It had been awhile since this Kerl had set foot upon these lands...a long time. The spitfire that was known to most as a bitch had stumbled upon these lands once before out of accident, but now it was as though her maroon-coated paws had instinctavely drawn her to the place which she had left. Perhaps it was to bring forth annoyance and bring tension on these lands, something she feeds upon in utmost gusto. Or perhaps to see this Varg that considered her a "friend" dubbed Renn, whom she had failed to see in many months.
At this moment in time, the Kerl had become rather well-kept, unheard of considering that this was the orange-eyes female known in these lands as an outspoken female with a lust for ruffling one's fur, for a couple of weeks, perhaps even a month or so. She had been quiet, and, to tell the truth, a bit lonely. For she had never really quite gotten so long without bashing a Varg or two with verbal insults. But now, her maw had been kept free of any words save for a growl or two when she had missed a kill.
As for appearance, she looked as any Kerl would appear. Her black fur had thinned out due to shedding long ago, but appeared not as sleek or shiny as it would have as before. Her paws were still that brilliant shade of maroon (as with her back leg coated entirely in such) though the bottoms were worn ragged from wandering. She looked rather haggered, though the same glint was within her orange gaze that told of a spitfire attitude and undying confidence. She was lean, not from build but from hunger as well, and she still walked with a limp from the previous injury she had suffered two seasons ago.
Alkiera was back on List terratory with absolutely no reason. She had returned for a reason that was unknown even to her.
Perhaps it was because it was the only place she had once considered a home...but it could be doubtful. More than likely she's just itching for an argument.
((Did you miss me? I'm typing this because Alkiera is my muse-starter since she is just so, well, easy to roleplay and likable! It will help me out with my Yelae RPs too, and to help me get out of my slump. You can see I haven't really had much muse... *pokes sucky post*))
Renn had begun to yearn for old familiar things, whos and wheres. List was changing, changing so so much it was almsot impossible to think. What had once been the Pack Renn loved had turned and twisted, converting to the Cult of Wolfbane and embracing the fierce bloodlust and murdersome behaviour. The younger Varg had been separated into different groups, Silent and Arias, trained by Gryffin to become wise in the ways of stealth, and Renn, Drathlic and Sora. What a delight. Not. Though it was a pleasure to train with her best friend Drathlic, Sora hated the godlen faemme's guts, and vice versa. Renn already knew that Sora would do everything she could to aggravate Renn, and try her best to chuck her out of List - but she would prove her wrong. Anyway, that was the least of ehr worries. The Listern faemme feared that her bond with Gryffin might be severed. The Beta faemme was the Daughter of Leohlic and Shatocwnn, the founders of List, and what FIory was now aspiring to bring List back to, and, naturally, Gryffin was following this full force. However, Renn had her doubts about this sudden change, and, naturally, feared that she could not confide in her old friend. Not only that, but Renn was beginning to distance herself from Drathlic. The reason for this was that Drathlic and Silent, Renn's two best friends and 2/3 of their threesome, were beginning to become very close, as in close. Though neither had said anything, Renn could tell by the way they acted that something was going on, and, to tell the truth, she was feeling left out. it was obvious that neither would ever feel about her the way they felt about each other, and thank Fenris Silent wouldn't but, well, Renn liked Drathlic. She wanted to be best friends with him, to go back to the old friendship they had before Siletn intruded. Not that she didn't like Silent but, well, Renn was feeling jealous again. She was still recovering from Kop afterall, and Drathlic ahd been so sweet...she was developing a crush. Lots of wolves have crushes but, well, Drathlic was special. He was Renn's first friend since her loss of memory, and now she felt like second best.
It was because of all these troubles that Renn could not sleep. It was early in the morning, dawn really, with only a slight light to keep them awake. Before training, Renn was usually allowed a quick hunt or something, something to get her energised for a tough day's training. Restless, Renn sat up, looking across to where Drathlic and Silent were sleeping side-by-side. It seemed that in the night the golden faemme had moved away from them, and there was now a cold empty space where she had once slept. A space. A barrier more like, one that hrut whenever she tried to cross. Shaking these thoughts from her head, Renn padded silently out of the cave, jumping into a fluid lope to the edge of the territory, her need to explore the outside and meet others directing her.
Suddenly, a scent caught her attention. It was familiar, friendly even, one that filled Renn with joy. Spinning round, the golden faemme began to race along the border, following the scent to its source. An ebony spitfire was standing there. Her paws were painted their maroon hue, including her leg, and she stared with defiant orange eyes. Alkiera. "It's good to see you, old friend," Renn growled, knowing that Alkeira would not react best to being called a friend yet even though they both knew it was true. "Looks like life has been treating you roughly."
