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Post by Lien on Nov 30, 2014 5:08:27 GMT
l i e n
you'll see that i'm not scared
She'd come here for a reason.
For so long, she'd debated her decision. She had been alone for many moons now, and she'd found it was something she didn't favor. Lien longed to belong, to prove her worth, to honor her pack and move up in the ranks. The grass crunched softly beneath her paws as she moved, her soft ivory pelt stark against the colors around her. She was like a ghost as she went, her steps light and springy, and her golden eyes flashed where the sunlight caught their magnificent color. With each step that she took, her doubts faded. She knew what she was doing, and she’d long ago learned that questioning her instinct was foolish. She was smart. She would survive; she would thrive.
She’d heard that Cougar Creek had a brute of an alpha, a male whose reputation far preceded him. She’d learned of him so quickly, but then again, Lien always did enjoy keeping up with the news. Almost instantly, she’d known that she would aim for Cougar Creek. If she was lucky, and if the alpha knew an aptitude for healing when he saw it, he’d allow her to take rank among the healers. Or, perhaps she'd land herself a position as a spy, or some upper-level intelligence of the pack if such a thing existed. Otherwise, Lien would be content with a lower rank, and with her time, she would become better until she ascended through the ranks. Her lack of empathy was surprisingly what had made her so gifted with her healing abilities; it was her ability to remain calm and cool as another living creature died beneath her, and nothing felt quite so powerful as seeing the light come back into their eyes. It made her feel as if she were playing god when she snatched them back from the brink of shadows, triumphant. But her intelligence...her intelligence was what she really prided herself over: her disdain for fighting, her quick wit, and her cunning along with her observation skills.
Lien stopped in her tracks as the distinctive scent of male assaulted her nostrils, glancing down at her paws. So this is where his territory begins. There was a moment where she stood still, breathing in the crisp spring air. Then, suddenly, she stepped forward. One paw into the marked territory first, and then another, and another. She moved slowly but surely, white ears pricked forward to detect the quietest sound. She did not dare venture too far into his territory, lest the alpha spot her and think she was sneaking around, but she did not stop at the border either. After a moment of walking Lien stopped where she stood, sucked in a deep breath, pointed her delicate muzzle towards the sky, and howled. It was long and loud, searching, edged with offering and absent of all challenge. Only when her lungs burned and her chest tightened did she drop her head, golden eyes peering hard across the horizon. He would either come, or he wouldn't. And if he did...how would he react? Perhaps Lien had underestimated his ruthlessness. Perhaps he would attack her on site, rip her throat out and leave her for the crows, but it was a risk that she was willing to take. She wanted nothing more than to run with the strongest pack, to represent a successful alpha. It was all worth it, in the end.
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Post by DEXEROUS on Nov 30, 2014 7:10:03 GMT
 DEXEROUS.
i want you stuffed into my mouth, hold you down and tear you open
live inside you - love i'd never hurt you.
╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ Her call was searching, longing, and beckoning. It fell to his ears without challenge, yet invited him in like the mouse to warmth. This was not the howl of Cougar Creek, the assertion the claimed the member to his or her land. This was an outsider, an unasked inquiry. Dexerous felt a shiver lull along his spine - a shiver of excitement and anticipation. Her howl was instinctual, beckoning him to respond like a songbird to their kin. He drank in the crisp air before bellowing out into the emptiness. His howl was a direct response to the outsider, laced with warning, yet acknowledgement of her presence. - - - Dexerous shouldered forward, his head held high and ears pulled forward when she came into sight. The vixen was astonishing. Her brilliant white body as beacon to the world that surrounded her. Beyond her, was the border. How intriguing. The pretty little vixen dared intrude, mocking the marking with her very presence. Amber eyes narrowed as the rex approached, his expression revealing nothing. Was she testing him? Pushing his capabilities? Albeit, it was not uncommon for outsiders to overstep the boundaries. Yet she struck a curiousness in the brute, having tread close enough so as not to cause alarm of threat, yet just far enough to prove gusty. Did he like that about her? Dex had yet to find out. The massive brute watched her with unwavering eyes, each step in his approach precise and unchallenged. Dexerous did not pause when he ascended her, did not make any signs of caution, or unease. He circled her slowly, as if inspecting every aspect of the vixen. He watched her movements, her reactions with calculated curiosity. " A pretty little thing such as yourself might be better off minding borders." The brute rumbled; menace laced his voice, yet there was mischievous flirtation in his grin. " It would be a shame to scar that pretty coat." Dexerous purred softly, snapping at the air before her snout as if to intimidate the poor thing. The brute snickered, lowering back into his haunches. " Why are here, trespasser? Why should I grant you my attention and not chase you off myself?" The rex remarked with disinterest, as though having grown bored of his mischievous charade.
