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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 8, 2010 17:18:26 GMT -5
The forest air was silent. Nothing seemed to be moving or awake yet in the biting morning air. A bird or two chirped when the silent figure moved right around the boundary of the territory. Warm breathing left plumes of white fog in the air, straying for a few seconds before returning back to normal. Weylyn could hardly see the full moon behind the canopy of trees and strived to finish circling his new territory before dawn broke the horizon. He found the place he had started, marked by dirt scratching and his biting of the tree bark. He hardly made a sound as he pondered thoughtfully, pacing back and forth. He knew he wanted this land; the pack, the power, the alliance. 'The Balance' as they called it, meant nothing to him. His pack came first and so did the good of all wolves. Even if Weylyn had to kill whoever was in charge to achieve it, it was to be done.
Weylyn, somewhat cocky and proud, knew he could defeat whoever the leader was now. It was in his blood. The leader, the top dog, the alpha, was called Azzuen. The dark pack members spoke ill of him, the balance had no opinion and the good regarded him highly. That was the position he wanted; to be hated by dark, to be loved by good. His parents had raised him well; he was a lean, mean, muscle machine, and he planned to use it to his advantage. Weylyn was also nimble, and quick-witted when in a fight. He had fought many powerful, burly wolves before and this one would be no different. He would win because he had to, if he ever wanted change in the world.
Although Weylyn had not had a plan as to how he would challenge the alpha, he decided to take a nap. An hour or so of rest would leave him refreshed, a bit hungry, and ready to fight. That was his plan. Traipse into the Woods of Lasonia, challenge whoever was in charge, and begin a new pack. Those who wished to leave could, and those who wished to have stronger, better, and even kinder leader were allowed to stay. He would take up a mate, eventually, if he ever felt the will to. But the scars of his past left him somewhat afraid of getting too close to anyone. Friendship was one thing; pack mates were like brothers, but they came and went. A mate was supposed to be forever, and when you lost that forever, there was no going back.
Weylyn woke up in an hour, as he had planned. He stretched and debated whether or not to get a meal before fighting. Not, he decided. A bit of hunger always made him fight better, despite how distracting it could be if it got out of hand. He knew he would survive through this, and he planned to have the hunters of the pack, if they stayed, bring him food. Or maybe he would hunt himself. Get to know his new territory better. Maybe he could go out with whoever was left of the pack and find food and they could hunt together. He doubted it, though. Many wolves weren't at ease when their alpha had just been defeated, or even murdered.
Defiantly, paw by paw, Weylyn entered the land. He had his head high, his eyes straight, ears up and tail pointed. He wasn't backing down, no way, no how, and he was going to claim the land that he thought rightfully his. He strut for a while, into the woods. He noticed every little thing, taking it in and burning it into his memory, so as he could never forget. This was his new home. He couldn't get lost in it.
A low howl erupted from his muzzle as he stood there, waiting. He approximated the place the alpha would enter and faced it, although the game was for himself. He waited patiently and wondered if he should've gone where the pack could see. Because, even if it may have been disturbing to see their alpha rip apart, seeing is believing.
[ooc: Muse; Very High
Words; a whopping 694
Thoughts; Lol, he sure is cocky. I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted; is Azzuen supposed to die, or just leave with his tail between his legs?]
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Mar 11, 2010 6:21:40 GMT -5
There was this feeling in his gut, a feeling that rumbles the valleys of Lasonia. A feeling that makes your heart pound way past its abilities. A feeling that told him something was going to happen today. He didn’t feel things like this very often, but when he did they always ended up occurring. At least he would be prepared. But what was it that he had to be prepared for? His nose caressed the grass as he ran along his borders. He took in every scent of every tree and blade of grass. He knew these woods better than any wolf ever could, or ever will. The way the trees bended, and the way the wind blew through each individual leaf.
A strong scent pounded his nostrils. His teeth bared and his hackles stood straight up, throat rumbled like thunder through his muscular jaws. This was it. This wolf was the threat he felt coming. Although Azzuen didn’t know what this wolf wanted, or what it was going to do. But he knew that it wasn’t anything of good intentions, except maybe selfish intentions. He couldn’t control his paws from taking him to the scent. Running faster than he ever had before. And there he was.
This wolf was a large one. Much larger than Azzuen could ever be. Azzuen had never been much of a muscular wolf, just a very swift and agile step to him. Now this wolf, this wolf was pur muscle. Every bone in his body had a massive strength to him. If this wolf wanted to fight, Azzuen wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t risk getting hurt, because he had to protect his lupa. But this wolf was the threat to her. He stood in front of this wolf and looked at the way he was standing. Tail and head raised higher than Azzuen’s. Azzuen growled, “I am the Dragga here, lupo. Put your tail down and respect your place.”
[/i].[/blockquote][/size][/center] OOC: Nope, he's gonna live. Then he's going to consistently try to get Raphael. |
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 11, 2010 6:38:59 GMT -5
Most wolves would've been nervous waiting for their enemies to come. Weylyn stood tall and proud, and even a bit bored waiting. He was almost like a statue, only moving his body once and a while to readjust. He waited patiently, although he started to think he should've hunted down the Dragga himself instead of waiting for it. But, this gave more power to him. As he stood there, in the middle of another wolf's territory, he was completely calm and docile. He looked statuesque; almost like he already owned the land and he was merely looking around.
The approach of the other wolf sent excitement rushing through his body. He could feel it; the wariness this wolf had. And Weylyn could also feel his own confidence down to each one of his claws. Weylyn realized the wolf was smaller and compared muscle to muscle, if you only based fighting on that, Weylyn would've won. But he was too smart to be dumb enough to think muscle had everything to do with it. If he was going to fight this wolf, he would not underestimate the Dragga. Weylyn stared down at the wolf, his eyes meeting the other wolf's. He wouldn't back down. Of course not. He came here for a reason and he wasn't going to abandon it.
