What's Left for Me? [Open]

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Rurik's life hasn't been the most fulfilling, or even tranquil. Each morning he would wake with the feeling of dispeare and loss, even though their was noone to grife for. He was griefing for himslef. Locked in the unfair society of pack ranks, the bastered pup was the lowest of the low. Anger would boil uncontrolled inside him, having little experince holding down the bull inside him. Swiping out as a familiar landmarked rock, the 8 month old pup yelled to the top of his voice "Is that the best you can throw at me! Is that the fucking best! His shrikes echoed far and wide over the land of Acerbus, only a meaningless murmur by the time it reached anyone's ears. Tears of anger welled up inside his eyes, never to be released. Rurik was now old enough to start hunting, he had been following a few of the hunters at a younger age to learn their technics so he could show off to the pack how great and wounderful he was, not the useless bastered pup that Zirena said he was. One of the wolves he would follow on hunting was the frail Monca, a tall Maned wolf. She couldn't hunt large prey in fear of hunting herself, but she had showed Rurik that even though they were small and not look like much of a prize, small prey hunting took a lot of skill to perfect. Just thinking of his trainer made his mind wonder, he hadn't seen Monca in a while, to be correct, he hadn't seen much of the pack lately.

Rurik had been advoiding the pack lately, after his embarrassment in front of his siblings where he got chased around by Zirena, he didn't want to face them again. Also the other two older litters of the alpha were twice the size of him, and would make fun of the bastered litter each way and that. None of the pack were treating them right, since they are no longer tiny, innocent litter that lost their father and their mother had to work twice as hard. Now they were out in the pack, with no help, no one to rely on but each other. But there was one thing that could lighten up Rurik's day, whenever he was near Zirena, he would tower over her and weighted much more than that scrawny bitch. A slight mysterious smirk spread across his maw, the images of Zirena lying infront of him, her sneeky smirk wiped from her face. He could feel the power flooding into him, the amasing power over something that you have never had. If he ever got the chance to get back at all the wolves who had ever looked down at him, Rurik would take it no matter the price. Just to see their terror as he desended down on then.

Full of new energy, the pure white wolf scrambled up the steep ridge, finding new power in each bounding leap. No more did he have large amounts of puppy fat hanging off his muscles, replaced by rippling muscles he had begun to build up. Since he now had to fight for his place around the carcass, no longer did the adults regurgitate food for him, he had to get himself. The scaps he got were too little to turn into fat, so each morsels was turned into something to provide him energy to hunt more. Heading on his own hunting trips were dangerous, since the disappearing had begun, wolves had started to stay closer to home. But Rurik didn't care about what was out there, he would run at it head first.

[Zirena]

Zirena had slept hard last night after leaving Kamari. Ryker had been in the dens as he had been for the last few days. She felt miserable for him. She knew that Shayde was his mom too and he was taking it really hard, worse than she was. Apparently his blood sister had disappeared too. She had never met Ryker's blood sister but she had heard good things about her. She also wasn't entirely sure who his mother was. She had always assumed that it was Shayde but as she grew older and smarter she wasn't so sure. She would have to ask someone because it was going to bother her until she figured it out. Regardless, she needed to find her for her own sake and for Ryker. She had been sleeping next to him to try to provide him some comfort but it didn't seem to be working.

A good night sleep did her well though. She was full of new energy and ready to continue her search for her mom. Zirena wouldn't give up until she found her and brought her back home. Surely she would come home after she saw her and realized how much she missed her.

An all to familiar smell entered her nose as she trotted along. Rurik, the once fat irritating little bastard was close by. She hadn't seen him much and for that, Zirena thanked the gods. She didn't want to deal with him and deal with everything that was going on around the pack. She knew that more wolves than just her mom and her older half-sister had disappeared. She heard of loners disappearing and some other members of other packs. She was quite confused about what was going on. Nothing made any sense but Zirena needed to find her mom. That was the only thing that consumed her mind. Anyway, she decided that it might be time to pay Rurik a visit. He had grown more muscular every time that she saw him and he was gaining weight fast. He was already twice her size in terms of weight but they were still about the same height. Little Zirena only weighed about 40 pounds but that didn't stop her. Her mother had always been a brave soul and Zirena was following in her footsteps in that aspect.

