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Frozen leaves cruched under her paws as the black wolf padded away from town. The cold air seemed to energize her, and as none but the strongest wind could cut through her coat, she was quite warm. As her muscles warmed up she broke into a slow lope, her paws drumming a familier beat on the earth. The last few days had been... amazing. She was part of a pack again, and the joy that came with that knowlege was overwhelming. She hadn't been that happy since before her brother's death.
Being new to the pack, Voron knew very few of the members. While not antisocial, she was accustomed to being on her own. Even before her mother had driven her away, she had had very little contact with wolves outside her immediate family. And although she would never admit it, some of the wolves around here scared her silly. She knew that her old pack's ways were strange and outdated, but the customs had been drilled into her since birth. And when she greeted a superior wolf with her tail between her legs and belly brushing the earth, she got strange looks. No one was unfriendly to her, but she felt alien.
Voron slowed to a trot as she wondered if she'd be happy anywhere. When she had been a wanderer, all she wanted was a pack. Now look at me! she thought. I finally have a pack, and I'm out wandering around alone again. She slowed even further, to a slow walk. Her nostrils flared as she scented the air. A pricking of her rounded ears showed that she found what she wanted. The black wolf turned north and trotted for a few minutes untill she reached a fast flowing stream. Her sharp white teeth flashed as her tounge lapped up the ice cold water. Sated, the black she-wolf sat back on her haunches and stared into the crystal clear waters.
"Zhizn' prozhit' ne pole pereyti," she said quietly, the forgein words flowing easily out of her mouth. The saying seemed to relax her, as speaking Russian always did. It brought back memories of her father's kind golden eyes staring at as she struggled with the words. Now Russian was almost as familiar to her as English. She would forever be thankful to her father for that gift.
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No sorrow for the slain, no mercy on the battlefield, Toklo thought to himself as he trudged through the cold, biting snow. It was the saying the kept him going. If he was slowing down, or feeling pity, all he had to do was repeat it to himself. That, and remember his parents, siblings and mate. Toklo stopped moving and closed his eyes breifly, letting the pain flow through him, the adrenaline rush through his veins. The snow found it's way into his ears, and his nose, nipping them painfully. Toklo shook his head fervently, and then opened his eyes and leapt to his feet, walking with more vigor than before. Toklo's blue eyes scanned the area around him, looking for any concealed predators that might try to hurt him. Ever since his childhood, his senses have sharpened, and he became more aware of his surroundings. Many a time it had saved him his life. His nares flared as he scented the area as well, double-checking, just to be sure there was truly nobody there. He wanted to be sure. His ears swivelled to both sides, listening for an approach with his keen hearing. He couldn't hear anything but the rustle of leaves, and a small body of water flowing. Yet, he continued to listen. Better be safe than sorry, he always told himself. Some of his kin called him crazy, or better yet...insane. But he called himself smart. He'd watched many wolves die that could've been saved....if they'd only been as cautious as him. If they had the same past as him, they would do the same. Toklo stopped moving again, breathing heavily. He had to slow his breath before moving on, most animals could hear him from a mile away at this rate. He lowered himself to his haunches and then sat down, the dead leaves crunching underpaw.
Toklo's pink tongue flickered out from between his sharp, dangerous white teeth and he licked his nose. The air was dry and was making his nose and eyes lose alot of moisture. It was really quite annoying. Toklo's panting resumed when his tongue replaced itself in his mouth. Toklo hoisted himself to his paws, irritated. He moved on his way in a swift gait. He was almost trotted with impatience as he reached the small brook of water. He dipped his head and drank heavily, annoyed. He was agitated that he had to find a body of water just to slow his breathing. He never took the idea that he was pushing himself too hard into consideration. Toklo lapped at the water viciously, not thinking. He was so focussed on getting a drink and being on his way that he forgot to make sure there were no other wolves or animals liable to attempt to harm him. When he finally lifted his muzzle, he could sense something amiss. He looked around cautiously, quieting down quickly, aware of how abrutly and loudly he had entered the scene. If there was anyone there, it was no secret to them that he was around as well with the approach he made. Toklo lifted his muzzle to the wind and sniffed the air suspiciously. He couldn't detect anything, but he was upwind. There was a possibility of a animal being downwind of him, fixing to attack him right at that moment. Toklo's eyes narrowed and he crouched down to the ground, the fur on his underside touching the ground, wary, but ready to fight back.
[html] The wind brought a scent to Voron's nose. It was the scent of a wolf. The female's hackles went up immediatly and her brown eyes narrowed; she hadn't been in the pack long but already she had a sense of terratory. And this wolf was and intruder. It did not smell like a pack wolf.
Voron lowered herself to the ground and stalked upwind, attempting to remain hidden until she could the the other wolf. Her ears were twitching frantically, measuring every sound and judging it for possible threat. When she finally saw the other, it was obvious he was aware of her presence. His posture was defensive, expecting an attack. The black female watched him for a second, wondering what she should do. Finally, she gave a sigh and rose, striding towards the male. Her ears and tail were up, but her hackles were down and her tail waved slowly back and forth. She was dominant, but not aggressive; she was willing to give the stranger a chance.
"Who are you?" she asked as she approached
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OOC; Don't take Toklo's arrogance/ disrespect personally. Haha, he's that way to everyone.
