Seeking Saftey, Secutiry...and Acceptance

[Lufian]

*Light paws scuffed the earth as they dragged on overly long stilts, making the faemmora that they charried taller than most vargs around - however, her body size seemed small and scrawny, as though she was nothing but a runt with long, dog-bred legs. It shamed her, and therefore it made her self-cauntious. This was a fact for she had been tomented since the day her brother had noticed the odity, driving her from the pack after he took over his father's position and taring her ear so that only half of what was once there now flexed oddly around aloft her head.
Brushy tassel was held low and tucked slightly between her hind legs as she shuffled forth towards the land of Deor - a pack Lufian had heard of before she was driven to leave Transylvania and her friends she'd made...Shato at least. The pack sounded friendly and kind - with a good heart that would take on any varg. Though of course she'd heard the vargs needed to be bold...and that was simply not Lufian. Though her heartstring tugged desperately towards the longing of a pack's company...no matter if she was sikla and runt.

The scent of Deor washed over Lufian swiftly as she crossed the borders and she yelped, leaping back and landing hard on her rump. Letting out a light whine, she lowered her head and flattened her auds, peering around to see if any other vargs were near...but there were none that she could hear on half deaf ears and none she could see in one blind eye.
With this knowledge in ming, slowly she parted her muzzle and closed her icy hues, pouring her heart and soul into her own whispering howl that was low and beautiful. Though it seemed quiet - it's low note travelled fast through the lands and would soon reach the auds of a prowling Deor varg..*

[Rokk]

Rokk raised his head from the earth as the howling note reached his sandy brown ears. a smirk pricked at the corners of his mouth. she had reached the borders then. he picked up his silent pace to scurry forwards. he had been tracking Lufian for hours, and finally he realised where she was going and what she was doing. she was looking for acceptance into a pack.

'ha, stupid sikla.' he muttered to himself. but he could not allow her to join under the protection of another pack, and if he joined a different pack, he would be desprived of the best 'prey' he had found in these lands so far. and Deor was a good enough pack as any in his opinion.

as he got closer his tail quirked upwards and he raised his head; his hurried pace morphed into a strut as he stalked towards the long-legged Lufian.

'oi! Lufian!' he yelled as he neared, she was not deaf enough to totally mishear normal conversation, but his intention was to draw attention to one of her many weaknesses. a smile pricked upon his lips as he halted by her. 'remember me?' he smiled, in a proud tone, but there was a glittering malice concealed in his young brown eyes that bored directly into hers.

[Chalos Autumn]

Large ears perked as the scent of an unfamiliar varg entered the Deor Dragga's nostrils. Immediately, the enormous male's head and tail raised themselves into the air, chest puffed out, and an aura of obvious authority washed over him. As the small call echoed weakly over his packlands, Chalos hurled himself forward, dashing towards the newcomer to meet her.

Strong legs carried the brown-and-rust speckled varg's otherwise jet-black form over the terrain, his bodice moving with such grace that he could easily be mistaken for a servant of the Gods. Eventually, the alpha came within sight of Lufian, and the scent of a second varg lay heavily in the air. Halting perfectly to a gentle, swaying walk as he padded towards the strangers, Chalos barked a greeting to the pups, hailing them.

"Welcome to the lands of Deor, young varg. I am the Dragga of this pack, and you shall know me only as Chalos. Is there something I can help you with?" A soft smile spread over the Dragga's maw, tail wagging slowly behind him. The pack was desperately in need of new members, and, noticing that both were sikla, it was a perfect chance to befriend the two of them, perhaps even take them in.

The proud Dragga eyed Lufian, looking her over carefully. It didn't take long for him to notice that her long legs had definitely separated her from the others of wherever she had come from. Whatever her troubles had been in the past, they would soon be destroyed, for this might be a pack where she would finally be accepted. "Come, now. I haven't all day, children. Tell me what you seek." His gaze then flickered over to Rokk, who looked to be the mischievous sort. He would have to keep a close eye on that one.

[okamiwolf]

“Patience is a virtue, dear Chalos.” Came the silky sound of B.T.’s voice. She smiled and dipped her head to her Dragga as she entered left of the three. She’d been drawn by a foreign howl, which had deeply peaked her interest. But of course it was fine with her that Vargs were interested in Deor. In fact it was better than fine, fantastic even.

