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 Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 12:17 am
Piper strode from the woods, a smirk on her face. The month of March brought new light into her life -- she'd grown into the giant paws and bat ears and head that kept her top-heavy... She was no longer a puppy, a mere whelp who could do nothing on her own without a reprimand.
Sure, she still felt like the same wolf. Nothing had changed besides the fact that she was one more step closer to freedom. Not that she had any limits in the first place.
Born of a rather unusual pairing, her father had left them when they'd been born, wanting nothing to do with a family. Her mute mother and her hardly-qualified wannabe alpha of a brother lived in the depths of the Gomorrah pack. Her sisters had long since strayed from being too close to the little family. Beauty could be found preening and Abital was a treasure hunter and only had eyes for shiny objects.
But Piper...
Piper was free. And being free meant she could wander without worry. Gerda knew she'd not return. No one seemed to care, anyhow. And Piper sure as hell didn't.
This would be fun.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:43 pm
Faile was nervous about moving beyond pack borders for the first time since Broken Shore had been founded. Zahra was doing well, but she was still just a pup and therefore defenseless on her own. The 'boys' would take care of her, of course...but still. The dark she-wolf wanted nothing more than to stay in her own pack lands and take care of the budding family.
But she needed others to know the pack even existed, that she had laid claim to those lands. Borders had to be marked, relations forged. So, reluctantly, Faile loped along on a diplomatic mission to nowhere in particular.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 8:48 pm
The youth was oblivious for a long while, trotting along at a steady pace, loving the feel of her dark back soaking the sun up. The spring's warmth was amazing, she'd admit.
One minute she was humming to herself; the next, the fur on the nape of her neck bristled and she stopped on a dime, lifting her head to test the air.
The scent of an alpha -- a b***h, infact -- tickled her nostils and she let out a snort. Her tail rose high and her lips wrinkled in a small snarl and she let out a low growl.
She wasn't cocky, honest!
In fact, she had no idea what she was getting herself into!
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 8:58 pm
Faile stopped cold at the sound of a growl, hackles and tail raising as a soft rumble issued from her own maw. She didn't want to fight on an outing meant to make friends, but she had a pack, a family, a pup to think of. If she had to make a choice between that or friends...well, she'd pick her pack any day. Blood was thicker than water, after all.
Emerald green eyes narrowed as she spotted the adolescent, and she relaxed her guard just a little. "Stand down and relax...I'm not here for a fight, and I don't think you are either," she said, regarding Piper warily. "And I'd recommend not growling at strangers until you see who they are first. Not everyone's like me." Sure, her tone remained a bit assertive. But as an adolescent, the stranger immediately ranked lower in her eyes, and she certainly wasn't an alpha of anything at her age.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:21 pm
Piper paused, watching the jet-black female first bristle, then relax. She didn't let her guard down. You didn't let your guard down where she was from. She regarded the alpha's calm words with a smirk, and though her tail dropped down to a beta's position, her ears stayed keen.
Slowly she made her way over to the other femme, each pawstep deliberate and her golden eyes never straying from Faile's green ones. She stopped a mere foot from the alpha, fur flattening down slightly. Then, to show how unworried she was, she sat down, leaning her weight to one hip.
She had nothing to fear from this one. Nothing at all. "And you are?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 9:49 pm
Faile fought to keep from snapping at the teen, although the sheer arrogance of the other she-wolf made her blood boil. She didn't bother to move off of all fours, taking advantage of her standing position to loom over the seated young female. "Faile of Broken Shore." Her tone was clipped and short, a sign of her irritation. She was a proud wolf, and being summarily dismissed by a half-grown stranger was a true test of her patience.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:02 pm
"Never heard of you." Piper regarded her with a quirked brow, gaze shifting to the gem sitting on the alpha's forehead. A gem that matched her back.
A gem that Abital would've surely nicked if given the proper time. Not that she missed them or anything, her family.
And then Piper realized what Faile was doing. She was asserting herself! A weight like a vice grip pressed against her chest as the alpha towered over her.
Her skin prickled and she began to tremble, ears flattening against her skull. They were all like this, considering her a pushover. She shoved herself to her feet and let out a snarl, body tensed and waiting for the first blow.
It was times like this that the young wolf needed taught a lesson. And a rough one at that.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:13 pm
"I'm sure you'll have time to remember the name," Faile muttered. Noticing the young one's eyes shift to her adornment with an avaricious gleam, she couldn't help but growl softly in anger. This...pup...coveted the one thing she had left to remember her slaughtered birth pack with?! With a curl of her lip and a grunt, she shoved her weight against the young female and stepped back. "A lesson, whoever you are. An alpha's an alpha, no matter what their name is." Her own eyes glittered with scorn as she started to heartily regret choosing this direction for a diplomatic foray. Hopefully wherever this youngster came from, it was much, much further away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:24 pm
Piper wasn't interested in the gem herself. It would slow her down...although it would draw attention to all the boys. But she didn't need a gem to do that.
