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Post by Rioga Oiche on Mar 19, 2010 19:19:30 GMT -5
A cold wind swirled through the forest, it’s chilling touch brushing the branches ever so slightly. It dancing swirls where making their way with a glee, their spirit dancing with rejoice as the sun began to rise. The tree’s whispered softly, their branches groaning as the wind tossed them to and fro. The sun was just making it’s way up, it’s warm rays splashing orange across the sky. Clouds rolled by, white and billowing. Birds cried from their perch, ruffling feather’s and waking up the creature’s in the forest. Animal’s began to awake, from the chattering squirrels, squeaking mice, and yawning deer. The forest seemed to be alive, though it would never be truely. Shadow's cast a gloom through it's depth's, the creature's there where waking up, but the tense of muscles and the uneasy glances showed quiet cleary that they where afraid.
Yet, the dancing wind sought this place for it was a welcome home. The darkness something they embraced...and yet they had brought another creature with them, a lupa. The lupine was slipping through the shadow's. Her pelt a mixture of white and dark grey's that seemed to be a whirlwind of color's, but was a good protecti0n against the darknes. Her orb's where a blinding greyish hue that was filled with a coy look that other's would mark her as a trouble maker quiet quickly. In truth, you could say she was. Being a temptress that she was. The fae was on the large side, in size and muscle's that bulged under her pelt, yet she had a graceful figure that beckoned for brute's to take notice. Her pillar's moved swiftly, paws slamming onto the terra, white toes attracting attention.
The fae let a slow grin spread on her jowls as she stopped before a scent line. This is where the territory began. She sniffed, black nose twitching and black lips pulled up, showing white ivories and a pink tongue. She flicked it out as she tasted the air as she sorted through the scent message's, orbs dilating. She lifted her dome and scanned the shadow's before grunting. She turned to the tree beside her and brought her paw's up. Her claws raked a long scratch down it, her signature saying she was here. Her dome rubbed there, adding her scent. Yet, she had one more thing to do. She dropped to the ground and lifted a leg, scent marking it. A clear sign "I am a fae. Powerful and deadly, so don't mess with me. Yet, I am a efficient hunter and want to join a pack"
Turning, the fae moved into the bushes and laid there. She stretched her front pillar's out, her rear pillars under her stomach, and dome high. Rioga Oiche was not a submissive lupa, and would not start now. What creature would meet her, and would they like what they see? Brute's usually did.
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 19, 2010 19:51:31 GMT -5
The cool morning air brushed against gray fur. Long muscular pillars stretched and recoiled as the figure moved effortlessly through the forest. Every bump and hill was absorbed into his body and immediately memorized. Etched into his memory was the sight of the beautiful morning sun reaching to the top of the canopies and leaving shadows in the forest. Animals stirred from their resting places, hardly away of the dangerous predator moving throughout the lands. Weylyn hardly noticed anything but this surrounds, attempting to burn every image of every rock, tree, and bush into his filing cabinet of a brain. He needed to memorize the territory; needed to know it inch by inch, and, so far, he was getting better at it. Perhaps he didn't know its twists and turns yet, but he did know his way around after only a day or so running the territory. Wey stopped for a few seconds, leaving another scent mark to ward off any enemy or foe. His scent was strong, like his body, which was all muscle, and perhaps a bit of a belly because of his need to eat.
Weylyn found a spot where he could still smell Azzuen. Angered by his own incompetence, he spent a little more time on the spot than the others. Wey's footsteps suddenly began to echo, as his ears became more aware of the surroundings. He knew where he was; it was the edge of his territory, his new home, his pack lands. This was where he belonged, he decided, and where he could make changes to the lands of Halasia. Perhaps he could even go down in history as a great wolf. He didn't need the fame, but he needed the fact that he had made a difference. The lupo was being cautious, in case of an attack. He always rethought strategies and ways to fight, his body regularly tested and pushed to the boundaries of exhaustion.
It was a different scent that caught his attention; a femme that was not a part of his pack. He inhaled deeply. It was a female, alright, and she had marked a tree with her claws. Maybe it was the fact that Weylyn had grown up with sisters and their odd tendencies that made him somewhat unimpressed by the lupa in front of him; maybe it was his fear of getting emotionally traumatized again. Or perhaps he didn't like her boldness. Then again, he did like someone who stood out, but not to the extent of being disrespectful. In his best macho-wolf stance, he walked forward to where the lupa was. His I'm-bigger-and-stronger-than-you face was on, and he looked absolutely dominant. Weylyn stood before her, looking almost god-like and somewhat statuesque, holding his head high, although he had been alpha for less than a week.