“Good day to you all, and for the new comers I am B.T. Eldest member, and nurse of this pack. It is a pleasure to see young blood around.” She smiled gently as her voice never wavered from its cool and silky sound. She was a naturally social Varg, so she tried her best to remain her usual calm and friendly self.

Her ebon-silver fur glistened, and the tinges of white sang through her pelt as she came to a relaxed seat in the warm summer grass. Her gray eyes inspected both the young Vargs; clear to see that one was much taller than any other she’d seen. This made her endearing to B.T., she remembered one of her closest friends being oddly small, and they’d often played together as pups.

The young male seemed to be someone to watch, she studied the look of him, proud and young. She would take good care to watch him and make sure that he wasn’t causing trouble for the rest of their small pack. But with Chalos around it wouldn’t be too hard. With her soft smile she soon added this question: “Are you both seeking a pack, or just exploring the lands?”

[Lufian]

*The sharp bark of Rokk forced Lufian into a state of panic and she swivelled round after collapsing onto the floor into a submissive position, her neck bared to the one who padded forth. Though as recognishion sank in, Lufian merely rolled over and tugged her legs neatly beneath her scrawny body and layed her head down before the small cub. Her tail wagged slightly before going stationary as another sound emitted from the trees behind her.
Gasping with fright at the sudden appearance of the Dragga, she rolled onto her back and tucked her tail tightly between her legs so it was pressed firmly against her underbelly. Nodding her head to him as he settled back and snapped at her time-taking, Lufian whined and opened her maw, ready to reply when yet another varg emerged from the undergrowth to their left.
Lufian's head swung round and her auds pssed firmly against her scalp, one only half of her other fully skinned one suddenly throbbed with pain and she shuffled slightly with unease at the situation. How many vargs were in his pack? From the last time she'd know about Deor...it was a small community with hardly any members...but was she mistakened?
Pearing at the two vargs nervously, Lufian looked at the younger, bolder Rokk, and suddenly looked up to Chalos, her icy blue hues, single pupil staring off past the Dragga's gaze in a mark of respect. "I-I wish to join the proud ranks of Deor...I have been alone for too long now...and i've known the kind hearts of Deor before. Lunacyn - I met her and she was part of your pack. Is she still here?" her words were barely a whisper as she spoke, auds picking up no notes of her own words for they were so silent.
Her head lifted at her final question - for she remembered far back to when she'd first came to this region of the forest as a young cub. Luna too was a cub, and they'd both been shy and submissive towards one another. Though Luna was kind...she'd considered Lufian a friend from the start..*

[Rokk]

Rokk almost laughed at the patheticness of Lufian's actions. one thing was for sure, he would also get a laugh out of her. at the sounds and speech of approaching vargs, Rokk turned his head to glance at both the wolves that came forward, however the one who introduced himself as the Dragga Rokk inclined his head a little to. he wanted to join the pack, not get turned away because he would not show respect to the Dragga.

'i am Rokk.' he said aswell, noting the eyes that carefully considered him before coming to an ultimate decision in the mind that lay behind them. it seemed that he would have to be careful in the presense of both of these vargs. 'i too wish to join your pack and be a member of Deor.' he raised his head as high as he could, true enough, he was only a young pup, but he would grow to be a worthy member of this pack, and he only hoped to be a fighter for it. if it was one thing Rokk liked to do it was to inflict pain, and what better excuse than for the protection of a pack, as opposed to his own pleasure?

OOC: terrible post. sorry.

[Chalos Autumn]

An immediate change could be seen in the alpha's face moments after Lufian had mentioned Lunacyn. He had never seen the femme, but he knew that Crimson had his heart broken and destroyed because of her death. His ears pulled back against his head in sympathy, and a low whine escaped him as he spoke, "No, little one, I am sorry. Lunacyn, Gods bless her, has passed away. However, you are still welcome within Deor's embrace."

The Dragga nodded his greetings towards BT as she approached, though he snapped at her muzzle once she'd mentioned his impatience. Though she was indeed a beloved member, it was apparent that she needed to be reminded of her leader's authority over her. "Patience, my nurse, tells the world that we welcome strangers, even the most dangerous, with open arms." He growled back to her, sticking his tongue out in a teasing manner.