Call Me ~ Renn Taint Me ~ Vakasi Encircle Me ~ List Hold Me ~ Kop Stay With Me ~ Drathlic, Silent, Gryffin, Alkiera Hate Me ~ Ge-Rad, Sora
Hearing Renn's words, the she-Varg lets out a small chuckle, tossing her head to the side. "Since when has life ever treated me kindly?" Her voice was a snippy as ever, the usual Alkiera...nothing out of the oridinary for this Varg. She examines the younger Varg with keen orange optics, regarding the look in her eyes. Though they shown with some sort of pleased look, to tell Alkiera that it was pleasure seeing her again (since when has that happened? Nobody ever was pleased to see Alkiera) it also held something else...
Being the observant Varg that she was, and being the sort to speak whatever danced upon her tongue, she tells Renn exactly what she saw. "I suppose the others won't be too pleased that I'm here, unlike you. But putting that aside, you appear tired. Something been troubling you...Renn?" Her vocals were low, almost in a growl as her thoughts resided to a specific cub she had the 'pleasure' of meeting in these parts.
"Or is it someone? That damn Sora again, ain't it? That little cub peevees me off even when she isn't around. Just the thought of her makes my hackles rise..." snapped Alkiera, eyes flickering malovently. "Or..." she examines Renn further, not caring if her orange gaze nerved the she-wolf. "You're young, maybe something that has to do with love or something." She snorts. Alkiera was never sympathetic towards the whole 'love' thing during adolescense, for it never occurred to her. She had been alone for as long as Zostar knows when, and it mattered very little to her if she was going to die alone and not have any family ties whatsoever.
“It’s the last one,” Sora informed Alkiera, venom dripping from the corners of her smile, emerald eyes smirking at the two femur. She picked her way carefully and unnecessarily over the pine strewn forest floor and came to a halt in front of them and far out of range from their ivory canines. She grinned at them, showing each needle sharp tooth that nestled in the pink of her gums. “I feel a bit like I’m letting her down, but whatever troubles her Sikla heart, well…,” she shrugged, a sick sense of entertainment in her gut. The dusty brown and eburnean pelted she-cub studied each of them, picking around for her own devices. Sora was glad she’d tailed Renn in what had been a desired game of Torment, for this would be amusing and a chance for her to rent her disgust for lowly scum.
“Isn’t that right, Renn,” she asked, trying to sound sweet but failing because a laugh was harbored at the back of her throat. “Pining away for someone who might care for you and nuzzle you and drip honey in your ears? Thinking about the brush of warm pelt, craving the warm and milky scent of newborns?” That would be the day, Sora thought deviously. If the golden pelted Sikla ever boar cubs she would see to it that their blood was strewn about the dusty ground. She wouldn’t let more weaklings infest the ranks of her beloved home.
She turned away from the fool and looked up, up at Alkiera into those orange eyes. “Why,” she asked in a whisper, more to herself than the ebon wolf. “Alkiera, coming here makes you think you’re a rebellious piece of work, doesn’t it? Little miss fall down can’t hunt for herself is in her own opinion an evil, badass femme, is that right? Do you think that scornful words make you cruel and sly or that tactless babble makes you a spit fire? Well, at least I always get to remember you flat on your back wounded like pitiful scum.” she smirked as she got up and stalked a little farther away to save her own hide. “Yet the golden hearted, weak chinned, righteous Renn has captivated that “fiery” hear of yours it seems. I’ll admit one thing; you don’t love like her.” Sora curled her lips at Renn and turned away in disgust. “That’s what makes you truly weak; that and thinking that you can save everyone and be everyone’s friend and open your sorry heart to the world. She loves Drathlic, Silent, my Mother, Tor and Fenris; the whole sniveling story.” Her voice had gone soft, her eyes malevolent. “Both of you need to stop thinking in black and white; the world is not good and evil. There are the strong and the powerful than there are the weak and the submissive. So pray to Tor that nonexistent batch of cub tales. There is no god up in heaven that shows you compassion; there is only Wolfbane. He is life, he is truth and lies, hate and love, spring and winter, light and shadow, death and life. She alone, yes she, watches the whelps die and the twisted win. She knows about survival, as should you scum of earth.” Sora flashed her teeth at them, got up and stalked once more before sitting down.
“Why am I lecturing newborns, though? I just came to cubsit you two; make sure Renn doesn’t spill our secrets to the wanna be bloodsucking kerl.”
