Who's Home? (Open to all pack)

[Luparia]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/test2-1.png,true][scrolly:h(350),w(220),sy,c()]The princess was laying on her back near the entrance of the female Home Tree. She was rather disappointed that her breakfast hadn’t been brought to her personally, but what could you do. Good help was apparently hard to find. She had napped on and off throughout the morning, ignoring the rustling of all of her siblings crashing in and out of the tree, those that chose to remain anyway. Her adopted siblings spent most of their time in their father’s den, if not outside, most of the males by the time they began eating meat would rather stay in the male’s home tree. Well good for them, although there wasn’t much good to had from them until they could hunt as far as she was concerned. All that remained were females who like her were sleeping in for one reason or another. Her teal and forest green mixed pearls shined bright on her lighter green pelt, and soon her eyes opened slowly, if not painfully. Her stomach was refusing to be quiet, which meant she would have to get up and pacify it, she would never be a heifer like those Yagi girls, big and clumsy. No, I will be sleek and muscled, even though I won’t need muscles. Her delighted, self serving grin appeared as she rolled onto her stomach, still hoping someone would come and offer to feed her after all, she was younger wasn’t she? She deserved to be waited on. Her muzzle turned into a frown when she realized most of the females were asleep, or out babysitting or whatever females did. No male was around to feed or boss about, and so that left the little female to herself. Snorting in disgust she made her way over to the prey cache and grabbed a piece of meat that was fresh and dragged it over to a corner to eat. Placing a paw on it she began to run her teeth over and over the meat, slowly breaking it off into chewable bite sized pieces. Her thoughts were running from the deliciousness of the food to the aggravation of not being fed personally. She waited with half lidded eyes for anyone to appear to entertain her. [/scrolly]

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[lorak]

His exhaustion barely showed as he studied the territory below him. He was careful to avoid preying eyes and other air-bound wolves but so far he had not come across any...well none that he had noticed. He had been studying the land and its inhabitants since he arrived, his impromptu mission had carried him further than he intended but if it was for the pack then he was going to do it. It would of course bring him glory of sorts and he liked glory. He liked been bowed to and waited on hand and foot... but that would require doing more work than he wanted to have to do. That would require him to seize the leadership and he was not prepared to do that.

He glided down peacefully, he had studied the land long enough and had come up with a good idea of the pack’s size and limits and now it was time to look for a wolf to speak with. He needed inside information. Detailed information.

He landed in front of a young green wolf; he gave no thought to her species, rank or any other details. Only to the fact that she was of this pack and she could offer him the information he needed. He bowed, opening his green and red wings extravagantly and tipping his head. A grin played across his face, a grin of satisfaction. A grin that was not his own but was merely that of the character he played. He needed information and she was going to offer it to him.

“My my what a beautiful young lady” He sat down, closed his wings and allowed his tail to roam behind him. The plant life here was pitiful and so he could not pull it up from the ground or slash at it like he did in the jungle and various other places he ventured to.

“I am Lorak, a foreign Ensign, I am here to find out information about this pack. My home pack want to form a bond with this magnificent pack but I do need a bit of help. You seem like a well informed lady and by letting me know these things you could be doing your pack a great service. In fact Im sure there is quite a bit in it for you. Royalty perhaps, people bowing, flowers, good food, festivals in your name” The butter-soaked words were a far throw, he didn’t know whether this youngling was naive enough to believe he was who he said he was but he could be hopeful. After all what young wolf did not want fame and fortune? And he offered her just that.

”You wouldn’t by any chance know who your leaders are? And what they look like? Because after I speak with you i will need to let them know i am done and will be leaving for home. I have of course asked permission to poke around, well actually my leader asked your leaders but I never got the chance to meet them.” He winked at her, yet another lie had spilled out his mouth. ”May I know your name?”

