Mercenary For Hire:: Alphas/Open

[sparta]

Sparta was still a little puffed up over his encounter with that annoying Lupus and her tricky plants. Grr, it would have been easier if they'd been in a desert. But there was one good thing that came of that encounter... Yes, something very interesting he'd learned, indeed... Power, mmm...

He still was battling for control of that power, which was draining a good extent of his energy. But he could still hunt, still fight. Yes, a fine Yagi he'd be if he couldn't hunt for himself or fight his own battles. But this also left him more then a little irritable, more then before, anyway.

And now he'd gone and gotten himself lost in this place. Oh, it'd looked friendly enough, what with the scents of prey in abundance and the quiet peacefulness of it all... but once he'd entered the jungle and chosen a random path to go down, he'd become lost. Sure, if he had proper control over his new powers, he might be able to travel to a shadow closer to the edge of the place, but for one, he was not sure he could even go that far. For two, he still didn't have control.

The sun, which was just peeking through the now thick canopy, momentarily flickered out behind a cloud, which also sent Sparta's shape flickering out, just for a moment, before coming back. He growled in irritation. Why couldn't he control this power, why?! And he was beginning to get hungry... oh, how he could go for a nice Stag right now, perhaps even a scrawny jackalope, if he was lucky. But he really didn't want to leave the path right now. He was already lost enough as it was.

He snarled loudly as his long gazelle horns got caught in some low-laying vines, but quickly ripped through them with said horns. Sparta didn't really care if something heard his snarl, if it wanted to come after him, let it! Right now he wanted to shred something. Pity to the fool who would be unlucky enough to catch Sparta in a bad mood. His long mane fluffed back and form, and he huffed it out of his eyes, totally not in the mood. How was he going to find his way out of here?!

[Annushka Аня]

you say it best
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
А н у ш к а
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Her slate gray fur, splashed with rainbowed hues, was particularly curly on the unseasonably humid day. Usually, the autumn brought a drier heat in the jungle. The emerald plants seemed to glow and play because the sun kept peeking behind clouds. The pinpricks of light flashed dapples through the thick canopy when the sun was out before erasing everything in the darkness when that golden orb was hidden again. It annoyed her more than anything. Annushka was blind, but could still detect between light and dark. When things didn’t stay dark or light, it annoyed her. Her nose was all that she had.

Annushka could smell the Yagi. His scent was strong, powerful even. Intoxicating almost. She had been lonely and out of all the species, the Yagi usually impressed her the most. They were strong, always had been. She fully understood death and life. And the flow of life had her wanting something more. Out of this instinctual necessity, she let herself approach him. Her colorful fur actually provided ample camouflage in the colorful jungle.

Here she was, close to the Yagi. So close that she could hear and smell his breath at every exhale. Her comically large and round ears were pricked toward him, but she swished them backwards and lowered her head when she came ever closer to him. Her sloped back domed in her show of submission. What am I doing? Why did I do this? She couldn’t communicate with him except in shows of active submission and forced mimes—if he allowed her that. No voice. No way to be strong. Wolves had no idea the power of words. Nor had they the idea that posture, though a powerful voice on its own, could only be carried high with words.

And so, like habit, she took the part of the idiot. A stupid wolf. Blind and silent, she wondered when he’d notice her. And if he did, her stance could not possibly taken as aggressive!

[Flynn]

Flynn moved through the underbrush, hot on Anya's trail. He found an odd solace in being around her. It may be because as much as they seemed to loathe each other, they were quite similar. Or it could be that she was the only consistent thing in his life, aside Sylvester.

His sharp nose caught other scents, one of which was an intruder. He hissed to himself, feeling oddly protective of Anya, he came up beside her, "Hey Legs, what are you doing out here? Who's the meat?" He could barely make out the hulking form of the yagi. he bared his red tipped fangs in a clearly defensive posture. He could smell something different about Anya, and the presence of another male made him almost jealous.

His beady black eyes glared up at the newcomer, "What do you want?"

[sparta]

He was rushed out of his thoughts as a Keiyou padded up to him, soon followed by a... weird-looking... Myou? Was that it? Myou? Yes, perhaps. Well, none-the-less, Sparta would have NONE of it. The large Yagi sniffed at them both; they smelled, more or less, the same. Mates? No... perhaps they were in a pack? Yes, they did smell entirely like this accursed jungle he'd gotten himself lost in.

"Meh, well, I am lost in this god-forsaken jungle, but by your scent I can tell your in a pack?" It was not a question. He looked them over again, something forming in his mind. Yes, it was slowly building, forming, molding... growing in mass and BINGO! He had an idea. "Alright, I want in." They both looked a bit smaller then him. His voice was rough and demanding.

Yes, a pack to live in would be marvelous... If he could ever learn the pathways of this godforsaken jungle, that is!

[Flynn]

Flynn snarled, not waiting for Anya to even attempt to respond. "We don't let others in so easily. You have to prove you have what it takes to be a part of us." He probably reeked of wolf blood, he had just finished cleaning up a failed potential member. If that part of his scent did not give away that they dealt in darker matters...he was not sure what would.

He stood his ground, oddly empowered by the strong female at his side, the mute hybrid. He glared/squinted in the direction of the stranger, waiting to see if he would ask what he needed to do.

[sparta]

He smelled blood on the other, just realizing it. Oh-ho, so this pack is not so nice as I think? Good. The better I'll fit in. Sparta didn't really take the other's snarl into consideration. Fine, half-pint, want some? But then proceeded to half-listen as the other told him he couldn't just walk-in willy-nilly. He returned the a the glare the Myou gave him. "Fine." He ground out. "How do I get in, then?"

This was getting on his nerves. Feh, whatever he had to do, it'd better be just a LITTLE bit fun.

[Flynn]

Flynn got an evil smirk on his face, "Go kill someone. Bring me back a leg as proof that you did it. Then you may be accepted into our merry band. You can keep any other body parts if that suits your fancy. Just bring me proof to munch on." His tail twitched, he was growing hungry again.

"If you are lost, follow a trail just east of here. Follow the scent of death in the direction it is the least powerful. You may have to stick your nose pretty close to the ground. I try not to make it that obvious. From here, the walk is about twenty minutes, should you get lost, give a howl and I will find you." The dark little scab did not make a move to leave, he wanted to yagi well on his way before he made a move.

[sparta]

Sparta gave a malicious grin as the Shrew Myou gave him his task. "Mm, sounds like fun. I'll be back in, say, a day, maybe?" With that, he gave a nod of thanks to the other for the directions, and started off to the East, on the trail that the other had pointed out. Then he remembered something. Something anyone he associated with should know, and fear.

Throwing a glance at the other male over his shoulder, he called out. "The name's Sparta, by the way." With that, he turned around and bounded down the trail, and after awhile, was soon out of the jungle, on his way to find another wolf.