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Post by Lien on Nov 30, 2014 19:26:27 GMT
L I E N
YOU'LL SEE I'M NOT SCARED
The howl that answered her was deep, masculine, and full of warning. Involuntarily, Lien shivered. Not from fear – never – but instead with anticipation, her thoughts racing as she waited. Her head was held high, but not high enough to be considered a challenge, and her triangular ears were tipped forward, straining to hear him. He came into sight on the horizon after what seemed like forever, large and brutish as he approached. Everything about him screamed alpha, and Lien’s senses kicked into overdrive. She took a single step backwards before holding her ground, eyes alight with courage and a hint of submission as he came near enough for her to smell him. He was certainly a handsome one, there was no denying that, with a beautiful pelt and blazing eyes. He began to circle her, and Lien stood still, arranging her posture into what she had perfected years ago: submissive but not cowering, proud but not dominant.
"A pretty little thing such as yourself might be better off minding borders. It would be a shame to scar that pretty coat." His voice was smooth and dangerous, with a hint of something almost playful, a tad bit flirty. She tilted her head to gaze at him with a single golden eye, a sly smile tugging at her lips. There was a possibility that he would spring at any moment and hold to his threat of staining her ivory pelt, but he hadn’t yet, and she took that as a good sign. Still, she said nothing, only lowering her gaze when his pearly teeth snapped closed just inches from her nose. She did not flinch, nor did she show any outward sign of intimidation, despite the adjusting of her gaze. Not too much…but not too little. Careful now.
"Why are you here, trespasser? Why should I grant you my attention and not chase you off myself?"
Lien lifted her head, flashing her coy smirk at the brute. ”I’d heard rumors of Cougar Creek’s newest alpha, and I wished to see if they held true. You must be Dexerous.” She paused, letting it sink in that she’d done her research. She always did. ”I’m Lien, and I would like to join your ranks. Your pack is rumored to be fierce and ruthless; nothing would give me greater pleasure than to loyally serve Cougar Creek.”
Here she stoped, considering her next words before she spoke them. ”I am not a warrior by any means. I would rather use my wit instead of my brawn. I’m very skilled at healing; from the moment I was old enough to understand, I apprenticed my mother.” There was no pride or arrogance in her voice; instead there was only a cool, level sureness that spoke for the confidence in her own abilities. Lien was silent then, her body still. All she could do was wait for his response, and hope that he didn’t decide she’d make a better lunch than pack member.
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Post by DEXEROUS on Dec 3, 2014 1:00:05 GMT
DEXEROUS.
i want you stuffed into my mouth, hold you down and tear you open
live inside you - love i'd never hurt you.
╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ She took half a step back in his appearance, her held held high enough to claim dignity, yet she remained unchallenging of his authority. She was the perfect specimen, remaining statue-like, every muscle under that unblemished pelt alter and attentive. The vixen was proud with courage burning in her eyes, yet she carried a stance submissive enough to avoid his wrath. Dexerous liked that - she'd had her practice. Had the vixen rolled over, cowering and exposing her belling, perhaps he would have spat at her. The brute didn't tolerate weakness, and sure as hell would not let it infiltrate into his rank. All the same; defiance of his law was something that would be unheard of, and challenging his authority was a risky business. But here , she was perfect. Perfectly neutral and perfectly alluring. Dexerous watched her very careful as he circled, watching her responses, looking for signs of discomfort, uneasiness, fear - the vixen showed nothing.
He spoke with a silken tongue and the sly smile he earned from her sent shrill excitement coursing through his veins. So the pretty little vixen wasn't easily scared off, was she? The massive brute snapped his jaws near her snout - albeit a little disappointed by her unwillingness to flinch. She merely lowered those pretty liquid honey eyes. She was impressive, Dex would give her that - careful not to coax his ego too much, nor get entangled in his wrath.
Finally, Dexerous confronted her more directly, to which she raised her head and met his gaze with a coy smirk. Again, his fur prickled with anticipation as the melodic words fell to his ears. "You must be Dexerous." The brute flashed a toothy grin, unable to pull off a bashful appearance. "You are correct." The copper brute purred - careful not to choke on that inflated ego. So the pretty vixen had done her research? Dexerous was won over already.