She bounded up the rocks, her small frame allowing her to be agile and quite on her trip up. She hadn't seen many wolves up here but she was following her nose to find Rurik. It was something that her mother taught her to do. She had been training her in the art of hunting since her Daddy gave her that rank or at least the promise of that rank. Her mother had been the perfect teacher as she knew and understood the disadvantages of her size. But her training wasn't complete yet which was another, yet not so important, reason why she needed to find her otherwise she'd be training with Angel and that wasn't something she wanted because then she'd have to see Rurik's ugly face more. This was different though. She was gonna go torment him and she couldn't do that in front of Angel because then she had to apologize and she hated doing that.

She hid behind a rock and waited for the opportune time to pounce on him and surprise him. This was good practice for her and would also scare the shit out of Rurik. He had to know that even though he was bigger, that she was still dominant over him.

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@rurik
Notes: I wasn't entirely sure what Rurik was doing so if this is a little off, I apologize. I tried to make it as vague as possible
Muse: Not the greatest but it'll get better as the thread goes  

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With the Sun high in the sky, nothing was going to disturb this hunt. Rurik was fine hunting in the dark, with his keen wolf eye sight, it was a advantage to him when dusk clocked the land, with only the moons reflection to rely on as a light source. Scrambling up the steep rock face was taking its toll on the large wolf’s new energy boost, although each hunt gave him a kick of adrenaline, he actually had to find the prey for that to happen first. As time ticked on, Rurik was starting to lose his patients, for in the pack was renowned for his short temper and snappy remarks. Cursing at himself for being so stupid for going on his own instead with a more skilled hunter who would most likely have found a track by now, he almost missed the small paw prints in the small sections of mud clogged up in the cracks of the exposed rocks. Freezing like a hare in the process of being found, Rurik inched his nose closer to the small paw prints. Taking one whiff of them told his a million things at once, a coyote had been here not long ago by the fact that the paw print was still fresh and clear.

Feeling proud of his discovery of a mangy vermin, Rurik started to trot after the trail. Rurik knew there wasn’t much up here, and the only things that did come up, came to die. Ruriks plan was to follow the coyote until it came to a carcass, as they were such good scavengers. His theory worked. Up a further mile, a herd of bighorn sheep huddled close to protect themselves from the weather and a little off was a carcass with a coyote peeling off the scraps. As he approached, the coyote scream high pitch to warn him off. Rurik just ignored it and slowed to a creep, head hanging low and shoulder blades raised, telling the coyote he was hunting. With a final warning the coyote ran away from it’s scavenge and Rurik discovered that the carcass was nothing more than some skin and bones. Cursing the white wolf turned to the Bighorn sheep, they were thin for what they should be to survive winter and only one male among the hierarchy of females. They had spotted him already, his white pelt stood out like a black wolf in snow, against the black rocks. But they hadn’t smelt him.

They were all uneasy and were unsure if this new predator was another harmless coyote that was only harm to the new born, or the feared wolves that roamed this land. If one was to catch his scent, they would all stampede no matter if they were weak, together they could take Rurik if they caught him surprise. That’s why surprise was his advantage. Being up wind from the sheep gave him the perfect advantage as all their scents came towards the hungry wolf. Walking slowly but steadily towards them, as if he was a harmless coyote coming to inspect the herd for the weak, the wind changed slightly. Now it was coming from the side, which still meant that neither wolf nor sheep could scent each other. But as Rurik crept closer, close enough to pounce, the bull suddenly charged at him. Rurik himself was surprise for the bull wouldn’t do that unless it got the scent of a wolf, but he had not time to dwell on that as the bull lowered its horns and came thundering towards him. Rurik may be stupid at some things, but he knew that a butt from a bighorn sheep would kill a wolf at the right angle to the head. But he also knew that although they were excellent climbers, their speed are short lived.

Easily outrunning the sheep, although not without the few close shaves when his paw got stuck in a crack, Rurik leapt up a small cliff and out of range of the outraged sheep. After a few moments of pawing the ground and snorting up at Rurik, the bull eventually gave up and wondered off back to its herd, satisfied that the threat had been dealt with. Anger boiled up in Rurik’s blood, he had been showed off by a thin, stupid sheep. Leaping down Rurik knew he was not alone, it hadn’t been his scent that had set off the sheep. It wasn’t a loner for they would have been more skilled at hiding their scent, and only one wolf came to mind that wouldn’t come out to help him. ”Come out you scrawny bitch! I hope your happy with destroying my hunt!” He yelled across the land, the sheep only showing a short glance at him before carrying on grazing. A deep growing growl echoed out of his throat, growing louder and deeper. Anger flamed in his blue eyes are he scarred the rocks for the bitch who had messed up his whole hunt.

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