I'm Weylyn Tokalawaya. Speak your name and purpose around my lands, Weylyn didn't try to make his voice sound more burly; he was fine with the way it was. Even though he was uninterested, he somewhat feigned and interest, watching the females every move and calculating her the way every other lupo would; she was a looker. He would give her that. She was also quite muscular, something Weylyn liked. He gave a wolfy grin, a smile, one that was flirtatious and somewhat inviting. He didn't want to be a bad host to a potential pack member.
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Post by Rioga Oiche on Mar 19, 2010 20:15:46 GMT -5
The fae had scented the brute before he came into her line of vision. He hadn't spotted her at first, nor scented her for he was in his own little world and that made her grin and a spark on interest fly into her orbs then dissapear. She watched as he sauntered up, a look that almost her laugh, for it made him look foolish and not at all stronger then she, for Riocha never wore any expression on her maw beside the cocky, taunting and flirty look she always woar to mask her way's. She smiled softly as he stopped before her, trying to act all macho when she knew it did not affect her, just slide of her.
A yawn escaped her jowls as he spoke about what she was doing here and she should state her name. With a shrug, she got to her paw's in a graceful move. She met his stare, for she was only a inch or less shorter then he. Her greyish orbs met his with a calm, collective look though a foolish smile was on her maw's. She gave him a fake innocent look that other's ate up and could not call out "Oh, just wandering. My name is Rioga Oiche, a loner if you hadn't guessed. I get a question in return for you asked one. I always get my pay, which is my own question in return" she said smoothly, lyrics bold and a flirty note "Who are you?" she questioned.
Rioga couldn't disagree that had was handsome, and muscular like she. He also seemed to be the alpha of these lands, though she would have guessed anyway. He had the aroma around himself that made other's want to lay down at his paws and beg for mercy and entrance to his pack. She was not like those other fools for she stood tall and power radiated from her as well, for Rioga had always been a dominant creature, nothing to weak or submissive. If he didn't like that, then that was his problem.
Rioga was not like any other lupa, soft and ready to be bullied, nope she fought back and spoke her mind, which usually got her in trouble with other fae's, but brute's just lay at her feet, speaking about how she stole their heart. Weaklings, but he was another story and this made her a bit on edge, for he was not truely interested and this annoyed her. All brute's HAD to love her, but other's, the one's she liked, did not and this brute was fitting in that category. Lucky brute, for if he had been like the other's he would have taken a harsh blow. |
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 19, 2010 20:38:13 GMT -5
Weylyn watched the fae move; she was different. Every move of hers was almost taunting. He observed carefully; the way her swaying of the body was eye-catching and somewhat tempting. To other males, of course. Although he pretended to be intrigued, he was actually somewhat bored at the performance. Maybe if she could juggle, he would pay more attention. But a female who traipsed into his territory just to flirt seemed unlikely. A loner she was, as she had said, but she hadn't asked entrance to his pack. Nor had she submitted to him on his grounds. Something stirred in him, other than the blatant anger on his face. Was it curiosity? Or perhaps infatuation? Something along those lines. It wasn't that he didn't like submissive wolves; he just got tired of it sometimes. This fae was different in the way she submitted herself; she didn't.
Rioga, you say? An unheard of name also peaked his interest. She was similar to him, except he happened to be a Dragga and therefore he should have been respected. I'm the alpha of the Validus Animus pack, newly named. You can call me Wey, if you like. Perhaps the macho show he had performed had been over the top, but it also showed the muscles he had and the strength behind them. He had been in many fights and hardly ever did he lose. He wasn't the type to accept losing; it reflected back on his pack days when he was just a puppy and he lost everything. Losing was not an option because it was failure to him and he didn't approve of failure on his own part.
Although Weylyn noticed a lack of enthusiasm for his feigned interest in her, he didn't mind it much. You are bold, I'll give you that. I'm still debating on whether or not I like bold, he said, quite monotone. Wey wasn't one to get overexcited about something; it didn't make sense. Expending too much energy on something as stupid as a banter was something he disapproved of. Tell me, lupa, what is it you desire? A pack? A home? He glanced down at her from the unreachable loft he sat upon. He was like the summit of a mountain; you couldn't go any higher. Weylyn let his rump touch the ground. He had been a newly named alpha, but he spoke as if he were in the position for years. He already had plans formulated against other packs; meetings and discussions. He wanted the wolf-world to be changed.