"I am Lien, and I would like to join your ranks." She was perfect - she hit all the marks as if she'd heard his interrogation a million times. Fierce, ruthless, loyalty. Dexerous couldn't resist the grin that played across his lips and the glimmer of impressed anticipation in those amber hues. Lien was sure of herself as she spoke, offering the skills and assets she could bring to the table. She hadn't struck his ego, nor his temper. This interrogation would be short and sweet.
Dexerous took a step back, as though to knock back the intimidating front. His eyes glittered with mischievous excitement. "You are very wise, Lien. Cougar Creek is fierce and incredibly ruthless. We only accept the utmost loyal and impressive of wolves among our ranks - but you're no fool, I can see, surely you've already figured that part out." The brute spoke with a silken tongue, something of a chuckle rattling in his ribcage. He paused, giving her a look over once more, like the final size up. "I just so happen to like you, Lien. Consider that an accomplishment. Here's what I'll do for you: if you can prove your loyalty, you are welcome among our ranks. You must accept the ways of Cougar Creek, and fight for it at all costs, is that understood? You loyalty is of number one importance to me." Briefly, the playful flirtation had vanished. Dexerous loved to pluck at the heartstrings of those that crossed him, but there was no getting past betrayal. Trust took time to build up and as vital as it may be, only took a heart beat to shatter. "Do you think you can handle that, sweetheart?" The brute cooed at last.
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Post by Lien on Dec 3, 2014 22:05:57 GMT
L I E N
YOU'LL SEE I'M NOT SCARED
When the brute confirmed his name, and therefore his rank, Lien was relieved but not surprised. She’d heard enough of the prowling rex with amber eyes like fire to know it had been him from the beginning, but still her mind had whispered that she’d be a terrible embarrassment if she was wrong. Of course, she hadn’t been. Lien was thorough, always. It was unsafe to be anything else.
"You are very wise, Lien. Cougar Creek is fierce and incredibly ruthless. We only accept the utmost loyal and impressive of wolves among our ranks - but you're no fool, I can see, surely you've already figured that part out." His words were like silk, flowing like water, caressing her velvet soft ears. Unable to stop herself, she shivered, just slightly. While she’d never experienced true, deep emotions – like love, whether romantically or platonically – she was just as suspect to the lesser, more vain ones. As much as she prided herself on her intelligence, she was just as feminine as the next female, with the same lusty thoughts. Of course, a healthy dose of flirtation couldn’t hurt, but Dexerous was an alpha and Lien knew better than to overstep her boundaries. He would be her alpha first and foremost; she would serve and obey to the best of her abilities. So instead of cooing at him, she simply gazed up at him, eyes smoldering, a coy smile tugging at her lips as she dipped her head in acknowledgement of his miniscule compliment.
He went on to demand proof of her loyalty, his tone harder now as he explained what he expected of her. It was nothing that she hadn’t been willing to offer, anyways, so each condition he listed was met with cool acceptance. "Do you think you can handle that, sweetheart?" His voice had lost the clipped edge now, but the tone still lingered in Lien’s mind, filed away for future reference. She flashed him a small smile, dipping her head in acceptance. ”Gladly,” she responded, her voice like a soft purr. ”I’ll devote everything I have to serving Cougar Creek. I hope to always please you.” There was no trace of coyness in her tone now; she was serious, and she wanted Dexerous to know it. She would do everything asked of her, considering it her duty to do so. She would make a name for herself in Cougar Creek, and no one would ever doubt her again. She was fierce, intelligent, ruthless...and she would so gladly prove it, at all costs.
Craning her head to look around, she took careful notice of the area, knowing that it would be her home – forever. Leaving Cougar Creek was no longer an option once she’d pledged her blood, sweat, and tears to the pack. Turning her golden orbs back towards Dexerous, she flicked her ears as she spoke again. ”I’ve heard that there are others who sought out your pack,” she began, a wordless question in her eyes. She was not curious, per say, but it was practical to know who else she would be interacting with on a daily basis. ”Your numbers have grown swiftly. I dare say you’ll be unstoppable soon.” She could see it now: Cougar Creek thriving with loyal wolves, their ranks unmatched, with Dexerous victorious and triumphant in each of his struggles. Lien would do whatever job was assigned to her thoroughly and expertly; more than anything, she wished to see the ruler she followed successful in all of his endeavors, and it showed clearly in the depths of her blazing gaze.
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