She had readied herself for an attack, not a shove. Faile was much larger and stronger, even though she didn't look it, and Piper tumbled backwards like a little puppy.
She knew better. In her heart, anyway. Her heart told her to back down, to turn away before this wolf skinned her alive. Lilith would've.
But her mind, and her ego, lead this little wolf at this moment. So she lunged with fangs bared at the black femme, not considering the consequences.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:46 pm
"Stop this, now!" Faile snarled, doing her best to grab the other female by the scruff of her neck and hold her like an errant pup. She felt teeth dig into her shoulder, but refused to show any sign that the blow had landed other than a wince and a doubling of the effort to seek a strong hold. Another alpha might have sent the adolescent scurrying home with open weals to serve as a stinging reminder not to make the same mistake again...but that was the last thing Faile wanted to accomplish. As irritating as this young female was, she did NOT need angry parents or worse--a furious pack--knocking at the door to her den demanding retribution. No matter that the young one had attacked her first, for she wasn't on her own lands. So Faile fought, not to wound or kill, but to knock down, to toss aside, to intimidate. She didn't want to leave a single mar on this young she-wolf's hide.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:00 am
A faint, but bitter, taste of blood stained her teeth where her fangs scraped, barely dealing damage. She spun to give another blow, but she found herself dangling an inch or so above the ground.
Hanging like a -whelp- in her mother's mouth. Fury glittered in her gaze, clouded with suspicion, as she flailed for a moment, trying to snap at anything she could get her mouth on, growls erupting from her throat like lava from a volcano.
Faile didn't let her down. She just stood there, her grip firm.
Piper didn't respect many people and only hated a few. Gerda was one of the few. The mute she-wolf had been hardly a mother at all. She hadn't set boundaries for her children and now they were getting into trouble all their own. The girls had viewed her as a pushover, and that's exactly what they did. She let them walk on her. She turned her head away and pretended it never happened.
But Faile wasn't turning her head. Faile was strong...perhaps not physically, but emotionally.
Piper's growls ceased and ever so slowly, she let herself relax in the black alpha's grip. Defeated...
"I'm Piper...of Gomorrah."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 2:29 pm
Faile spat Piper out as though the adolescent's fur left a bad taste in her mouth, unceremoniously dropping her on the ground before backing away a step. "And is it a custom of your pack, Piper, that you must be beaten before you give your name?" She lifted a brow, a gleam of sardonic amusement flickering in her gaze. "If that's the case, I wouldn't go outside pack lands until I was very sure that I could defeat any I came across. Names are generally the first thing exchanged, not blows." Piper might be an annoyance, but maybe she could at least provide some insight into the Gomorrah, and whether they could be an alliance, or best avoided.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 7:35 pm
Piper went from being suspended in mid air, to colliding with the ground. She jumped to her feet and swung to greet the female once again, though her tension was gone. "My pack? Nope. Their customs're dark desires, bloodlust and sex. The weak don't survive and all that jazz. That's just my custom," she chuckled under her breath.
"I refuse to cower under some wannabe she-God like a puppy. I don't respect just anyone. And I'm guessing that neither do you, Faile. I'm also going to assume that your pack is small and family oriented and that you're the mother figure that everyone turns to. Correct?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:03 pm
Faile narrowed her eyes, silent for a long moment as she readjusted her assessment of this young female. She was sharp for her age...one could only hope that she wasn't sharp enough to cut herself with. Then again, she herself hadn't been stupid when she was that young. "You could say that, Piper. I do my best to avoid the need for dissent among the pack." The adolescent's pack sounded not only worthy of avoidance, but unstable as well. If Piper was feeling the need for a change of leadership, who else might? Well...hopefully that would mean they'd be too busy infighting to worry about attacking a smaller pack. "You don't sound too happy to be there."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 12:35 pm
Indeed, Gomorrah was a pack all its own. A pack that, while she was a pup, was large enough to fulfill her needs. It was hardly busy, but the members minded their own business. Even Gerda had been left to birth and raise four pups on her own without supervision or even knowledge from Lilith.
Ducking under the radar, she'd left the boundaries to wander and scope out new packs and wolves that might join Gomorrah, to test their limits and fulfill their fantasies.
She'd only been gone for over seven suns, yet had found no one 'worthy' of Lilith's pride. And Piper realized why.
Her expectations were high, higher than most wolves could manage. She was hardly an alpha. Her pack was crumbling and she did nothing to stop it.
After a moment, she looked Faile in the eye. "I'm not there, am I."
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