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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:14 pm
 Life was in constant turmoil. In his birth pack, Trystan had at first had to face the terrors of his siblings every day. Their teasing and taunting had been so hurtful to the only kind son his mother had birthed, that the red pup had sought hiding places and protection all day. As the days wore on and his many siblings either left, were killed, or assumed positions in the pack or their rival pack, Trystan was still not at ease. His main tormentors, Coatlicue, Cizin and Xipetotec had left behind them far too much trouble to make any kind of life pleasant. With days of labor, and months of careful repair, Trystan had been able to fix what damage had been left behind. Yet a wake of problems spouted up where ever his siblings went. He took it upon himself to correct these.
Leaving behind his old ways, and even his old name, Trystan had been looking for only one thing in life. Restoring order in the name of his good mother, to make up for all the wrongs created by his brothers and only sister. Such a task was time consuming, and yet he felt so far he had done a decent job of it.
Many a times he had walked the path of a pack with multiple females assaulting him with their litters of oddly colored pups, often lacking ears--Xipe's signature offspring. Never could he come to understand why his brother was so intent on female company.
And as he strode old hunting grounds alone, he finally began to wish he himself had someone around to talk to in these quiet times. Leaving the packlands was not something he did often, for he feared being let back in. But Trystan was having a very difficult time maintaining his rank in his brother's pack, and felt that very soon he would be forced out. As it was the only thing keeping him there at current was the seer's son, Lestat. He, but a young male, wouldn't be able to assure Trystan a safe life among his own brothers. No, it wasn't always the best idea. But the red panda colored male hunted away from that pack, where he soon would become the hunted.
Kicking up dirt and weeds as he went, the male gripped tightly to the neck of his victim, a young deer not quite to the halfway mark in it's life. Shaking his head from side to side and tearing deeper in, he felt warm blood splash against him and eventually, life lose it's spark in his young victim. The mother knew it's fate as soon as he had appeared, and had only watched for a few moments before disappearing entirely.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:41 pm
Having taken a couple days leave of the small territory of her pack, Einsame Lykos, the young adult chocolate colored femme moved with creme colored socked paws. Being only one of three offical female's in the male based pack walking around was a past time for the young adult, unless of course she was watching her grandfather.
Thoughts plagued the dark skull as she moved through and amoung the bunches of trees. Though distracted with an array of unconcerning pressures, the femme's ears twitched to the sound of a fleeting deer. Caramel eyes moved up from the treaded path to watch a white tailed doe hop away. She licked her maw, but then shook her head, Alina had ate before leaving the den.
Sitting down briefly to scratch behind her left ear, a scent made the black oasis in the middle of the creme maw twitch to life. The scent was blood from a freshly killed meal and that of a newer scent, a male. Standing back upright, the caramel eyes moved gently across the trees surrounding her and her nose twitched to pin point the scent.
Before her mind connected with her paws, the femme was on the go towards the new and familiar scents. Though and ever persistant thought was not to get to close until it was determined what the strange male was like.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:00 pm
Life was tiresome. When he had been younger, been Abastken, life was all about escaping the threats to enjoy the beauty of it all. Those days spent soaking in the warm sun atop a grassy hill. And now he only had those nights of standing beside the next assaulted wolf to come under someones' wrath.
It was all so much easier with the innocence of childhood. What he wouldn't give to have some of that cherished warmth back to his dim life. How though? He had hoped, that by correcting wrongs, and watching his brother, life would somehow gain back its joys. Yet all it did was become tiresome and continually drudge on.
Dipping his nose in the warmth of his meal's carcas, he used the feeling to clear his mind. There was no use reminisking in the old days. All he had was today. Not even a promise for tomorrow. It would be truly something to have even one true friend right now. And yet, all such things were denied him.
After all, where would he find one?
Slowly opening his eyes the male looked up as he heard footsteps. Someone was approaching, but the wind was not in his favor. Who could it be? Warily he moved away from his kill and quietly to the side until he found the one spot where his scent wouldn't carry towards the footsteps. He was, essentially, invisble. All the better to size up who ever it may be.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:28 pm
Head low and ears thrusted foreward, as the creme maw and then seconds later the caramel eyes proded into the clearing. The female's ears began to twitch ever so slightly with her nose, the kill wasn't what she wanted, and being killed over a male's kill wasn't on her list of things to do on this day.
She didn't move to much further into the clearing, for fear of being flanked, two-leggers atleast taught her that much. Though at the thought of the skin bags a low growl broke from her throat absentmindedly.
Alina closed her eyes and shook her head, thinking of her grandfather and her kind, but yet special, pack. With a deep sigh the aggrivation that had rippled down the dark and oddly characterized spine subsided.
"Great, whoever is or was here is going to think I'm either a mental case or a threat," she grumbled under her breath and with small warry steps, inched foreward. Eyes darting from every branch and low brush that was near by, then as one dipped paw entered the clearing. Alina paused, What if it was a trap set up? No, stop thinking about them otherwise just continue your walk! she instructed herself and stopped only once her creme tipped tail only remained in the bushes behind her.