You are Azzuen? Weylyn merely asked. He had never had a picture of how Azzuen looked. Now he knew. He would burn this wolf into his memory as the former Dragga of his new territory. My place is to be the alpha of this territory. My purpose here is to challenge you, Azzuen. Weylyn's voice was burly compared to Azzuen's, disturbing the peace more than his did. I would rather not kill you, and you should perhaps willingly give me your land. If you're for the latter idea, I should tell you that your lands will be in good hands. Weylyn, who didn't really like talking as much as he put out, continued. But this territory will be mine whether I have to take it by force or not.
The wolf stretched, ready for a battle. Weylyn was still nonchalant about it; so many fights before had given him a calm about fighting. Hardly any wolf was bigger than he, for he was of the largest breed. Weylyn was born and raised to strong alphas. He was raised to be dominant. He was raised to fight and win, and that's exactly what he planned to do. In fact, he assumed an even more dominant position, perhaps trying to scare the other alpha into submission. Weylyn looked threatening now; a look he never liked to have. But if it was the way to winning without any injuries or battling, he'd rather have it that way.
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Post by Ázzuen Vilkas on Mar 16, 2010 16:19:26 GMT -5
He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to him again. He really wasn’t an old wolf, but he wasn’t exactly young. This wolf that was standing in front of him at the moment was in the prime age of his life. Where the muscles tensed in an instinctive reaction to Azzuen and his blood rushed through him with the urge to win over this leadership. Azzuen would be smart about this, use his wits to his advantage. It’s not as if he couldn’t win this fight, for he easily could. Just because a wolf has muscle, does not mean they automatically win over a skilled, agile fighter. Azzuen would not fight. He would save his energy for a wolf that wanted to kill his pups, or his mate.
Azzuen kept his head up high, ears pinned back against his cranium. His hackles relaxed against his spine, but his tail stayed above the level of his head. He spoke smoothly, almost to a point where a wolf would question his alliance in Halasia. “Alright, lupo. Listen to me, and listen well. I will not repeat this.”
[/i] Azzuen took note that this wolf was not nervous around him, which was fine. But Azzuen would eventually find a weakness to this wolf, whether he directly exposed it or not. Azzuen would say he was going to leave this land, but it was inevitable that he stayed around. He knew how to hide his scent in these lands, knowing them better than the lupo that kept the ground steady in front of him now. “Lasonia is not an easy terrace to nurture, my fair lupo. It is a land of twists and turns that takes years to uncover. I will give you this chance, and one chance only. I will give you Lasonia, for you seem like a wolf that can learn to understand it. On one condition; you will have equal power as my mate, if not less. You will take care of my pups as if they are your own, and raise them to be great leaders. And … you will exile any evil that sets a paw in your borders.”[/i] He had been pacing back and forth in front of this male. Although his eyes never left his. His expression would be unreadable, eerily unreadable.[/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 16, 2010 18:00:51 GMT -5
Weylyn's eyes brushed the area surrounding. He was prepared for a fight; many a wolf would choose to fight for their land. This male, however, took his time and had patience. Azzuen was not one to be tried, concluded Weylyn. That is, if you weren't challenging him for his land. The dragga in front of Wey hardly seemed like he wanted a fight. He took a threatening, dominant stance, although it hardly seemed to have an affect. His size, although Weylyn knew better than to judge by size, was smaller and he didn't have the taller limbs. Weylyn just couldn't see Azzuen as the dominant one between them.
Weylyn meant the Dragga no disrespect, honestly. So, to show his curiosity in what Azzuen had to say, he dropped his tail and his rump to the ground. He still stared at the other wolf, with an odd indifference. He spoke not, as the alpha asked him, and listened, because he was surely interested in what this male had to say. He sat like someone painted him there and he was unable to move. His ears were perked, listening to everything the alpha said, and taking it all in. Azzuen didn't want to fight him; perhaps because he thought he would lose, or maybe, even if he would win, the battle would be too much for him. Perhaps the role of leader was becoming too much to bear. Weylyn didn't ask; it didn't matter the reasons or the conditions. The territory was Weylyn's and he would respect it as well or even better than the former alpha.
I hear every word you say, Azzuen. You can trust that I will study this land forward and back until it becomes so natural to me it will seem instinctual. And your mate will be treated fairly; I need not disrespect her. The pack will be in good hands and all evil will be vanquished from this place. Rest assured, former Dragga, that this land and the pack on it will be the most important thing in my life. The wolf spoke freely and honestly. Azzuen's pacing meant nothing to Weylyn, and neither did his indifferent expression. They were merely guards set in place by the wolf, and Weylyn would respect the boundaries. He need not know of the things going on in Azzuen's mind, for the next time that they would meet, Weylyn would be pack leader and he would have become stronger and more willful.
Weylyn's rump lifted from the ground again. His dominant stance was back. He looked down at the former Dragga with honest, clear eyes. If the other lupo was looking for some sort of tell-tale weakness in Wey, he was going to have trouble. Physical weaknesses were short in the young alpha, and emotional traumas were hard to uncover. Most would think, after hearing Wey's trying past, that he would be siding with the dark and the evil. He chose to follow the paths of his parents; to be noble and good and to fight against evil. Weylyn made himself an advocate of good and malevolent against evil. Azzuen, no disrespect intended, because I do respect the position you had, would you mind leaving my lands? Weylyn hardly spoke what was truly on his mind, but the last statement came straight from the brain, no editing or thinking about it. I must greet my new family. His head turned toward the lands. Weylyn had already begun to envision how he would change Halasia.
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