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☽ K ᴇ s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ☾ stood with his head hanging, tail drooping as he panted hard. The voices inside of his head were deafening, screaming for him to run, to flee, to leave and find the Alpha. Or, if not find him, then go kill some Viles, destroy them for following that filthy, lying, betraying Omega! How dare he turn on us, after all we did for him?! The wolf's elongated ears were pressed flat against his large skull, legs shaking as they fought to support him.

He even made others rise against us! After the countless times we protected him, kept him from being killed, even from being picked on by the rest of our Pack! GO! The alpha yelped, as if he'd been kicked, and toppled over in a tangle of beads and fur and confusion, laying on his side, yellow eyes staring and unfocused. "H-Help.." His voice was barely-audible over a whining noise...Is that us? He clamped his teeth down and the noise abruptly ceased. "N-Not..'us'..me." He knew he must sound insane, but right now, he was that, at best. It had grown so hard to separate the voice within his head from his own mind lately, and this...fit had come upon him all of a sudden, as he noticed a Vileclaw slink by a while ago. He needed someone to ground him here, in the present; Vurfang, Vileclaw -- he didn't care.

"S-Someone, please.."

Rothar paused as he was striding through the lush grasses. He stood silent and still for a long moment then his ears twitched and swiveled towards a soft sound not too far off. He turned hid head in the direction of the noise and his tail swished. If he had heard right that had sounded like a soft pleading for help. More curious than actually worried for the sake of some unknown Varsythe he shifted and and a light trot closed in on the source of the sound.

It didn't take long at all before he was standing not twenty feet from a large bluish white alpha male lying on his side. He stopped and looked down on him with slightly narrowed green eyes. He wasn't sure he liked the feel he was getting. The male did not appear injured but was lying there as if in great agony. The corners of his lips turned down and he spoke. "You look rather pathetic." He stated flatly.

The large alpha heard two wolves approaching, and with a great amount of effort, gave his head a rough shake, the bell hanging from his horn chiming merrily. A low voice asked him a question, and Kestrel fought to make the sounds into words. After a moment, he remembered that he had fallen over, and shame flooded him. Damn you. He hated appearing weak; he was an alpha, but more than that, he bore the Mark. Most Varsythe knew it on sight, and to see its owner writhing on the grass, with nary a wound upon him...

Kestrel clenched his jaw as a soft voice questioned him, a bit further off. A long ear twitched and the wolf cracked open his eerie eyes, their iris almost seeming to give off an unworldly light. He saw the Varsythe standing a few feet away, tall and proud; an alpha, the one who stated he looked pathetic. Despite wanting to snarl, the white alpha cracked a smile. "Astute observation." His nostrils flared and he cracked his mouth, tasting the scents of the two wolves on the air. Both my brothers, and not cousins. He had wished for anyone to appear, but he was secretly relieved that they were both Vurfang and not Vileclaw. Normally, if someone called him weak, Kestrel would be on them in a whirl of horn and fang and claw, but the colorful alpha's words were mere statement of fact, not an insult.

Carefully, the white alpha levered himself to his haunches and gave himself a good shake, the glass beads draped across his hindquarters rattling. When they quieted, he paused and tilted his head, ears erect, as if listening. His mind was his own once again. He turned his strange gaze first to the alpha in front of him, then glanced to his right at the omega standing some ways off. "No, I won't attack you. Thank you both for heeding my Call." For, indeed, as Kestrel said the words, he realized that he had invoked an ability that he rarely used for moral reasons, aptly named The Call. It put a compulsion in his words, and any wolf that heard him speak were bade to follow his command. But it was a subtle, sneaky thing, subtle and covert rather than blatant; it was said that the White Alpha himself was gifted with it, and Kestrel was thankful that he had inherited it.

"I'm Kestrel," He said, inclining his head slightly to the horned alpha. He could tell the male had his defenses up; he was an Alpha's Alpha. Stern, radiating strength and possessing a commanding voice and aura. His was the kind Kes was thankful for when a Clash of Kinds occurred; he'd much rather the male be fighting for the Vurfang than Vileclaw. "Please, come closer. You're among friends." His tone eased when he spoke to the Omega, knowing the male would be wary at best of coming near one Alpha, let alone two. Normally, when two Alpha Males occupied the same space, it was to exchange blood, not words.Giving the Omega an encouraging, gentle wag of his tail, Kestrel turned back to the cream and red male, an ear lowering. "Where is your Pack?"

Jester looks at the other alpha. His body unconciously moving lower to the ground and his head down. His neck showing. Two alphas.. and an omega.. Uncomfortable and very much the submissive omega that he is. Being in the two's presence just makes him even more wary.. They could be at each other's throats in seconds.. Yet they aren't at the moment. Though he couldn't be too careful. As the one that was on the ground gets up and provides a name. It sorta eases some of Jester's tension. Yet the other alpha is very.. intimidating to him.. As the white wolf, Kestrel, invites him closer. Jester hesitantly looks at the other Alpha. He doesn't want to get into any confrontations. Yet he knows that he would be the one that could be lashed out on. He is an omega after all.

Slowly he steps forward and stops a distance away. Closer than he was before but still in a range where he could turn and run if things got bloody. The other said he was among friends... Something Jester barely knows anymore. After losing the pack he once was in. He had been running for quite some time.. He probably should introduce himself.." They call me Jester.."