[Luparia]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/test2-1.png,true][scrolly:h(350),w(220),sy,c()]The little princess was just finishing the piece of meat when it would seem someone had indeed came to entertain her. But he smelled wrong, and not like her pack, and her little face scrunched in dismay. Technically she was still a pup and so she didn’t know if he was a new member, just smelling of his travels, or a stranger, and so close to the Home Tree. Would Ahote even let a new male near the Home Tree, her mind told her to cower, run, bark or howl for help. He may not have looked dangerous but he could definitely crush her small frame before anyone could get here to help her. Her pride reared it’s head though and she snorted slightly, she would not be intimidated by this male. He was after all a male, and it was his duty to bow to her, care for her, entertain her. “Yes I am beautiful, but you are late, I already got my own breakfast, even though you males are supposed to feed me.” She stated petulantly, in the back of her mind she thought if she distracted him long enough, surely a male smelling of her own pack would come soon enough and either welcome the male, or chase him off. He began talking and she tilted her head slightly, she didn’t understand everything he was saying but he did get her attention with flowers, and praise, and festivals. But her pack did not do any of those things, not in her life time she guessed, so who would do these things? Her eyes half lidded as she looked at him, if he wanted to make his pack and her pack friends, why didn’t he talk to Ahote instead of her, a pup and a female at best. Obviously this male did not know much about her pack as he stated. Did she know who the leaders where? She knew Ahote was the be all know all say all. But did she want to tell this male? Wouldn’t he already know who he was…the more she heard the more the female was suspicious. Then he said his leader, spoke with Ahote, but wouldn’t Ahote tell them? He had told them about the leader of the Cadre and the Children…..a slow, devious grin chased her features as she stared at the male…”Well, which pack are you from? We have many important allies.” If nothing else she hoped that would put him on edge, knowing they had many allies, her tail was sticking up, and her head held high like the royalty she was. [/scrolly]

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] [[Since this little spying expedition has trespassed into pack lands, specifically the Home Tree, Ahote will now be intervening, and quite violently.]] The large Brutish male was on his way back to the Home Tree to spend time with his pups. Aroh and Syver were more often found running from their sister Adraxxia, while practicing running and hunting the small prey he brought to them partially alive, to allow them to get used to taking a meal’s life. So far each had excelled in different ways, but each were progressing and growing up to be rather impressive specimen of Yagi pups. As for his other three spawn, he had taken a special interest in his other two daughters and sons. Luparia in particular was a fascinating case, as was her sister Eolande and his third, and youngest son Morgan. He had taken them often out to explore, and play and tussle about, although his other two daughters did not act nearly as playful as Adraxxia. They seemed to be rather adult, except for Morgan, the girls seemed to be like grown females, very serious-minded and adult. It was rather amusing to watch all things considered. But he cared for them nearly as much, if not as much as his other young, and he knew how the other father of the litter felt about them. If Pyke had anything to do about he would keep the hybrids alive, but he would never love them, Ahote could provide that love since he and he alone knew the secret of their birth. His large dark forest green body passed through the brush, easily combing his coat and removing excess hair, even though he was gaining more each day to combat the cold that would soon fall full force on the Taiga. It was as soon as he stepped through the brush that he smelled it, the scent of an intruder. His eyes seemed to darken to a sickly shade of yellow, and his lips curled back over his teeth as he looked forward and saw the female Home Tree and in front of it, a male intruder, and even worse he was speaking to HIS daughter. He slunk downwind of the other male, staying behind the large conifer trees as cover until he was just around the corner. He had came in on the conversation enough to hear Luparia ask just what pack the intruder was from, and if he could have picked up his daughter and praised her, he would have. But right now he had to deal with the fact that some male was trying to bribe information out of her to take this information about his pack back to whomever sent him. This was simply unacceptable, and because the male was a flier, keiyou mixture or something, Ahote would have no problem crippling him on his own. With a burst of power he flung himself forward, and swung his head to the side, trying to use his horns to pierce through a piece of the male wings, this would at least stop his immediate fleeing. The growls and snarls coming from Ahote’s maw were anything but friendly and welcoming. Behind his eyes he saw red, rage boiling from the pit of his stomach. How dare this male intrude on HIS lands, speak with HIS daughter. Even if he had been an envoy from any other pack, envoys and ambassadors knew to howl at the end of a territory and meet when someone came to their call. To outright land in front of a den was an act of war. Thinking quickly he turned his back to the male, and just in case his stabs and jabs of horns missed him, he slammed his hip into the male’s ribcage, the hard bone of his hip horns clashing into the male’s ribcage. Neither blow was a killing blow, but he was trying to incapacitate him. When he had enough room to place himself between the Home Tree and the other male he spoke, “Go find a den, NOW!” He looked back at his daughter for all of a second before turning his now bright yellow and amber eyes on the male in front of him, “Yes what pack are you a member of? Because no pack of my alliances would commit such an act of war. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you, and drag you out to my border as a lesson to all the other would be intruders?” His shoulders were hunched, his fur on end, and his chest heaving with the adrenaline that surged through his body. He needed no call for help, feeling completely capable of killing the other male for trespassing alone. Ahote was more than sick of intruders with wings feeling as though they could land wherever the hell they wanted and do whatever they wanted simply because they could fly. Perhaps that is why he had a pension for Sennyo, they may have had wings, but most were completely self realized that those wings could be torn off….just like the male in front of him….with a little more effort which he would be happy to exude.