Toklo's eyes darted around, and his ears swivelled frantically, searching in vain for the location of the other wolf. Suddenly, she arose and walked towards him, poised with dominance. He snorted in disapproval. She? Dominant over him? He thought not. He stood stock-still, watching her warily, remaining in an offensive position. She walked towards him and parted her lips to speak. He simply rose an eyebrow at her question submissively. Who in their right mind would answer that? His hackles flattened momentarily as he lifted his body slightly to smell the air. She was still upwind. Thus, he couldn't get a read on the fae. Toklo took a few small, tentative steps back, unsure how to react. He had been caught on her territory. Why was she not attacking him? That was the only part he could not get. His aggression wavered and he rose from his stance. He cocked his head at her suspiciously, still ready for a surprise attack, though.
He sighed loudly and gave in. He would rather not fight now, he was probably being trailed already, this he knew. "I am Toklo, miss. Why might you ask?" He inquired, shooting a question back at her. He huffed and then added with slight irritation, "No silly nick-names though. Like, Toke, Tokky, To, TokTok, all that." He said. "Please," He added as an after-thought. Better be nice, he'd rather not be involved in a pack fight today. He was just recovering from his run-in with Phoenix-Valley. That had been a close one, and he'd learned his lesson. Kill 'em with kindness. He grinned, holding himself haughtily. Obviously, he thought very highly of himself. But, that was to be expected. It was not only his macho personality, but his fairly-earned reputation. He had won a few fights, to put it lightly. His arrogance was well-earned, if one asked him. But, he never went overboard. He knew what happened then, and he didn't want to go there. He didn't want to anger any wolves with a tough-guy attitude.
[html] Warning; Arrogance if frowned upon by naive puppy. Sorry it took me so long to reply. D: WC:280
Range Soul had been watching the wolves converse from a bit away. It was difficult to think that the world kept on turning even when he was not present. Those thoughts are probably what pushed him into following people in the first place. "What goes on when they don't know anyone is there?" Though it may seem very close minded of him, he had a hard time imagining what life would be like for others if he was never born. "Where would Gideon be? Nayru? Uncle? Would Melee be okay?" He could of went on thinking like this for hours, but listening to others talk was much more interesting.
He was taken back by the man. He strut as if he owned these lands, when clearly he was a loner. He had crossed paths with many of the wolves in Dahlia at one time or another, and this male was unfamiliar. Range left his hiding place, walking until he came between the two animals. The pup was no where near full grown, but his confidence made him seem bigger.. At least through his own eyes. "You're not from here." Most of the wolves who he found entering the pack lands were met without hostility. Some times they had tales to tell, or information to give. And often times he found more amusement from them then the wolves he shared his own home with. But this male just seemed.. Disrespectful. Rude. He stared at the male through bi-coloured eyes before glancing back at the female. All females deserved to be respected. He had definitely learned that many of them could hold their own, but refused to witness it without speaking out.
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Toklo glanced behind him, away from the black-furred female in front of him. A small pup sauntered up as if he was bigger then Toklo himself. This really irritated Toklo. He brushed his thoughts of his past away and foccused on the arrogant little wolf. Toklo looked down at the runt - litterally. He cocked his head to one side in confusion. Where had he come from? Toklo turned slightly, averting his position so he could watch both animals. His eyes darted to the female and then to the pup. He was not going to be sneak-attacked. If they thought they had something on him, they were wrong. Dead-wrong. He was ready. Always ready. His breathing picked up. He didn't like the looks of this. There were too many wolves in his perspective. He didn't like it. Not one bit. He was semi-cornered. What if more showed up and surrounded him? He could hear his heart thumping in his head as he prepared to bolt away. He was faster than most, he knew. Maybe even the fastest. He'd never been outrun before.
The small wolf spoke to him before he could dart away and be gone forever. He cursed silently to himself. Busted, he thought to himself, stopping mid-step. He growled to himself, jus quiet enough so as neither of the wolves in front of him would hear. He sighed. "No. I'm not from here" He said, Rolling his eyes. Thank you, Captain Obvious, He added in his head, sighing. He sat down and stared at the pup. "I did," He sneered, slightly taken aback by the little animal's audacity. He was almost as bad as Toklo. Almost. Not quite. Toklo couldn't help but peek at the female's reaction to all of this. He was dying to see how she would respond.
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The black female's voice was slightly accented as she spoke, hinting of far away places where the snow reached as far as you could see. "I ask because you have intruded on pack territory," she said a bit formally in response to his first question. She was trying to hide a smile at the thought of anyone using nicknames with this wolf. He seemed so fierce.
Voron tensed as the pup strode, seemingly out of no where, towards the intruding male. She saw the way the male reacted; his muscles were taught and he looked ready to run... Or fight. She watched silently as the pup confonted the larger male. This young pup with the bi-couloured eyes was either exceeding brave or clueless. He showed no fear as he spoke to Toklo, acting as if he owned the world. As Toklo sat down, Voron gave a quiet snort of amusement. It seemed like the male was almost impressed by the pup.
"The pup is right," Voron said, with a nod towards the youngster. She wished she knew his name. "You're not from around here. This is Dahlian territory." The female raised her head proudly as she spoke; proud to have a pack, and proud to defend it. "I did not drive you out the second I saw you; I used to be a loner, and it was only by the kindness of this pack that I found a home. Now I choose to extend the same kindness to you, and give you a chance to explain why you're here. " Voron did not add that she didn't like to fight; she had fought for her life a few times, but she would rather settle things peacefully. But if this stranger, Toklo, attempted to harm the pup, she would tear him limb from limb.
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