Come Hither. (Weylyn)

[Sydelle]

Unfamiliar territory. What was to expect from a place like this? The forest was magnificent, shadows casting monsters every which way, the trees nestling one another as the wind tossed their branches back and forth. The rain was insignificant compared to the draft billowing in from somewhere in the distance.

Sheltered from the drizzle beneath the trees, the large Lupa went unheard. The weather had created a nice mask to cover up her foot falls, though her scent would be picked up on within minutes of her crossing the border. It all depended on how close, or rather, how far the wolves of Validus Animus wandered towards the edges of their territory. Territory the young Grey had not set foot on as of yet, though she planned to within minutes of her buoyant jog. She was interested in the pack, hope and anticipation flooding through her limbs, carrying her along the forestry in a daze.

Of course, she didn't care to meet any of the members other than the Alpha. She was not here to get acquainted with the other wolves, as friendly as they might be, though she doubted they would tolerate trespassing on their ground. It was a risk she was willing to take with pride and an adorable bound, which she couldn't seem to help now that she was nearing the scent line! Giving no regard to the crackle of twigs beneath her feet, or the vegetation she was leaving her discarded fur on, she pranced onward until the scent of the pack, and more importantly the Dragga, brontled her nose.

With a brilliant sweep of the wind, Sydelle pushed through the brush and took her first steps on to marked ground. She yipped and danced her way further in to pack territory, self satisfied with her success. It had taken her days to move from the last pack to here, and she had a good feeling about this one! Now, all she needed was a meeting with whoever was in charge, and she would surely charm her way in to this little cluster of wolves like she had with all the others.

"Come hither, come hither, Oh Majestic one!" She murmured giddily, treading wherever she pleased, dancing and hopping, making herself known. Luckily the wind was in her favor, blowing the scent of her intrusion in every direction imaginable. There was no hiding. Oh no, Syd had not come this far to hide and fear this new pack, she would meet it face to face, whoever it was that found her first. Let the waiting commence!

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

The cold air blew ruffled fur around in the woods of Lasonia. Weylyn Tokalawaya, newly appointed leader of the pack, was still getting used to his territory; it had not yet rained or even darkened during the day and he was seeing just how good he had remembered his pack lands. Weylyn worked day and night, resting only in short spurts for sleep and food, making his way around the territory. His scent was now more dominant than the previous alpha and his eyes glittered with pride of his land. He had, however, yet to get to know the new pack, and wistfully thought of the good times they could have together. Wey knew of one pack member he trusted, that he could truly call a friend, and that was Rioga, for she had been invited by him into the pack. Her fierceness and loyalty had surprised him, as did her indifference. But that made no matter to him, for he was happy to have granted permission for a wolf to join. It was like the reality of becoming alpha had set in.

Weylyn heard the femme before he saw her. He had been in a bush, large and secretive, and his movements had been covered by the wind. One would merely think it was the bush blowing and not his body pushing through leaves and stickers and many other things. She had not crossed the border yet; he realized. He waited patiently, for she looked like she intended to come to his side of the pack. He also was tempted to watch her behavior before he could actually speak to her. He was the larger, and the more muscular, as most gray wolves were, and he wasn't afraid to use this to his advantage. So, for now, he would be a sneaky alpha with furtive behaviors. Soon enough she would see his true personality, and she wouldn't even realize he'd been spying in a bush.

Then again, he probably could've walked behind her. She traipsed into his pack lands and he stifled a growl; she had not been invited, and was trespassing, but her face held no malice, and her aura was clean. He let it slide, for if she wanted to join his pack, he would feel even less alone. He would have allies who could possibly convince other pack members of his wishes. He also wouldn't feel like such an intruder on the land. Weylyn waited for a bit more, until she opened her maw. Had he not moved forward, in line with her, he would've missed the words she whispered. Instead, he heard her speak "Come hither, come hither, Oh Majestic one!"