[lorak]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-6.png] Lorak was about to answer the young female when another wolf charged, Lorak himself only notice the wolf when a searing pain spread through his wing. The delicate skin that formed his wings had been torn by the male’s horns. A wound that would heal with time but it was a serious problem, it meant he could go nowhere. Without a second thought he let out a gasp of pain, small dribbles of blood forming on the flaps of skin that now swayed as he moved. He looked at the wings in dismay, it was the fact that he would most likely have a scar that upset him the most. He did not notice when the male charged again, knocking Lorak to the ground and winding him. He lay dazed for a moment, hearing the male’s words but not comprehending them just yet. It took him a few minutes and all the while he remained lying on the ground, in as submissive of a position as he could. He mind was moving as fast as possible coming up with a believable story. When his mouth began to function he wasted no time. ”I come from a newly formed pack, just south of here. My leader sent me here to speak with your leader. He said it had all been arranged that I did not need to let others know of my presence. That i was safe and out alliance was formed...” He stopped, and looked the male in the eye. His face an image of fear and honesty, a art he had practiced since birth. He shivered, hoping there was mercy in this wolf. ”I meant no harm I was simply following orders...do i have the wrong pack?” his face changed with the last few words, to an image of an dea going through his mind, a sudden realisation. He then stood up and took a few steps back from the male, cowering in front of him. ”Please have Mercy, I meant no harm. I will leave now if you wish it. Or I could make it up to you somehow?”

[Luparia]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/test2-1.png,true][scrolly:h(350),w(220),sy,c()]Luparia was petulantly awaiting an answer when she smelled a rather familiar smell…Ahote was near. The small female’s heart began to race, would he understand that she wasn’t giving him information, that in fact she was stalling until she could find something better to do to get away or get this stranger away? It was not but a second or two longer when she saw the large, rather huge figure of her alpha, and second fatherly figure burst onto the scene, and spear the other male’s wing. In a blur a movement, seeing as Ahote was rather fast for a Yagi he turned and slammed his rather large horns into the other male, knocking whatever air was in his lungs out in a loud sound. She saw the blood dripping from the gash in his wing and then heard him tell her to go find a den away from the fighting. She sniffed for a moment, almost feeling pushed aside until she saw the look in his eyes when he turned and looked at her. It made the blood in her veins pulse with some kind of feeling. She didn’t think she cared about any wolf, and no other wolf seemed to care besides her mother, but what she saw in Ahote’s eyes was concern, and possibly even affection for the small female Yagi hybrid. Pacified that someone cared, and had come to her rescue she nodded silently and turned on her heels and headed up the tree, her mother and the rest of the brood often took a lower den but Luparia was more independent. Secondly, she would not dare let on that she ran to anyone’s side and buried her head into their stomach for comfort. No she headed into one of the higher dens, with a few animal furs and dove under one of the furs, crawling with it until she was safely hidden by the smell of the furs, and the amount of them, covering her small frame in it’s entirety. She didn’t want to think Ahote would ever lose in a fight, but she couldn’t be entirely sure. She didn’t want to be around if that now injured and possibly angry winged male came looking for the last witness to see him. A small sound escaped her small mouth and she curled into a ball. She hoped for the sake of the reputation she thought she had, no one would find her…hiding away. [/scrolly]

