wandering through the initial home. 'Maybe one day the others will trek up here more often, then it can regain some life to it,' a glimmer caressed his amber optics. Tassos was destined to be successful, and not in a war-like mannerism. Rather, they would thrive alone; all would slowly begin to grow and release the cruelties of their past. Maybe together they could all move forward into a beautiful new life. It took the brute several minutes before the scent of a stranger crossed paths with his nostrils. Instantly his hackles dared to rise and his audits perked themselves eagerly. 'No one is going to attempt to claim my home,' a growl longed to part ways with his muzzle; yet, he stifled it somehow. The pace of his paws drumming against the ground quickened as the brute noticed a slight sound not too far ahead. His golden eyes were raking the terrain for any sign of life, eagerly waiting to find whatever other creature was roaming throughout The Occasus. Shaking himself slightly to lose any aggression that may be evident, the brute proceeded in his rapid approach. His interest was growing in what the other life form was doing, for after the initial words the world had fallen silent. It was only when the nothingness reverberated within that the thought of another wounded canine crossed his path. The Alpha could hardly count how many he had saved from the volcano's eruption already - now there was the potential to be one more. Sure enough, as the brute rounded the bend a larger brute caught his eyes. One that seemed rather frustrated and potentially injured. Despite the other canine's slightly larger size, the brute did not lower his stance or tail in any way; after all, he was the Alpha of these lands and the other canine was merely a trespasser. It did not take the red one long to notice that the other creature was struggling to stand, there was some obvious leg wound. Cocking his head to the side slightly the brute trotted close to the other, yet halted before assisting the other canine. He was intelligent enough to know that a wounded wolf could be quite dangerous; especially when one approached them that they did not know. "Let me help you, I am the Alpha of these lands," the brute brought himself slowly closer to the other. Close enough that the male could lean upon his shoulder in order to gain support enough to stand. Rasalas had hardly thought to mention his name and believed that by mentioning his title it would potentially calm the loner's potential concern. Maybe even enough so that they could go somewhere slightly safer. words:: Nine hundred and sixteen muse:: Good tags:: Severus ooc:: Sorry this took so long

[Severus]

The brute continued to attempt to steady himself but failed each time. With each time he failed, he caused himself more pain and he was already in excruciating pain. Brown orbs quickly glanced down at his injury to see the extent of it. His front right leg was swelling up quickly. It didn’t appear to be broken but possibly sprained. He could see and feel the warm trickling of blood, and the smell of iron confirmed it. He strained his eyes to find the source of the bleeding without having to move. Severus could barely see it, but it appeared to be coming from a small gash half way down his leg. It was obvious that a coat of sand was covering it which concerned Severus. He didn’t know what all the sand contained, and there was a possibility that it could cause an infection. He didn’t want to be injured in the first place, but he really didn’t want to get an infection. The Tundra brute didn’t know much about healing so he was at a loss of what to do. He bent his head down as far as he could without losing his balance. He was able to bend it just enough so that he could lick his wound, the taste of iron and the feel of the grains sand entering his mouth.

Severus slowly lifted his head just as he had slowly lowered it. All was going well until a tingling feeling developed in his nose, and before he knew it, a forceful sneeze exited his nose. He was immediately thrown back on the ground, landing on his bad leg. “Fuck,” he growled. Severus began to really regret leaving the safety of his cave. The brute knew that he could take care of himself in general since he was relatively large and in decent physical shape, but this injury changed everything. He was vulnerable now; he was an easy target. These were the exact things that he feared, and seeing as he never knew how to correctly display fear, extreme anger swallowed him up. His fangs were visible as growls kept emitting from his maw. He hated being vulnerable more than anything in the world, yet he couldn’t help it right now. He slowly situated himself in a laying position, and tried to then get into a sitting position. The pain was horrid, but the rush of adrenaline in his veins allowed him to get in an upright position after a few tries. What were usually simple movements were now some of the hardest ones. His leg throbbed with pain, making him queasy, but he knew that he would have to put weight on it again in order to stand up. He readied his back legs to extend as he slowly put weight on his front legs; louder growls escaped his mouth as he did so. Once he has enough weight in his front, he lifted his back legs and was once again in a standing position, immediately taking off as much weight from his injured leg as possible.