With a grin on his face, the wolf approached from the side, as not to seem too creepy and to announce his presence and dominance. His head and tail were high, and his eyes stared down at the other wolf. He looked high-and-mighty, for this was the pose he usually put on when trying to look proud. He unconsciously had a dominant look, however, when he wasn't paying attention. Now he walked over to the femme, wearing a large wolf grin and sat in front of her. Majestic, eh? I like that. A chuckle escaped Weylyn's maw, although his voice had a certain seriousness to it that would almost make it seem like he wasn't joking. I'm Weylyn Tokalawaya. I am Dragga of this pack. What should I call you? And what are you seeking in my pack lands? He didn't sound mad or angered, but his tone was flat. He also looked somewhat cocky sitting there, as if the whole world should bow at his feet.

Despite popular belief, Weylyn was not the flirt he made himself look like. Femmes could throw themselves at him all they wanted and it would have little affect. He didn't have too much of an interest; probably his fear of getting hurt and the fact that he grew up with mostly sisters, and they were annoying as hell. Either way, he wasn't going to let looks and flirtation rule him.

[Sydelle]

Sydelle had not noticed the presence until the Lupo was crossing towards her from the side. The wind gave him away before he could sit, and with a sharp swing of her mighty dome, audes flicked once and plastered themselves back against her scalp. It was not an act of submission, she was merely preparing herself for whatever confrontation this wolf, the dragga, had in mind.

She picked up on his dominance immediately, and still, she showed no respect other than the acknowledgment that he was there in front of her. Sydelle was too prideful for her own good, though just looking at the Lupo, her usual tirade of innocent would probably not fool him.

"You like that, hmm?" Her tone was suddenly taunting, the childish grin falling like a mask, leaving her lips peeled back in a sarcastic smirk. Her posture had matured as well, though she looked comfortable and unintimidated by the Dragga's introduction. "I'm glad it was you who found me, although, i was prepared to deal with your mate. The Drappa is always more territorial than her Dragga" She paused, licked her lips softly and took a dainty step forward, sashaying her body like some sneaky little thing, "Oh. She isn't your mate, after all. You do not smell enough like the Drappa to be her partner."

It was clear she had no intent of immediately answering his questions, her stormy eyes sliding up and down his muscular frame. She was nearly nose to nose with the dragga now, her demeanor calm and collective, intrigued. "You are Alpha, but not mine. I wish to keep my name to myself for now." The lupa stepped off to the side, watching him cautiously as she started to slink around the side of his body, circling him, "My business here is simple though. I wish to join your pack." She let the statement linger, though he had probably already predicted her reasoning for trespass.

Sydelle was confident with her disobedient attitude, that much was obvious. The large Grey snickered and prodded closer, sniffing at his fur whether he had remained seated or not, "Although, I have a few questions first, wolf. Before I offer you my loyalty and respect and feel you are worthy of being my Dragga." She was teasing, flicking her tail in the direction of his maw as she attempted to continue dancing about him casually, just waiting for him to strike her for such noncompliance to his authority.

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn was an odd alpha at best. He only displayed his power when he needed to. And for him to be provoked by the insignificant loner in front of him would've been an abomination. Weylyn merely brushed it off as immaturity, for that was how the wolf was acting. Her teasing, her ignorance to his dominance, that was all her being a child and he didn't care for it, but he also wasn't about to be annoyed at it. Some wolves were like that, and he would accept them anyway. Her taunts were nothing, for he knew he could fight this femme and win. Her cool lyrics and flirtatious behaviors would not get far with him. He merely grinned and took in what she said.

I have no Drappa. The Drappa is the previous alpha's mate. He needn't keep secrets. Even if this wolf took off and told the entirety of Halasia about what was going on, Weylyn wouldn't care. Even so, his words weren't what he truly felt. He could've added so much more. It was ability to hide his true self that made him quite the good alpha. It's odd that a wolf like yourself would come to my lands and keep her name, but try to test out my worth. What makes you so sure I would accept you? Weylyn wasn't implying that he was going to deny her acceptance, but more of the point that one shouldn't step onto his land to test his worth. Then again, some wolves were like that, and he accepted that. In his pack growing up, there was a motley of wolves that had joined. They were all worthy, despite their levels of maturity. When he thought back to Rioga's coming-- wait, he shouldn't be thinking of her right now. He mentally shook himself for the distraction, even if it lasted for half a second.