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Ahote was snarling like a crazed being, and in truth he may have been. He was so beyond seeing red at this moment he paused, his chest heaving and expanding, making him look even larger. He was briefly aware of his daughter, Luparia scampering away to go where he had told her to, and he made a mental note to check on her later. He did not want her to see him attack the other wolf but he had no choice, he needed to incapacitate the other male before he escaped. His eyes glared down on the other wolf, the gasp of pain only furthering his rage and desire to come even closer to killing him. By his looks he was a hybrid of some sort, as he knew no Cael had wings that….scaly looking. Concentrating on memorizing how the male looked he was able to calm the rage that was lurking just behind his eyes. He knew of the packs, he had traveled too much not to know which ones were which. He was allied with the bigger packs but there were rumors of troubles and such going on in the south, packs disbanding, others being taken over and such with traitors. His eyes stared skeptically as his listened to the other male speak. “Just south of here you say? I find that incredibly hard to believe.” Both he and Rhiannon would especially be on alert if any pack occupied the Dteria Plains, especially since that was where the three alphas were meeting to cement their alliance. The wolf was lying and he was entirely bad at it. Ahote had flying scouts for a reason, and any activity in the Plains would have been alerted either by his scouts or Rhiannon, more so Rhiannon because the pack would above her and in prime position to move down into her territory. It was his knowledge her pack had even taken in wolves from the last pack to occupy the lands. “Even if that last statement were true about you being misinformed, why were you trying to get information about of a pup of all beings? Also no envoy, no ambassador, no messenger comes deliberately into a pack’s den area. You’re either very stupid, or you expect that I am very stupid. The latter is a rather large mistake seeing as how I could very well rip your precious wings to shreds, and then not only would you look like the weasel you are, but you’d never leave these lands. Ever.” Ahote had not taken a prisoner in his new pack yet, and the idea was serving him with a lot of happiness. He could keep this flimsy little piece of male around for the sheer amusement of taking out his bad mood on, however he figured he would probably end up killing the male before he could be of much use. He shook his head lightly, blood splattering a little here and there with small drips as he glared at the male. “Oh…so eager to leave are you? Why be so eager to leave and beg me for mercy if you have a pack to return to. Shouldn’t you warn me that it might be considered an act of war to touch you, take you prisoner…? No…I think you are exactly what I see you as, a liar, and manipulator. Only a manipulator tries to bargain his way out of becoming a slave, or a prisoner. You know you have no one to help you, and so you figure by offering to make amends I might let you live, let alone leave this territory.” He snorted slightly, and kicked up dirt behind him, a sheer move of dominance on his part. “What makes you think you have anything I want? Besides your body to be broken and in pieces before me?” Ahote could be a loving father, a protecting alpha, and in general a very intelligent male, capable of seeing the worth in many wolves around him. But he could also turn his roiling blood to ice within his veins. He had killed at a young age, and it was not something that just went away, the urge was always there, through every prey, in every fight, it rippled just beneath the surface like a muscle. Now that he had seen the male’s blood nearly nothing would stop him from attempting to spill the rest, not unless the male could appeal to his higher sense, the sense that took care of his family and his pack, that saw the advantages of things such as alliances, information, an upper hand. He waited, although he had not the patience of a saint..

[lorak]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-6.png] Lorak frowned at the wolf. It was clear his words were having no effect and only then did the dangerousness of the situation set in. He had no leverage and he doubted the pack he had joined would dare help him. He was alone in this situation and so now he had to think himself out of it. Not a fun thing to do but something that was necessary. If he gave this wolf information from within the mafia would he be forgiven? Or would he just become a tool? His mind flashed to a future of been a slave to this strange hostile wolf. No he didn’t like that at all. ”Well you may be right saying those words then again its not right to make assumptions. Perhaps I come from a kinder and more trusting land? Perhaps I am not truly a wolf and I am actually a species of dragon” He raised his brows, becoming rather menacing. He was not afraid to bear his fangs. He whipped his tail from side to side rather violently and opened his wings to appear all the more menacing. He took another step towards the wolf, unafraid. He would NOT be defeated by some Yagi. His wing had been torn by this beast and more of his blood would most likely be spilled within the next few moments but it was clear his words were not getting through. He took another step towards the Yagi so that they were almost touching, his teeth still bared Lorak would be quite glad to make the first move.