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Post by Rioga Oiche on Mar 19, 2010 20:56:18 GMT -5
Rioga noticed his gaze as he measured her up. She twitched her lip, wanting to snarl and bare her ivories but she held back. She turned her gaze from him in a cool way, as though she had no interest in him at all. He was just another brute who was just not interested in her and she was ok with that. After a year of creature's throwing themselves at her paw's, he actually did not and earned a bit of her respect. He could lose it quickly and once he did, the chances of him getting it back where slim. Rioga never heard of the word chances so one mess up, and you never got her respect again. This was her world, and you where playing in it, not the other way around. That's how she liked it, and that's how he was playing...in her realm.
When he spoke, speaking Rioga she turned to him, hitting him with the full gaze of her grey orbs. "Yes, Rioga. I am a irish fae, if you have not noticed" she said with a small shrug, the accent in her lyrics more pronounced now. She didn't think he knew what Irish meant, but wasn't about to say it to him for he would learn it himself. As he stated his alphine figure and what she could call him, she said in a emotionless lyrics "I would say it is a pleasure to meet you Wey, but I am still debating that fact" she said smoothly. It was true, maybe it would not turn out so well and she would be pissed at the meeting between them but hey, she was trying to look at the good side...if there was onel.
Bold? Her? Yeah, she was but he was the first to notice. She lifted a tuft that made up her eyebrow but did not comment, though she had many names for him at the moment, and only a few where...pleasent you could say. She had a wicked tongue and knew how to use it to her advantage. If he made the slightest mistake, he would get a lashing and her lyrics would haunt him, as they did other's. Her gaze moved away, scanning the surrounding forest. Rioga was not relaxed, for a predator could leap out of the shadow's or he could attack her. Rioga was visiulant and a force who would never be truely in peace.
She replied to his latest question, though she wasn't looking his way "Home? Pack? Hm, should I leave my solitary world to be with other lupines. From weak fae's to brute's who are always annoying me...hm what should I choose?" she said dryly before meeting his gaze head on "I don't join pack's that are to weak for my tasting, but you seem a strong alphine and I am debating to see if I should ask for acceptance into your pack and the odds are in your favor so let me state my question: Is there a rank open for me to fill that would fit my personality, wits, and strength?" she questioned, making it known she would not be a omega or some baby-sitter. Rioga was not soft like that, with her skills she was more in the ways of beta, curator, or alphess. |
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 19, 2010 21:24:43 GMT -5
Weylyn found that he could reposition himself in a more comfortable manner; this wolf had common sense and didn't seem to attack for no reason. So, Wey let his paws spread a little farther and allowed his muscles to quit their tensing. She may have been a threat if she wanted to be, but so far, Wey didn't see that in her. Rioga was quite unlike any wolf he'd met before; was she bad, or good? Maybe she was quick-tempered, or had a quick tongue. Either way, he somewhat liked her personality. Minus the fact that she had disrespected him. Weylyn pondered for a second, the thoughts of the other pack members; they probably didn't like him anyway, so why not just add to that dislike? They would see his choices led to good and they would eventually follow him, even if it took a while.
'Irish' was a completely unfamiliar word to him. He could tell the differences between breeds; but he couldn't identify them. Weylyn could tell Rioga wasn't a gray, but he would never have figured that she was Irish. He was somewhat clueless to this stuff. What mattered to him was the spirit of the wolf; not the breed, muscular structure, height or weight. He didn't make assumptions about wolves and he didn't care what their past was, as long as their future agreed with his.
Weylyn knew this lupa could lash him with her tongue; he hardly cared. He'd received such disturbing insults in the past, he hardly thought anything she said could matter. Nor would he care about what she thought of him, or what anyone else did. He lived his life for himself and he planned on making others realize that his way of life was best. By doing so, the world would be a better place. He didn't mean to squish a wolf's beliefs, but merely persuade them to agree, even the tiniest bit, with his. What Weylyn needed was support and he would get it whether his enemies or his friends liked it or not. Now, this wolf would be a bit harder to persuade.