As much as she wanted to, Renn knew all to well that there would be a very sorry price to pay for leaping at Sora and removing her poisoned tongue. Her parents, perhaps the whole of List, would be baying for the golden faemme's blood, particularly Sudak who disliked Renn enough already. Worst of all, Renn would have broken the promise she made to Gryffin, betrayed her trust. The Beta faemme was a dear friend to Renn, and had asked her to be Guardian of Gryffin's cubs, which Renn had gladly accepted, not knowing that one would grow up to hate her. Sora's sour form approached to Renn's left, her voice malicious and her emerald eyes, so like her Mother's and also it seemed Renn, glittering. Though she yearned to turn and stare at Sora, retliate, Renn forced herself to ignore the cub, staring at Alkiera's orange eyes, willing her not to say anything, the spitfire that she was. Though Alkiera's qualities had drawn the faemme to her, they would not bode well in this situation. Recently, Alkiera had torn the Kerl, Desdimona, apart with her words. Sora was not Desdimona. Sora was not a pathetic faemme with no where to go. Sora was a little bitch with a mighty Pack, Renn's Pack, behind her, and if she achieved what undoubtedly she wished for, Sora would one day wreek revenge.
Renn forced herself to endure Sora's sarcastic comments, the harsh cruelty of her words glancing off the Listern youth. How did she know about Kop? Renn had only confessed what had happened to Drathlic and Gryffin, and considering Drathlic knew the rivalry between Renn and Sora, he would not have told her. He would not have told anyone. So Gryffin was the only Varg who could have told Sora. But why? Usually, Renn would have asked Gryffin about it the next time they were alone but right now, with List changing, the golden pelted faemme was wary of Gryffin.
"If I remember rightly," Renn growled, turning her blazing oculars on Sora, "Both of us are Siklas." It was true, right before they started, Sudak had addressed Renn, Drathlic and Sora as Siklas, before commanding Drathlic to hunt down a Lera and deal with his fear. That had been terrible, forced to race with Drathlic, nipping and biting him when he slacked, or fell back into his phobia of blood. Thankfully, the ruddy Mann had accomplished it without Renn having to wound him too much. Sora's comments on love and Renn's 'cravings' hit like arrows, the very same arrows that had rained down on Renn and Kop on that terrible day. "Fool, get your facts straight before you attempt to hurt me, something that you have failed miserably to accomplish today."
"You claim that love makes us weak, strips us of any strength we may have. But then you love too, now don't you Sora? You deny it as best you can, but the bond between a Mother and Daughter is not easily broke. You love Gryffin and she returns it, and though you may not care for her, you will always love her and feel binded to her," Renn paused for a moment, her eyes burning into Sora's body. "Wolfbane can't exist without Tor and Fenris, whom he was placed into the world to counter. Without Tor and Fenris, there can be no Wolfbane and without Wolfbane there cannot be Tor and Fenris, they are balanced, and it should not be disrupted. Once again, get your facts straight, you arrogant little bitch."
Call Me ~ Renn Taint Me ~ Vakasi Encircle Me ~ List Hold Me ~ Kop Stay With Me ~ Drathlic, Silent, Gryffin, Alkiera Hate Me ~ Ge-Rad, Sora
Alkiera held back a snicker at how stupid the words sounded coming forth from a cub. Try as she might, everything she said didn't strike her as being...well, anything to be feared. The vocals connected to her words was comical, an attempt at being menacing while in truth, it sounded like this cub was just trying too hard. Trying too hard to be sounding like a mature being, when in fact she made herself more childlike than before.
About to open her maw in response, she was stopped short at Renn's comment. Her optics nearly glazed over as they went into religious things, of Tor, Fenris, Wolfbane...all of the liking. Though it may nearly be forgotten, Alkiera was passionate of being a believer in Zostar, though it was quite hard to keep it up as she had done when her parents were alive, being that she now lived in a world where the entire population of Varg spoke of Tor, Fenris, or Wolfbane. In fact, there was a load more of this Wolfbane crap than any other of the gods, and to tell you the truth, she was sick of it.
When the two were finally done, Alkiera now allowed her words to be heard. "Little cub," she says coyly, eyes flickering as she spoke. "Your pitiful attempts to making yourself sound like an adult, or rather, more of an adult than us has certainly made yourself...how should I put it? More childlike." Regarding as to how the younger cub reacted, she gives a malicious grin as she notices the wary step back. "You speak tough, and yet you cower back in fear, out of wait because then either your daddy or mommy will come out of the brush and defend your cursed little hide."
She pauses, tilting her head to the side as she dares to take a step forward. "Something else about you makes me snicker at instead of heed your words. You take everything for granted. You talk tough because you have a mother and father, and perhaps even a pack to defend your sorry little ass when you're in trouble. You always have a home to run back to when something bad happens, and it all is just a little game to you, isn't it, child? Well one day, mommy and daddy aren't going to be there anymore. They'll be dead, eaten by magots and the Helpers, rotting corpses that no longer have a meaning save for fertilizing the earth and supplying food to scavengers. Your pack will change, gaining new members and loosing the old, and soon you'll have no ties, no 'friends' because you've been a bitch to those who might have been a good ally. //Dammit, I know I spelled the wrong sort...// Or perhaps you'll be forced to leave, for whatever cause, and you'll be truly alone, a Kerl just like me."