"Hello?" she called out, face as cold as steel or about as expressive as it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:37 pm
The thorough never missed anything. After much time learning to become such, Trystan didn't miss the low growl. What had caused it, he didn't yet dwell on. The fact was, he'd heard one. And when you were about on friendly reasons, you just didn't growl.
At least, he didn't. But his siblings did. So perhaps he was just behind the times?
Carefully and silently Trystan had worked it all out in his mind, and had crept forward. This stranger was a bit confusing to him. He could smell her uncertainty, and yet she didn't seem all that threatening. Worse come to worst, he had a good feeling he was at least larger than her, and could at least take her if a fight broke out.
With great care he crept behind her and lept out at her back. Not in a way so as to attack her, but to move her forward, where he could actually get a glimpse at her. His manner was not threatening, he hoped she would see. But he was greatly curious as to who the devil would be about at this time.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:04 pm
Her ears were twisting and turning like a humming birds flapping wings, something inside of her body was causing her heartrate to sky rocket. Her tail twitched and her eyes were never steady on one spot, a chipmunk hopped out of the bushes on the opposite side of the clearing then the kill. It looked at her and then ran off back into the undergrowth.
Suddenly the fur on the back of her neck raised up and she felt the presence behind her, plus a paw on her backside. Leaping in the air and twisting about was something that the humans had made her perfect since puppyhood. Her eyes locked on to a red and white masked male in the very spot she had just been standing.
No direct threat rolled off the male, so her stone facade wasn't broken, though her eyes were not twitching. "Who are you?" she inquired and then realizing her position between the male and the kill, she circled to the side, but never shifted her caramel eyes from him.
Her tail bristled slightly at the thought of his calm and unhostile stance to be a mask of something more. She shook her head, no the mongrels didn't kill deer, they herded them like the other four-legged grass eatters. Calming her pulsing heartrate, her tail relaxed. "Don't sneak up on others, it isn't nice," she muttered and still waited for his reply, but loosened her stance slightly by rolling her shoulders.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:11 pm
Trystan collected himself mentally as he examined the female before him. She was younger, of course, but he himself wasn't old. Interesting, interesting pelt. He didn't recal ever seeing one quite like it, and he had fourteen brothers and a sister. Still, a female was no reason to completely lose his suspiscion.
"Who am I? It seems I am the one who should be asking that." He said, considering the possibility that perhaps he was in the wrong. But, she didn't carry a smell like that of this place, so he supposed she owned these lands no more than he did.
"I am Trystan, brother of a ruthless alpha, and stranger to these lands. And you, my dear?" He remarked, brushing off her last comment. He did not like having others surprise him by appearing, but that was no reason to be rude.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:50 pm
Alina moved her eyes back and forth upon the male's face. He was bigger then her and seemed better built, but the coloring of his pelt oddly remained her of a red colored raccoon with a white mask. Plus wolf size.
Something told Alina that he wasn't exactly harmless, but not to fear him unless she provoked a fight. Her ears stayed trained foreward however as the male began to speak. Only a twitch of her brow showed a fraction of an expression that never developed on the femme's maw.
"You're slightly right, but if my nose tells me correctly, you have no more claim here then myself," she murmured, never letting her eyes drop as she twitched her nose ever so often. However, Alina kinda knew this territory alittle since it wasn't far from her packlands and she wandered about in it on occasion (sp?).
The left ear flickered back at the mention of a ruthless alpha brother and being called My dear. Was this wolf like the males in her pack? She hadn't been called My dear by a stranger since she was a pup meeting her grandfather.
"That must be unpleasant," she commented not bring anything to her stone like face that would have exposed her prior thoughts. Then she continued, "I'm Alina, from a small pack not far from here, and I wander this place on occasions."
Glancing towards the side where the dead deer was she then added, "sorry for appearing on you during your meal, I just didn't recognize your scent," the dark femme confessed locking her eyes sharply back to Trystan.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 10:02 pm
The red male chuckled and seemed to grow more lax. This female would not harm him. Could not. He was not like his angry brother, and yet he didn't see the use in trying to persuade her of his nearly harmlessness. To his glee, though, he noticed how unaffected she seemed. Well, he supposed, that was good.
"You're correct. I have no claim here. And yet I'm hoping you won't begrudge me one meal?" he nodded. "I do not mind, Alina. I would have done the same.
Could a female truly be so expressionless? Her face didn't change, and he'd noticed. At first he couldn't figure out why, apart from her pelt, she seemed so different. But it was her face, her bland face.
"Such a pretty face surely has a pretty smile. And certainly a pretty frown. Why do you show neither?" It wasn't really his place to ask, and he felt a bit nosy. But that did not stop his curiosity.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 10:26 pm
Alina tilted her head slightly and looked back towards the path she had followed in. "It's not my place to say you can't eat. My packmates hunt here ever so often, but so does others. I think our alphas like have a mutual ground between packs."