[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Wasn’t it enough that this ungrateful bastard was standing in his territory still alive? Ahote was very quickly losing his patience, as he did with most males. He was tired of constantly having to prove himself to other alphas, even his own pack members. Maybe the dead body of a trespasser would be enough proof that he was not only smart enough to lead but deadly enough to keep his hold on the cold land and territory his pack now called home. A low snarl started it’s way all the way up from the base of his tail, rumbling up through his gut, and all the until it seethed out his muzzle like it had a mind of it’s own. His claws raked into the earth below him and his teeth pulled back over his lips to provide access to very sharp fangs. He watched the male’s display and it managed to light fire within his eyes, shining bright with rage. “You’re lying again, you so-called lizard. If you came from a kinder more trusting land then you would have no reason to be bowing up to me like this.” When he came face to face, or as close to face to face as he would come Ahote spat in his face, “You are no species of Dragon, just a measly half breed trying to make his way in a world who would have nothing to do with him otherwise and if you don’t remove yourself, I’ll use all that half breed blood to prove to the world that you were only good for one thing and that is target practice.” With that comment he smashed his head into the other’s wolf’s with enough force to push him back and make them both see stars. He growled low as he circled around slowly. “Even if you wanted to claim dragon-age patronage, the sad truth of the matter if that I have more members of my pack at the ready, are you willing to die for your little spying cause? I know plenty of angry males who would love to make a scaly rug out of you for endangering our lands.” He slammed the side of his body into the male again, the bruising force of his horns pushing into the male’s ribcage, forcing him into a tree where the male proceeded to continue the beating of his hips into the male’s ribs. If nothing else breathing was going to become more than difficult. Giving up the assault on his ribs Ahote backed up for a moment, even giving the male time to attack, before he lunged forward again and attempted to jump up, and grasp one of his frail wings in his mouth, fangs attempting, and making a good attempt to pierce his wings again. As far as Ahote was concerned by the time he was through with this male his wings would look like a piece of swiss cheese. He backed up again, inviting an attack from the so-called type of Dragon as he seethed and hissed at him. “Are you ready to admit defeat yet? Or do I have to kill you to ultimately win? Right now all you are serving good for is a way for me to vent my anger, and I can vent for days, weeks, even months. Are you prepared to spend months here? Or won’t that ‘trusting, and loving’ pack miss you? He snorted and stamped his paw into the ground, viciously pacing back and forth, as his eyes, nearly blood red stared at the male, the blood falling from his wings, and he stared at his midsection as though he could see the bruises and nearly fractured ribs. Something primal and devious was rising in Ahote, something he had not felt in years, and it felt good…too good.

[°Nautic°]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/nback-1.jpg] [] The large lyxxus made his way towards the home tree, taking in a large breath to puff out his chest majestically. He was tired of doing so much back breaking work. He wanted just a taste of one of the pack Eranthe, any of them would do. Lately, Nautic just needed to release some built up stress and sexual tensions. Damn that Drakon and Ariana for distracting him from being his normal no usual and natural self! "Maybe that's not who I really am..." thoughts rushing through the older wolf's head as he heaved a heavy sigh. What was one to do? It seemed like no matter how many tails he grew along the way, his body stayed almost perfectly and flawlessly mint condition. Nautic fought the voice inside of his new growing conscious back "No! It's only natural that a male seek pleasure from many females..." the voice pounding at the back of his brain, latching on from the darkness in his skull. "isn't it?" Feeling a bit forlorn and out of place now, the solemn lyxxus now just wished his old pack had not lost at war. He wished he played his cards right... what was wrong with him and why was it up until now he felt guilty about all those she wolves? The large lyxxus huffed, his eight lengthy and glorious tails fluttering in the autumn winds. He began with one foot in front of the other as he let out a snarl and picked up the pace from a trot to a run. Where was he running and why? Nautic just felt a surge of energy. A surge to find who he really was his whole life and why... Skidding to a stop, the male's eyes seemed to widen at the sight before him. He had never seen the scaly wolf before. And based on how Ahote had battered him, he was not of the pack. What were they doing so close to the Forsida Tree?! He tried to keep a level head as he approached the situation, the gears in his mind turning. "Ahote..." he addressed the Drott with a serious and low, gratifying tone... taking a quick bow before taking an erect fighting stance and snarling at the enemy a few feet from him and only a foot or two from the yagi. "Is there a problem here, sir?" His feline-like claws unsheathed as his maw opened to reveal sharp daggers ready to pierce through any substance put in Nautic's path.