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Post by Nightlock on Nov 29, 2014 4:30:53 GMT
Nightlock, Loner, Female, Three years of age.
AFRAID OF THE DARK, NOW, ARE WE?
The female slowly padded along the river. A wolf had saved her a little while back and he had heard him say something of a pack. That was good enough for her.
Pack life was easy. Pack life was safe. It was the one thing she knew. Despite all the rules she needed to follow, pack life was the best option.
She needed to learn how to fight, how to fend for herself. She had the mind for it, just not the skills.
And maybe it wouldn't be so bad. How bad could it possibly be? Packs were normally families, so obviously they wouldn't be blood-thirsty... Right? If they bossed her around, she could always just.... Leave. Yes, leaving was always an option. Maybe this pack will have what I'm searching for.. She thought a bit foolishly.
The river was going by at an intermediate speed. The fish were swimming around happily. She started to have second thoughts about joining a pack, but her reflection seemed to make up her mind for her. She would join the pack, with any luck someone was even here.
DEXEROUS
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Post by DEXEROUS on Nov 30, 2014 6:35:17 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.
╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ The river brought life to Cougar Creek, it attracted the vulnerable, and it attracted the predators. Yellowstone River was something of a trademark to the pack, it ran through the heart of the territory like an artery to the heart. The purr of it's moving water was constant, it was soothing and reliable like the way blood rushed in your ears. As long as the river ran, Cougar Creek Pack lived on - as long as your blood was flowing, you knew you were alive.
Now, the river was all that Dexerous heard. It was not overbearing, but enough to white wash the whispers of the wind and the life that mingled within it. Yet the brute didn't need sound to figure out what was in the wind, for it carried the secrets of the world around it. He felt in which whispers and pluck at the fringes of his fur. In the wind carried the tell-tale sign of something foreign. The scent was sweet and delicate - that of a female, but it did not carry the trade of Cougar Creek. This was an outsider - an intruder.
The massive brute lifted his head, craning into the wind to drink in the curious scent. His ears pulled forward instinctively, yet he felt the muscles under a thick coat tighten with anticipation. Surely the Rex needed to investigate such an intruder. Dexerous was to investigate.
The Mexican snaked along the the river, drinking in the sweet scent of the vixen. He squared his shoulders as she came into sight, raising his head and lifting his tail in dominance. She was a strange creature with curious markings. Dark fur masked her face and caped her spine, yet her paws and underbelly were light, to match the honey hues that bore down into her reflection. Dexerous paused a few strides from the loner. "Are you lost, loner?" He spoke up at last, something of a smirk painting across as he spoke. Then the mischievousness faded with a hardened expression. "Or are you simply daring to trespass?"
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Post by Nightlock on Nov 30, 2014 6:57:23 GMT
I'm the Queen, you're the peasant.
It's as simple as that.
Still staring at the river, she was clueless to the wolf that was clearly sizing her up. Though he didn't need to. Nightlock was vulnerable; like a gazelle to a lion. At any moment he could pounce and take her down, never to be remembered. But he didn't. Yet.
The female jumped at the sound of the other wolf's voice. "Lost, I suppose. Though I was sort of looking for this place..." She trailed off, looking at the alpha's now hardened expression. His scent was somewhat foreign.. it carried what her memory still held onto; That of Cougar Creek. With a few steps back she noticed he was the dominant of the pair, the strongest, the most likely to win if there was a fight. But there would be no fight, only prey and predator. "This is the territory of the Cougar Creek pack, correct? If so, yes, I am looking for this place." She said slowly. She stared at the wolf, now, looking more closely at the details. He was pretty handsome, she concluded, though strange. But, then, she was strange, as well. His fur was mostly a light grey, while some parts were a red-ish brown. Long snout, long ears. Very distinguishing features. she thought last. She then shook hr head to get back on topic. "I have traveled here to request to join. I'll take any spot in the pack, honestly." She said, bowing her head.
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Post by DEXEROUS on Nov 30, 2014 20:35:09 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.
╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ The vixen jumped as he spoke, as though oblivious to his approach. Dexerous narrowed his eyes, drinking in her body language, her responses, and sizing her potential. Yet it didn't take long for the loner to recover, speaking in a soft silken voice. Such a chime didn't last as she glanced up to his stern expression, her voice trailing with a few hasty steps back. Dexerous resisted a smirk as she backed down from his presence, his ego stroked by her submission.
Dexerous was intrigued by her, as she admitted that she'd stumbled upon the land - though seemingly on purpose. He lifted his muzzle, dignified, as she asked if this was Cougar Creek pack. With something of a smug smile, the brute nodded his head. "You are correct." He responded shortly, watching carefully as she inspected him.
Finally, the loner got to the point. So she wants a home, does she? Dexerous had yet to place a paw on her. He wasn't sure if he liked her submissiveness or not. It was charming in a sense, which inflated his ego and made leadership easy for him. All the same, Cougar Creek was made up of strong, fierce comrades. This was no place for the faint of hearted. She would be eaten alive if she thought a timid little soul would survive in this pack.
Dexeorus narrowed his eyes, pausing as she spoke to weigh in his options and decide just how he figured this young vixen. "I am Dexerous and I am the reaper of your fate. So formulate your words carefully, and tell me exactly why I should let you into my ranks? What attributes can you bring to my pack, loner?" If she thought joining the ranks of Cougar Creek would be easy, the sorry soul had another thing coming.
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Post by Nightlock on Nov 30, 2014 21:09:32 GMT
I'm the Queen, you're the peasant.
It's as simple as that.
Nightlock tried to look a bit tougher, holding her head higher and taking a step forward. "I'm intelligent. Plans of attack come easily to me; I could help you win battles. I may not look very strong, but I suppose I'm determined enough. If I needed to earn my keep I would." She said firmly. The wolf was intimidating, yes, but she understood if she didn't show how much this meant to her she would be chased out. "I'm loyal, as well. If you needed help with anything, even not in my area of expertise, I'd help." She said at last, her voice even more firm - with a hint of desperate. Nightlock really wanted this. She didn't care what she had to do. A pack was easy. A pack was safe. As a breeze ruffled her fur she looked once again to her reflection. She only saw a coward. Leaning on her haunches, raisin her head and lifting her tail a bit higher, the image disappeared. Determination was what she saw. Determination and freedom.
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Post by DEXEROUS on Dec 3, 2014 1:18:04 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 tried to assert her control, take back some of the submission she'd given by raising her head and stepping forward. Dexerous grinned with a flicker of amusement, yet heeded to her words with careful consideration. She spoke firmly, putting forth her determination and her need to be apart of something. The brute pitied it, almost. He paused after she finished, watching carefully as her eyes trailed back down to the surface of the water. There was desperation in this wolf, Dexerous could see it now, yet desperation bred radicals, how far was this vixen willing to go? Would she hold true to her word, after the desperation wore off?
Her expression changed then, replaced with a fire of courage and determination. Dexerous tilted his head, inspecting her thoroughly. "What is your name, loner?" He inquired at last.
"I'll tell you what, you've appealed to my better nature. You will be apart of Cougar Creek - an omega. Prove your loyalty to me, and when I see those skills of yours, perhaps you will find a home among the spies. How does that sound? It'll be our little test run." His voice oozed with amusement, a fox-like grin painting upon his maw. There was really no choice in the matter. If the loner wanted to be apart of the pack, she'd claw her way up the ranks or fail. All that was up to her.
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