Caramel eyes moved back towards the male and feeling oddly uncomfortable. The dark hunches met the dirt and her tail wrapped itself around her creme paws to prevent from shuffling her paws. The left ear came back to face foreward and her right ear twitched ever so often.
Though living with a pack full of male on male wolves the comment of a pretty face brought her brows together. Alina remembered her puppyhood friend, Amarii, having this big smile and furious wagging tail. Only around the tricolored pup had expressions been truly found, this thought made Alina think.
"I guess having no family, but that of an adoptive grandfather and a hyper friend, I never really learned expressions. My grandfather is a kind wolf, but not one for expressing everything, plus if you don't show emotions no one knows when your terrified." She confessed. Alina was never one to brush off a question, though she did take a moment to think the answer true never did she ignore one.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 8:49 pm
Alina may not have been the sort to brush off a question, but Trystan wasn't the type to favor awkward moments. This though, interested him to a degree.
A wolf with no family? That always was difficult for him to understand. Having fifteen brothers and a sister made life a constant blur of action, emotion, and in his case trouble. But the important part, was the word 'emotion'. His siblings had enough life and expression to fill the entire ocean and simper up into the clouds.
Growing up showing none?
That was a challenging thought.
And yet, it wasn't an arguable thing. And so he accepted it, yet gave up on attempting to wrap his brain around it.
"True, but if you never show terror then you never show joy. If joy is not important to express, then why do so many wolves struggle their whole lives to find it?"
Well, he didn't really know. But it only seemed logical. Not that he was present to lecture, mind you.
Dipping his head he prodded his kill and quietly tore a thin strip of meat from it. Chewing very little, and swallowing a good deal, he returned his attention to the female. "What do you do for fun?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:03 pm
Alina felt awkward keeping the male from his meal, but for some reason she couldn't tear herself away and go back to aimless wandering. That would be before going back to Deimos and Alex's pack.
Her deep caramel eyes flickered about the males face, as if trying to understand him and his own expressions. With Trystan's question she only briefly thought about the truth that she had came to realize. "Actually I can't say I don't show any emotions with facial expressions. If I feel a certain emotion swell up to grand my face contorts in a fashion that seems to match that emotion."
With another slow pause, the dark femme thought about the actual question. "Other's look for joy to fill the hollow spaces that reside in themselves, but that space doesn't exactly have to be know to them. It's can be an instinctual thing looking for something lost, but they don't know what is lost." This was what had been her motive to wander around before her grandfather and after the waterfall incident.
A shudder rippled through her, there was the reason why death wasn't a fear to her. Going through a tiny crevice of an opening in dark water as a pup would scare fear out of anyone. Her ears welted at the thought, but quirked slightly to the male's next question.
What did she do for fun? Walked around the pack territory. Watched the fish swim about in the water. Hung out with Axel. That thought kept her busy for days, but it was always a fun adventure with Axel though he seemed to want a worshiper in everyone, but the alphas.
"I personally can hang out with pack mates, watch the fish in the rivers, find my old friend and take casual strolls about the territory," that was her honest answer, but out loud her fun was sounding abit boring. There needed to be a bit more spice in the life of her small growing pack.
"How about yourself Trystan?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:32 pm
Indeed it did sound a bit boring. Yet her answer as to emotion sounded very well put, and he decided not to prod further. You couldn't force someone to be happy, but certainly you could try to help them to that point.
What better way than to try and have fun?
"Do you like the stars?"
He himself found stars quite interesting. They were so small, and numerous in the night. Some made shapes, and with shapes came stories. But you could only see them at night, and even then only if it wasn't thick with cloud. There was even a star that could lead one home, if they knew where to find it.
Something gave him the impression that she wasn't about to go and wrestle a doe for fun, so he hoped he could find something to spark her interest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 6:03 pm
Stars? Well of course the femme enjoyed the night sky, she had always looked up in her youth and believed that she wasn't at all alone, after all the same sky covered the whole world right. If she could have lifted the corners of her maw on whim, she would have given a soft smile at some of the craziness that had filled the chocolate femme in her solitude.
She was thankful of her pack, but sometimes she did fell awkward around even the slight few. Oh well that didn't matter, she did love her packmates like she would have brothers.
So for Trystan's new question her head moved up and down. "Yes, especially the groups that I've seen move across the night sky. They make the world go back into proportion."
It was true Alina had a boring life, but she could hold her own in any fight. However, she did feel the want to excuse herself from the male's company to let him eat in peace, so she decided to offer, "If you want I'll leave you be and let you eat your fresh meal."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 7:06 pm
The red male smiled broadly. It was always nice to find a connection over something as beautiful as stars. And indeed, he felt he'd found something that he could use to potentially excite a smile out of her.
As flies descended upon his kill, Trystan remembered that he really was hungry. At her words he nodded gratefully.
"Thank you, Alina. I hope to see you again, perhaps another time we can discuss the many stars?"
He liked running into good company. Especially when he lived with the brutes he did. Though he had a feeling he'd likely run into this particular female again before all was done and through.
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