Eyeing the cub, she chuckles, taking another step forward. "Your Wolfbane won't help you, for it probably is the reason as to why your parents will be dead and your pack gone, and not even the Siklas of other packs would spit in your direction. You act tough, and tsk, I actually pity you." Shaking her head, she creates a faux tutting noise as though she truly was disappointed or sorry for the cub, when all in all she was not.
Suddenly, her thoughts draw to something, and she chuckles loudly, looking at the cub with mocking in her eyes. "You hate me, I know it, but soon enough, you'll grow to hate yourself. Why? Why, little one, would you grow to hate yourself. I'll tell you why." She was nearly upon the cub, her eyes looking down at her, towering over the young'n.
Sora and Alkiera were alike for they both had a weapon and Sora would never say it aloud in case someone else decided to use it. The Kerl played the dual coated she-cubs same game so she quickly changed her tactics around to better fit in. This femme was not Renn, she couldn’t get under her skin. But the wolf would have a hard time crawling under hers as well. Child? She was a child. Sora felt like a snake as her lips curled on her long face; Alkiera thought she was a cub, Sora thought Alkiera was a fake. They were both in their element at the moment and she found she wasn’t seeking to beat the ebon Varg. She wasn’t sure what she was even here for, possibly it didn’t even matter.
Sora’s grin widened; it wasn’t malicious or cunning, it was just a wrinkly smile from a pup. “That’s exactly right,” she growled laughing as she remembered a certain “angelic” being. “I do have a pack at my back, and they come in very useful. If I play my game right I can maneuver them around to get what I want. I suppose I’ll just give up on trying to get your throat torn out for the moment; you’re the only one smart enough to understand.” She cast a look at Renn, a malicious glint in her green eyes. “Isn’t that right wittle Rennie Poo? Didn’t I manage to get the fool kicked out of the pack?” And you’ll be next, she thought still glaring into the oculars of the golden femme. Sora had her ways; she would use every last drop of cunning to triumph in her schemes. The wolves of List were to foolish to do it on their own, but with a probe or two in the right direction Sora could meet her ends and succeed.
She studied Alkiera, pondering the she-wolfs words. Hmm, would she hate herself once she had joined the Balkar; would she hate herself when she spilled the blood of Renn and her Sikla friends? Would she hate herself when she stalked beneath the forest of List with dark intentions festering in her heart? She didn’t think so. Alkiera could be ashamed about being a bitter Kerl or whatever she was talking about, but the she-cub had Balkar blood and she would live it up. “Just like you,” she asked with mock innocence. “Surely not. I don’t make friends with Sikla’s nor do I scorn the Balkar. True to List, unlike you Renn. Remember our purpose? Remember that we feed the Balkar and send them our male cubs?” She stalked towards her “guardian” and rubbed her muzzle along her leg than looked up into her eyes with a fresh pink tongue hanging from her lips. It would have been a sign of infection if her eyes hadn’t been laughing. What could she do? Nothing. Like it or not she had to defend Sora and see to it that she made it to adulthood. Ha, Renn really was useful.
Renn remembered the fool Sora reffered to well. The white 'priest' had been stupid, seeming to think that he could get into List by disrespecting, even scorning the members, Gryffin in particular and even Fiory, the Star Gazing Drappa of List. Then when Fiory ahd challenged him to fight the wolves of List, and Sora had been the first to attack, the so called angelic Mann had pinned the bitch to the ground, spurring her parents to rise to her defence. It had been Renn's duty to Gryffin to threaten Lajos, and she had carried it out with honour. "Aww bless, see how disillusioned she is? You may have gotten him kicked out, Sora," Renn growled slowly, "But you keep hidden the fact he pinned you down. He beat you in a fight that you insticated, and it had only been the luck that anyone else was around to protect you that you aren't here now, knowing you you would have gotten your throat ripped out if the 'priest' and you were alone."
Renn bristled at Sora's accusation, anger welling up in ehr abdomen as the little bitch doubted the golden faemme's loyalty to List. How dare she! Sora was loyal to List by birth, but Renn had chosen the Pack she loved. Renn ahd had a choice, a choice that Sora was not honoured with, and had chosen well. "And as for your comments about my loyalty to List, Sora, I can assure you that such false acusations are foolish. Get a life, little girl, and leave me alone - you're tiresome and boring, not big and fierce like you wish you were."
Call Me ~ Renn Taint Me ~ Vakasi Encircle Me ~ List Hold Me ~ Kop Stay With Me ~ Drathlic, Silent, Gryffin, Alkiera Hate Me ~ Ge-Rad, Sora
I'm typing this because Alkiera is my muse-starter since she is just so, well, easy to roleplay and likable! It will help me out with my Yelae RPs too, and to help me get out of my slump. You can see I haven't really had much muse... *pokes sucky post*))