But, Rioga her name seemed to slip of his tongue in quite a gregarious manner. What happens when you need someone to back you up in a fight? Or when the biting winter cold leaves you alone in a blizzard? Your solitude will have you dead. He meant nothing harsh by it. Wey remembered a time when he thought like her. The aloneness he had felt and the shattering emptiness always haunted him. He feared it; one of the few things he did fear. Being alone has its advantages; I'll give you that. But being beta of a pack can be quite rewarding, no? It wasn't necessarily an offer, but the position he thought she would fit best. Betas had a lot of freedom and privileges; it seemed like something she could handle. It was like being alone but being a part of something.
Then again, said the Dragga. I'm sure your life now suits you well. You choose whatever you want to do, don't get bossed around, can roam where you want to. But I assure you, Weylyn's voice suddenly became rank with power, not the pretend-kind he'd used earlier, and threatening. If you trespass on my land, there will be hell to pay. It wasn't a threat toward her; no, it was just something that he meant. He didn't appreciate wolves coming and going as they pleased. A pack was a social group that worked together and outsiders could completely destroy that balance. Pride was in his eyes and the pride that was there resembled an alpha of great experience and wisdom. If any of his family were they, they would tell him he looked exactly like his mother; strong and true.
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Post by Rioga Oiche on Mar 19, 2010 21:42:54 GMT -5
A silence spread between them as he pondered what she had spoken and just because she knew he was thinking. The way he was not really paying attention to what she was doing, for he was relaxing and he had this look in his orbs that made her want to go up and hit him. He had to be visualent. Just because he was a alpha didn't mean that he was safe from other attacks, not including herself, and when he got himself killed, well she wouldn't let that would she? Nope, she was acting like a sentry, scanning the area for danger's and ready to defend herself...and him if he did not start paying attention already. The idiot, she thought, glancing away from him with a annoyed look.
Her orbs scanned the forest as thought's crossed her mind. She had scented another alphine brute before he got here, so she knew he was a new alphine. He might need her as a ally against his new pack if they decided to rebel. She would fight for him, though she hardly knew the brute. Alas, royalty and loyalty ran in her blood, so standing beside him and fighting with him was what she would do. He was lucky to have her as a ally...if she was a enemy his life would be living hell for she was a lupa who held grudges and made someone miserable for the rest of their pitiful life.
Her gaze flicked to him as he spoke, questioning her with pathetic questions. She bared one fang as she spoke "You forgot something already brute. I fight my own battles and don't need someone watching my hide. In the cold, I make a den and lay there until the storm passes. I am stronger then I look so don't I can't. Death is something I am not afraid of" she replied simply, his words not bothering her. She was a smart creature who had faired through worse things then that, way worse. Ri was thinking of other things when he spoke, hinting that she could be beta. She cocked her dome to the side as spoke "Beta? Hm, the rank has power and freedom and it would be foolish to deny so I will not. Though I love my loner self, I will join your pack. I know you are a new alphine and fighting for you and speaking with you will be my job" she dipped her dome slightly.
She froze though, as he spoke on the consequences if she refused. Well, she had already accepted so she ignored them, and the threat within them. She growled softly in her throat and whispered "The other pack's will be sorry if they get on my bad side, for I hold grudges and make other's miserable until they die, so be lucky I am on your side" she murmured, finally sitting down on her haunches, muscles aching slightly.
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 19, 2010 22:13:57 GMT -5
Weylyn was unsure of why she was upset when he relaxed. Un-tensing his muscles was not letting his guard down, for he listened to everything outside of their situation, as well as picked up every scent. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him. And besides that, if anyone dared attack him without his knowledge, they would deal with a hard hide and a fighter. Weylyn was not one to be taken by surprise; it hardly happened. Most wolves, even trying to mask their steps, were obvious. Their auras were easily detectable and their disturbing presence would give itself away one way or another. He was more of a laid-back observer, one that didn't need to be on edge all of the time. Wey could take in his surroundings without actually having to concentrate too hard on them; a trait his parents taught him well.
He had also expected her to brush off his questions; once a mind is set on its own course, he could do nothing about it. True, fighting your own battles is admirable, as is facing death. He admitted; he too saw the advantages of being alone. Her bared fang hardly meant anything to him. Though he stifled a growl in his throat; he didn't appreciate the disrespect, but somehow, he also somewhat liked it. Weylyn wondered what was wrong with him; he had always hated wolves like her. But there was something new; something interesting. He saw her muscles tense after he spoke of trespassing, though. Perhaps he had been a little harsh? He hadn't meant it toward her, but to outsiders in general. His hostility was something he couldn't curb on that topic and he wouldn't try to; it was better if wolves knew how he felt about it.