Finally, Chalos allowed his attention to focus upon Rokk. The young male seemed to be a playful one, but the shape of his bodice proved that he would one day become quite the fighter. A safisfied nod was sent towards Rokk, and a smile curled his black lips. "Yes.. You are also welcome upon my lands. Both of you, listen up - BT is Deor's darling nurse, and she will take care of you when you need to be. Come to her for help or advice, but don't ever be afraid to find me and ask me whatever questions you may have."

With that, the enormous male pressed his snout against both youth's necks, giving them a nuzzle of welcome. Perhaps the two would grow within Deor's boundaries and help the pack grow strong once again. "BT, give them a tour of the territory if they wish to become familiar with their home." He leaned in to whisper within the she-varg's ear, "And watch the little mann, he is a suspicious character," before moving a little ways away, leaning against a nearby tree to see what the young wolves would do next.

[Rokk]

Rokk grinned proudly as he heard Chalos say the fateful words, accepting them into his pack, the tip of his tail twitched, almost in a wagging fashion, and he braced his little legs against the nuzzle that the Dragga gave, careful not to lose the balance so tediously maintained on his puppy legs. 'thank you.' he answered simply and trotted forward towards the faemme who had been labelled the Nurse of the Deor pack. he wondered what Chalos had whispered to her, but shook the thought off quickly.

'so what, if i get into a fight you'll help me get better?' he asked her simply, needing reassurance that he would have a professional to take care of any future wounds resulting from any future fights, namely with a certain pack he had a problem with, the Balkar. but Rokk was not foolish enough to think he could take on an entire pack. but he did want revenge. was varg didnt?

'so we're taking a tour? where to? anything cool here?' he inquired, he knew he would have tonnes of time to wander the pack lands himself. but he couldnt help but ask. 'and BT is a strange name, whats it short for?' Rokk made sure not to try and sound rude, he knew now was not the time for any of his games.

[Lufian]

*Lufian's auds suddenly flattened against her scalp as the Dragga spoke of Luna's death, his own body-language showing his pity for her. A whine escaped her muzzle as Lufian dropped to the earth onto her belly, head now facing hellwards as her icy blue hues shimmered with tears, staring at her paws with sorrow. Why was it they all passed? Shato...and now Lunacyn. The wolves Lufian had fond memories of were now nothing but decaying bones in the dirt.
Shaking the thoughts from her head she forced a smile across her muzzle and a light wag of her brushy tail when Chalos offered them into the safety of his pack. A sigh escaped her muzzle, a sigh of relief. At last...she'd found a home..

Turning her head towards B.T, she couldn't help but chuckle lightly as Rokk spoke boldly to her, asking questions like he produced them and nothing else. Looking back up to Chalos as he padded away, she whined happily towards him as her body now shook from side to side with the force of her wagging tail, it's thick brush of fur thudding against her sides and tongue licking her maw with delight.
The sikla couldn't help but bound after him and suddenly collapse before him and lick the underside of his muzzle in pure glee and happiness. Though the news of Luna's death was heartbreaking, the knowledge of her knew home was simply enough to re-stitch her broken heart several times over. "I thank you with the love of Tor sir! I really do!" she yipped and bounded back towards B.T, collapsing before the nurse also and licking her maw happily, shuffling back afterwards and perking her auds at what the nurse now had to say to the new recruits.*

[okamiwolf]

“Of course, I’m well knowledgeable with medical treatment.” BT couldn’t help but smile at his small amount of enthusiasm, it was endearing. I’m also knowledgeable with mischievous pups like you, she added in confidence with herself. “As for the tour, it’s just around the lands so that you know your way around, even if it’s only to the den. Besides, I’m sure that we might meet one of the other Vargs of Deor, if they’re out and about. You might find that interesting in the least.” Again she paused to smile down at Rokk, she then dipped her muzzle to reach his ear and whispered with a grin: “Blood Thirst.”

BT’s tassel swayed furiously as Lufian showed her appreciation and glee to being accepted. “So, where to first, North, south, east, or west. There’s at least one thing in two of those directions, so lets make this into a little game.” She smiled, they were still young, and indeed a tour would be more interesting if it were a game, plus more fun to remember everything.