He was helpless for he knew that he couldn’t mend his leg to save his life. He was more than likely going to die. “Fuck you too world,” he snarled. Just then, a scent entered his nostrils. The scent was foreign to him, but then he realized that just about every scent was foreign to him. The only thing he knew was that it appeared to belong to another wolf. Brown eyes darted in all the directions that they could. His hackles raised and his lips curled up to reveal his teeth. He had no idea what this wolf’s purpose was, all that he knew is that it seemed to be approaching him. What it here to kill him? If so, then so be it. Yes he was vulnerable, but he wasn’t going to go without a fight.

A red brute that was smaller than him came into view. His stance was held high which immediately made Severus feel threatened. He snarled at the stranger as he continued to approach Severus. When the brute stopped briefly and introduced himself to some degree. According to this brute standing before him, Severus was in this wolf’s lands. Severus growled out of defense. How was he supposed to know that? He had never been in these lands before. Plus he had gone into hiding for a year and didn’t have much contact with wolves during that period of time. Before he knew it, the Alpha was right beside him and stood there in silence. Severus was confused as to what the Alpha’s intentions were. “Sorry for being in your lands. What are you going to do to me,” he growled. He wasn’t really meaning to be rude; it was just how he was.


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Tags: @rasalas
OOC: Poor Sev doesn't know what to do.

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The Alpha's golden orbs observed the other carefully for a few moments, studying the large brute. Although the Alpha was not particularly fond of the other canine's behavior, he could not expect anything less. After all, it was not every day that one become wounded - let alone on a foreign pack's territory. Perhaps Severus was lucky that Tassos was the pack he had wandered into; after all, they weren't exactly known for fighting. All of the wolves tended to be smaller breeds more acclimated to dealing with the scorching climates. If anything, the foreigner had quite an advantage without his injury. Size alone was enough to prove that he could put up quite a fight against any member here; yet, Rasalas was the one who would confront the situation. Maybe it was against his better judgement; however, the Alpha could not simply allow a wolf to be wounded and struggling within his home.

As the hair began to rise upon the larger male, the russet one took a step forward. Rather than showing submission, Rasalas wanted to prove that he was in charge. Regardless of size, this new brute was not gonig to be bossing him around within his very own borders. Stance remained dominant, but not overly so. It seemed to be saying that he was the one in charge; yet, utilizing the kindest mannerisms possible. His temper may be short, but after years of work it seemed to be under control - for the most part. There would always be situations that would bring about a sudden flare of anger within his chest, but the time between those outbreaks was becoming increasingly distant. After all, Ryala had fallen and now they were Tassos; this was his chance to start fresh, without the plague of his past shrouding him. Perhaps that was what had drawn him to the wounded creature, because he constantly felt like one. None deserved to experience such anguish, physical or mental, and the russet male wanted to aid the other.

It took a moment before any visible signs of anger began to calm themselves before the muscular Alpha. Certainly his size was significantly smaller than Severus' but that did not mean that Rasalas lacked power. His stocky, but muscular build, was not fit for agility; however, the Alpha could throw down in the event that a fight decided to occur. Crania tipped itself to the side slightly, optics drifting to the canine's wound. The gash appeared quite nasty, but it was impossible for him to know for certain. He was not the medic within these lands, that was Scout's duty. The thought of summoning his closest friend crossed over his mind on multiple occasions. The other brute would know the best way to handle this situation; yet, Rasalas did not feel he necessarily had time for such an action. It was necessary to free the stranger before any furhter arangements could be tended to. Such as why the canine was within The Occasus in the first place. The desert was not a territory that others tended to leisurely trek through.

The Alpha extended a partial smile towards the stranger, 'at least he seems to have some sense of humor.' It was likely that he mistook the brute's words and believed tehm to be light-hearted, but the mere concept made things situate themselves significantly better inside of his mind. The days had been flooded in a mixture of pride and work. There was only so much that Rasalas could tend to in one day, that it seemed nearly impossible to sort through anything. Audits pulled back for a moment, more at irritation with himself. "Things do happen, the eruption covered some of the more apparent territory markings," the Alpha nodded his skull towards Pie-vunt An. The day of the hellfire explosion had been horrific, Rasalas had been nearly positive that someone would die from it. But none did, those within Tassos had been safe. "I do believe the choice is your: would you like to stay and recover," voice trailed off for a moment, waiting for his thoughts to collect themselves. "You may stay until your wound is healed," the Alpha believed this to be a fair enough offer.