Feel free to ask, Weylyn said, with the smallest rumble in his chest. I would be glad to be interrogated by a prospective pack member. He spoke honestly. Her dancing didn't effect him; femmes could try all they wanted, but wooing him was quite the difficult task.

[Sydelle]

The artful Grey was not trying to Woo Welyn at all, this was merely her personality. It often made her seem distrustful and ignorant, however, she was very loyal to those that passed her judgment. It wasn't a hard thing to do either, and the answers he gave in return would be all she needed to hear in order to make a decision.

"I do not mean to insult you, Weylyn." She stopped her pacing and stood before him, tilting her head softly to the right, then the left before dropping rather precariously to her haunches. "I am just cautious. I am young, yes, but I have seen and done things beyond my years. I have learned not to trust so easily.. especially with you authoritative types." She was smiling, her lips peeling back to present a set of flawless ivories. "Thank you for being so pastoral about me. After all, I have trespassed and insulted your status, but I mean no harm by it. I assure you."

Most wolves she conversed with considered her a threat, between her size and her coy personality. Weylyne had remained calm. She liked that, he was already showing his talents as Alpha quite nicely. She giggled, her tail thumping against the dirt. "Now, the serious stuff!"

Sydelle was rather immature. There was no doubt about that. It especially showed when she was giddy and excited, and with such a good feeling about this particular pack thanks to its new Dragga, her bubbly personality was slowly slipping through the cracks and destroying her collective mask. "I want to know why you have chosen to be Alpha. What your intentions are for your pack. And, last but not least," She licked her lips, taking her time before she finished her sentence, "How much freedom I would have. You must understand, I don't intend to join a corrupt pack, or one where I have no free will. I'm sure you can respect that."
With a soft nod of her head, smile still in place, she wrapped up her little speech and sat patiently for his response.

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn grinned at her apology; had he really been mad or insulted, he would've turned a cold nose and would've acted like a brat. But he didn't proving himself rather hard to figure out. He nodded at her, accepting her words kindly while he sat there. He looked down upon her. You have right to be suspicious, although I'd like to say ahead of time I'm not one of those wolves you have to be suspicious about. Weylyn grinned kindly and nodded at her, waiting for her questions.

Every wolf in the pack has their freedom. I don't plan to rule with an iron fist; you may explore, hunt, sleep whereever and whenever you like. He purposefully waited until the end and held a pause before answering her other question. I became alpha because I was born to be one and I quite like the position. It also gives me the ability to ask a pack to do what I like. I plan on working on the side of good to prevent any evil from taking over. Weylyn hoped he had answered the questions correctly and that was enough for her.

[ooc:sorry so bad, i really have to go]]

[Sydelle]

Sydelle was being very well behaved for once. She wasn't usually this polite or patient when she spoke with other wolves, especially when they controlled or belonged to a pack. Her whole life up until now had been a rush, frustrating and tiresome. She was bored of her past and hoped to throw it all to the wind and start over. Weylyn, she hoped, could help her do that. So she sat and tried to be as respectful as her outspoken ignorance would allow her to be.

When he replied she nodded her head softly, her nails scratching soft grooves in the dirt. She was anxious, excited and frightened. He hadn't showed any reluctance to speaking with her or answering her questions, but that did not mean he would accept her as one of his followers. Sydelle really hoped he would because everything he was saying gave her new hope in starting a new life, with a new family to surround her and help her forget. Of course, even if he accepted her it didn't mean the rest of the Validus Animus would.

When he finished speaking she turned her head, cocking it to the side. It looked like she might be watching something among the trees, unmoving. Even her breathing was shallow and barely distinct enough to lift her chest. When she finally spoke she didn't face him. Instead the Lupa picked herself up again and padded a few steps away from him. "You say you want to work for the greater good.." She trailed off and paused, licking her lips, "But what happens if something evil does try to take over, Weylyn? What are you going to ask us to do? Die for your cause?"