Ah! A new pack member! And one I actually know! How delightful. Though I can't ensure your acceptance to the rest of the pack; I'm not even sure if they like me, the way Weylyn said it, you'd actually think he was happy about it. He was optimistic now; he had someone on his side to work with, who would help him further his plans on changing Halasia. And she was strong, too. He grinned, large and toothy, toward her. I appreciate the loyalty. He said. I would be glad to fight with you. Weylyn, proud of his achievements, although they weren't really his achievements, held his head high. He stood, touched noses with her for less than a second and then laughed as he sneezed. His easy-going-ness was somewhat faked, but his excitement was there.
After a few seconds of foolery (he was a young wolf, after all) he shook off the dirt that had accumulated on his coat and turned toward the femme. Any chance of you telling me about yourself? Other than your name, all i know is you're...Irate? Impish? he paused for a second. Oh, right, Irish. Weylyn laughed at himself, although he didn't find it funny. Oh, and Rioga, welcome to Validus Animus. Wey walked next to her and pointed his head in the direction of his lands. He stepped over the boarder and waited for her to follow.
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Post by Rioga Oiche on Mar 22, 2010 16:23:21 GMT -5
A slow, easy chuckle that would send shiver's down another's pelt rumbled from her maw. She was not surprised the pack would not like her, many fae's did not and other brute's that managed to get by her figure and flirty attitude. "They don't have to like me at all, it is not their call. Also, their words will not affect me, my hide is tougher then they think. I only take in opinions from those who are truely close to me, stranger's are mere flies" she said simply, lyrics with holding emotion. She didn't want to let a certain one enter her lyrics. In truth, she had been hurt a bit by other's words but had just begun to ignore their tauntsn and jeers about her flirty behaivor and her ho-ish appearence.
Dropping her gaze, she studied the terra. She had not expected him to step forward and brush his nose with her's. She had stepped back quickly, meeting his gaze then, a mixture of emotions slipping from her hold. She winced when he sneezed and chuckled but shook it off, the past was past and now she was a pack lupa. Taking a deep breath, she let it escape the side's of her jowls before stepping forward, dome high and muscle's loose but inside she was falling a part.
Ri let a small smile escape onto her jowls as he tried to say Irish while heading for the boarder. She accepted the welcome and stepped forward, gait easy but with the predator in their depths, and slipped beside him. "Irish..the easy way to explain is that where I was born in across the ocean, on another land. My family has never seen this land but I was brought here....by humans" the tone with the word human's meant she did not want to talk about it and the case was closed. He got his explanation and she would not go farther. The last lupine that knew about her past had not taken it well. |
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Post by Weylyn Tokalawaya on Mar 26, 2010 5:33:38 GMT -5
Weylyn was happy to have someone walk beside him when he re entered his back land. He hardly had nay company anymore and he doubted most of the pack would accept him. He felt a bit sad at her words, though, because she said them indifferently. Had she said she didn't care about opinions angrily, Wey would've let it slide. However, he didn't press the matter, but just forced himself to remember that about her.
Stepping over his border was almost like something had taken over him. He walked higher, and in line, his steps even and smooth, his head high and proud. Weylyn had pride in his pack lands, but also was dominant about it. He surveyed the area, unlike he had outside of the border, for he wanted to make sure nothing was out of place. Many things were becoming familiar to him. He tried to ignore the faint smell of Azzuen he hadn't been able to get rid of. Either way, Weylyn was still in his element and hardly seemed out of place at all.
Brought over, eh? he said curiously. Weylyn hadn't ever heard of something like that, but he merely shrugged. Sounds like a difficult past, Wey went on, but didn't offer any words of sympathy. What would saying sorry or apologizing do? He couldn't change anything that happened and he wouldn't plan to; her past made her what she was, and, at the moment, he liked who she was. Changing her would change his perspective. He didn't want that. His tail wagged beside her, sometimes hitting her. He was larger and seemed dominant enough. He hadn't started his rule just yet, but it would begin soon and he wanted her support. Wey decided not to discuss what he was going to do until he addressed his pack, and therefore stopped.
Well, I trust you won't get lost. If you don't mind, i have a few things to do. I will see you later? Weylyn asked, looking in a different direction than they were headed. Or do you need a tour?
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