Hopefully that extending the larger male an opportunity to recover, he would be less likely to torment the pack. Tassos could handle themselves; yet, Rasalas still felt a strange protectiveness over those beneath him. There was no chance that he would intentionally put them into harm's way. That caused some of the Alpha's inkling of paranoia - that someone may be poisoning him or something. Giving a gentle sigh the russet one dragged his skull back into reality, focusing himself upon Severus. "You may call me Rasalas, and what is your name?" Perhaps the other would not reveal his name, but Rasalas had no fear. His life only belonged to himself, without control nothing would have become accomplished. Despite the concern within his soul, the Alpha attempted to maintain alert in the event that they were under attack.

[Severus]

Severus’s brown orbs caught the Rasalas’s golden eyes looking him over. He didn’t know how to react to this, but then again he didn’t know how to react to almost anything. Isolating himself for a whole year had put him at a major disadvantage when it came to social interactions. His only memories of such things were plagued by his pup hood. This meeting with the alpha was testing Severus, and he didn’t like it because he was completely ignorant. This interaction began to play games with his mind, causing him to become more and more paranoid. He was still unaware of the alpha’s intentions which added to his already growing paranoia. This much paranoia caused his anger to flare up even more and it was close to becoming overbearing. Usually when he was this angry, he was at risk of losing control. He usually would have by now, but his injury prevented him from doing so. Today was the alpha’s lucky day, but maybe it was Severus’s lucky day as well. He came out of that cave to start a new life, and attacking someone within the first few days wasn’t exactly starting anew. Maybe this injury was a sign from whoever was in control of his life. Maybe it wasn’t the injury that was keeping him from attacking; maybe it was his will to change and he just wasn’t aware of it.

Rasalas then took a step forward towards Severus in response to his hackles being raised. The alpha’s stance was still dominant but it didn’t seem to be hostile. The fact that Severus started to not feel threatened by the alpha and his possibly will to change for the better caused his hackles to lower and his stance to become submissive. This was very unlike him, but the possible will to change was driving him to do the exact opposite. This was becoming a very strange day for the larger brute. His ways of thinking seemed to be changing right in front of him. This was something he would have never expected to happen. Could it be that all of this was brought on by the very brute that had encountered him? Rasalas wasn’t like any other wolf he had come in contact with. There was something about him that was causing Severus to relax. He had heard of wolves that seemed to have a major impact on others, and his very own father was one of those wolves. Brian’s transformation into an insane wolf had a lasting effect on Severus. It’s what caused him to be who he is today, a very angry being. Rasalas was causing the very opposite, he was causing the Tundra brute to instead feel at ease. Maybe this interaction was the start of Severus bettering himself. Deep down he wanted to because living in constant anger took a toll on him mentally and physically. His tail began to slightly wag at the thought of getting away from all of that. He couldn’t remember the last time his tail had made such movements, but it felt nice.

The alpha’s attention soon went to the Tundra’s wound. The self-realization he had just gone through had caused him to temporarily forget about the gash in his leg. But when he became aware of it, a frown placed itself on his maw. The adrenaline from this encounter had stopped flowing through his body, causing the pain to return in full force. The return of the pain almost knocked him over, but he was able to remain upright. This had to be one of the best and worst days of his life. The alpha’s words caused Severus’s attention to move from the wound to the alpha. The alpha talked of an eruption that occurred, and the Tundra’s eyes immediately gazed up to where the alpha nodded. His gaze was now on the landform that was called a volcano. Severus put two and two together and realized that all the debris and ash must have been from the eruption. Rasalas and his pack must have gone through a tough time when it happened. Severus started to realize that he wasn’t the only one who had gone through a hard time, this brute had as well. Severus thought that his past was an excuse for who he was, yet this brute before him had gone through something tragic as well, but he was modest, not an angry monster like Severus.

The alpha then spoke again, this time addressing his intentions. Rasalas gave him the option to go with Rasalas and stay with his pack until his wound was healed. He would usually think that he didn’t need any help that he could survive on his own but he knew that he would need help, and here the alpha was offering it. Severus would be stupid to not accept it, but before he could do so, the alpha spoke again this time introducing himself as Rasalas. “I will take you up on that offer, Rasalas, and my name is Severus,” he said in a more friendly tone. Though Severus was more than likely on the road to better himself, he knew that the anger and paranoia would always be there. He would just have to work on controlling it like he was doing now.



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Muse Decent especially for not posting in forever
Tags: @rasalas
OOC: Sorry that this took forever, I feel bad.