She didn't like the sound of dying for his little delusion about being the "good" side. There really were no good and bad, at least not in Sydelle's opinion. Everyone did things that were right and wrong, and everything was your own decision. It didn't make you evil, or a hero, it just meant you were fighting for something different. However, should he become her Dragga, she would give her life to keep him safe. Sydelle was very loyal, no matter how little she knew about her Alpha. It was a pack's responsibility to protect the only thing keeping it together; its Protector.

"I approve of your belief's anyway, Weylyn. I would like to become a part of your pack. To show my loyalty to you, as my Dragga." She doubled back and stopped in front of him again. Slowly, watching his eyes, she lowered her head, let her ears fold back against her scalp. Submission. "If you will accept me, of course."




OOC: It's okay. That wasn't bad at all. Cx

[Weylyn Tokalawaya]

Weylyn could feel her nerves building up. There was a slight tension in the air, but he hardly minded it at all. Perhaps it was good to be apprehensive; you didn't want to hand your furture to just any wolf. And so far, this femme and porved herself well enough to join the pack. Weylyn wasn't very particular about his members; there were just two rules. Number one was you had to believe in good over evil, or something along those lines. He didn't mean that you shouldn't have evil in you, but more so that you overcame that evil, or bad, and direct your actions in a more positive manner toward good. If every wolf was denied for having evil in them, Weylyn would not have a pack at all. Number two was you had to be loyal to your pack. No, that didn't mean getting along with every single member. It meant doing the best you could to provide a general well-being to the entirety of the pack. Now, Weylyn wasn't very keen on having wolves traipse all over his territory when they felt like it. He was a proud alpha, as his actions proved, and he wouldn't let anyone steal his position.

If I ask my pack to die for my cause, I would be a bad leader. I don't want my pack mates, my family, my friends, to die for some 'cause.' I don't believe in that kind of stuff. I would just like someone behind me, willing to help when I need it, Weylyn's voice rose and fell with his emotions. He was deeply involved in the words he was saying. If I go into battle, I will not force anyone to fight with me. I would much rather go in alone than force my fellow mates to face such treason. Weylyn's eyes somewhat drifted away from her, as if thinking to himself. He was drawn back, however, after a few seconds of pausing. He looked toward her as she made the offer.

First, femme, I would like your name. Then you may go explore your new territory as an auxiliary of Validus Animus. Weylyn smiled down at her with a large, almost devious, grin.

[Sydelle]

Sydelle remained in her profound state, only her eyes elevated to watch the expression on his face. She could see the emotion behind his mask. The fact that he could show it made her very proud to have picked this wolf to be her Dragga. A lot of wolves with power let it swallow them up until they became emotionless, tiresome things.

The large femme picked herself up slowly as he welcomed her to his territory, a small smile avash on her maw. This was it, the start of her new life. Whether it worked out was something she would have to look forward to. If it didn't she would just resign from the pack like she had done many times before and start fresh. "Thank you, Weylyn." She ducked her head once more before lifting her nose to the sky, unable to hide the small wag to her bane.

"My name is Sydelle Fallon." The lupa rose to her paws, letting her torso slide forward in a mock bow. Then, she was all serious, her clouded orbs narrowing with a little conviction,"To reassure you, as my Dragga, I would follow you in to battle with the intent to risk my life. But not necessarily because I am ducky about your cause. I will have to hear more about it sometime before I choose to defend it with everything I have. I am here for you to call upon if you ever need a reassuring advocate at your side, though. Please don't hesitate to test my loyalty."

And then her legs were moving again, away from him, her tail whisking softly through the breeze at her flank, "Again, thank you. I won't disappoint you, Weylen." She grinned, "Now, it is time to research my new home and meet a few members of my family.



(Gah. Really crappy end post. I apologize! D:)"