Rothar gave a light short huff of a laugh as the blue fallen alpha acknowledged his own weak appearance. Though his lips still held a slight frown, still on guard and wary of the strange situation. Though he felt no malice, ill will, or blood lust from him and he did not have the scent of a Vileclaw. The cautious omega garnered nothing more than a flick of the ear and a slight flare of nostrils as he quickly identified him as not threat of any kind.
He remained standing head high as he watched the fellow alpha, with great effort, sit up and shake as if the thing that had caused him so much agony was vanquished like water after a dip. Rothar stood is stoic silence as the white one addressed the other wolf. His intense green eyes looking over every inch of the alpha. They paused on the mark but even as he actually recognized it his expression didn't so much as flicker.
Rothar said nothing in response to the thanks and stood rooted to his spot even as he was bade to come closer by the one that he could now know as Kestrel. His ears stood erect and he said nothing until Kestrel turned his eerie eyes back to him and inquired of his pack. His tail twitched and he met Kesrel's gaze unwavering. "My pack is not yet assembled." His words short as if irritated to admit he did not yet have the grand pack that was deserving of his leadership.

Scampering after a leaf on the wind, Tuu almost didn't notice the other grown Vurfang until he tumbled out of the brush to land a few yards from where they stood. Ears suddenly going flat, he hugged the ground and tried to wiggle back under cover. He'd learned that adult Vurfang didn't like being pestered by pups, and some... were not to be trusted. He was still learning to know on sight who was a Vurfang and who was a Vileclaw. So far being a pup came in handy; nobody would think a pup posed a threat. And they were right. For now.

Yellow ]eyes followed the movement of the Omega as he neared, and he noticed from his wide peripheral vision -- a upside to having no pupil -- he saw the Alpha's verdant green gaze linger on his Mark.Not so much as the quirking of an eyebrow. Quite stoic, isn't he? Kestrel returned his gaze to Rothar, tilting his head.

"Not yet assembled." A statement, laced with a tinge of amusement. The Alpha flicked an ear instead of breaking into the smile that threatened to surface. He saw Rothar's forehead crease, yet thankfully the Omega neared then, tail between his legs and slinking low to the ground. Kes laid his ears flat against his head, extending his neck to nose to white and purple Varsythe on the shoulder. "My thanks for heeding my cry for help, Omega."

There was, after all, no need for overtly aggressive behavior after the first, submissive approach of the Omega unless one was in a Pack. And while Kestrel held tightly to the Rank hierarchy, this Omega was not his, and thus there was no need to put him in his place unless he got uppity. "What is your name, wolf?" He inhaled, but could scent no signs of a Pack on this one, either. Odd. Putting it out of his mind, Kestrel rose to his feet and stretched, working out the kinks along his back from the tenseness of his muscles; every time the Darkness spoke to him, he involuntarily seized up as if he stood facing down a nine-foot bear.

The Alpha's tail was raised high because of Rothar's presence, and he stood at his full height; large, even for a Varsythe. But he never lorded his mass over others -- he was already intimidating enough, what with the Mark and his eyes. Kestrel opened his mouth to address Rothar when he heard a small yip from behind him, and he turned sharply on his hind paws, toes curling to dig claws into the grass, giving him better traction. Almost every Varsythe knew him by his Mark -- from the oldest and most wise Gamma down to the youngest and foolhardy Newborn. If this was a threat, he would take it down and protect his brothers.

A young Pup had come seemingly from nowhere, tumbling out in a tangle of fluff and limbs from a hedge, his fur a cool grey tinged with aqua. "Well," His deep voice softened, his tone amused. "Who do we have here? Did you hear my words as well, or did you come to see what all the new smells and excitement were about?" His voice was musical, almost lilting as he spoke. He flicked his gaze towards Rothar and Jester, ensuring neither of them were showing aggression: Pups were so few among the Varsythe, as their females had a notoriously hard time conceiving out of season.

"I was huntin' a leaf." Tuu grinned, wagging his tail slightly. Gazing up at the one speaking to him, Tuu sneezed. There was something special about him, but he couldn't put his paw on it just yet. "My mum an' da called me Tuuluuwaq." Tilting his head curiously, he stared at everyone. So far, it seemed "safe" for him to remain, but he knew that not everyone could be trusted. Very tricky were the grown ups, oh yes.

Jester just about jumps out of his skin when Kestrel noses his shoulder. He stills and gives a slight nod." You needed help.. I couldn't just leave without trying to help." He looks at him. With the question he just assumes that he spoke too softly. He can tend to do that."I'm Jester.. I lost my pack weeks ago when Vileclaws attacked.. I barely got away. Been running ever since." With no pack he is in a tight spot. He knows that he is vulnerable in this state. He may be a hunter but he isn't no alpha. He just hopes that he can find a pack to join someday. Packs offer protection.. He would be on the bottom of the hierarchy but he doesn't mind that. Safety is his main concern.

His eyes turn to the sudden movement and he moves back a step. Yet when he see's it is but a pup he relaxes.. Pups are cute to him.. He doesn't want to scare the pup. He sits down so that he wouldn't seem agressive at all. Yet he still glances at the other alpha warily.