[Chalos Autumn]

Chalos chuckled lightly as Rokk tried so hard to keep himself upright once the larger male nuzzled against him, pulling back upon his haunches. However, he was only sitting for a few moments before thrusting himself into a stock-still stand - he had not expected Lufian to react so hyperactively to his accepting her into Deor. Blinking in confusion, the large Dragga cast his emerald eyes to BT in confusion, obviously not quite sure how to handle the situation. In truth, he had never had any experience with females, and Lufian's unexpected licks could have made him blush - if varg could do such a thing.

Once dearest Lufian had calmed, the black-and-brown alpha leaned his muzzle down next to her ear, whispering, "You know.. Luna's mate still roams the lands of Deor.. But he has been cursed with blindness and sees himself as a worthless varg. Perhaps you two can get along - He needs someone to give him a reason to live." Once more, Chalos looked to the pack's nurse, smiling softly to her; perhaps, if he played his cards right, Crimson would find himself a friend to talk about his mate, perhaps even a new mate in itself.

"Right, then, B.T., I shall meet you in the den when you are finished. Have a good time showing these youth their new home." With his last words being said, the large male turned elegantly on his hinds, giving the three a friendly wink before trotting off, jumping over bushes and weaving between rocks as if he were having great fun. In truth, he was quite excited that the pack had just taken two new members into its embrace, and he was obviously having quite the time trying to keep the natural feminine prance that such happiness caused out of his step.

[Rokk]

'mischievous little pups like me...' Rokk repeated slowly, 'right...' he added stiffly. then froze as BT whispered blood-thirst to him. he fought to keep his lip from curling and his vocals from producing the vibrations needed for a growl. he had just got into a pack, it was not wise to growl at one of the members. but he made a mental note that he seemed to be being watched, and this BT seemed to think she knew more of his inner desires in the few minutes they'd met than most vargs would do.

Rokk staggered backwards as Lufian rushed from one varg to the other in happiness, the scowl of disgust that printed itself upon his maw he quickly masked with a smile before anyone noticed it. "North, South, East West. you know the lands better than we do." Rokk grumbled to himself. he turned his head to look at Lufian, "let her choose." he saidly loudly. the fleeting moment of excitement as he was accepted into the ranks of Deor had passed now, and his temper was turning sour.

(sorry for the awful post)

[Lufian]

*Lufian's aud perked at the mention of Luna's mate and her head swivelled round swiftly after Chalos as he left her hanging on his words. Crimson? Needed a reason to live? What was it Lufian could do? She may have known Luna once when they were youths, and she'd also heard of Crimson from her dear old friend when they were merely courting one another. But what was it that Lufian could do to help?
As her trail of thought carried on, she was swiftly brought back to reality once more by Rokk and B.T discussing a tour of the territory. Lufian's tail wagged furiously as the idea settled on her mind about once more being part of a pack. Yipping with glee she looked down at Rokk as he turned from eager to merely bored. Frowning lightly, Lufian whined and dropped to the ground and pawed the cub with her larger paw and knocking him over in a playful matter. Though she was a sikla, she couldn't help but enjoy play - and loved it even more when she helped cheer up those cubs that were still young; no matter how stubborn they were.

Looking up at the gentle nurse Lufian grinned happily and peered at the forest around her, curious to where she would start, thanks to Rokk giving her the oppertunity to chose. With a moment of ponder she suddenly whispered her answer in a light and near unaudible tone, "West."

[okamiwolf]

“Splendid choice, if I do say so myself.” BT smiled, she wondered if Rokk had taken her ‘blood thirst’ to heart, and couldn’t help but turn her smile into a wide grin. “Shall we be off then? After all, you won’t really know what’s out there if you don’t start moving.”

His gray eyes surveyed the young Rokk, he needed to loosen up, perhaps Lufian was already helping by giving him that playful push, but really she didn’t know. Nor was it much to say her business. What was her business was to show them everything. That was around here.

“Well, follow old BT, and we’ll go see what’s to the west.” she passed on, and paused to glance back and check that the two were falling in step. She hummed as she waited, she hadn’t gotten the chance to relax and sing or have fun in such a long while. Now seemed the appropriate time to do so.