Wolf RPG

Ezimette walked into the lair, her paw pads making a faint sound on the ground. Her green eyes glittered. Finally, she had returned. Her thin malnourished coat had grown thicker and her posture was better. She had a new aura about her, something more powerful and a bit less pessimistic. Her long legs carried her quickly as she strode in. The rich peach in her coat was darkened in the faint light. Her ears twitched and her tail swished, where were the others? Her nose twitched, searching for any scents out of place, but nothing appeared.Her long sleek body laid down with a thump, sending small clouds of dust into the air. She would wait here for them. Her paws curled a bit. She stretched her neck out. Ezimette had needed to find herself before she joined the pack. She had taken her time now and was ready to rejoin. It felt wonderful to be back. How perfect it was to be back in familiar territory, and not looking like a scrap of white fur. She felt more presentable, more powerful, better for pack life.It would be sublime to see Jolon, the male, and Asterr, the dragon. She had a fate with them as her pack, a fate bond that she was totally concentrated on. Her fate bond with the dog mother she had met had been the strongest, up until now. Now she was here, and ready for the start of her new life.

Asterr had been working overtime, ensuring their borders were strong and that everyone knew they were located there. She wished not for any ill fates to befall her tribe mates, and so she made sure everything was fine. They were no longer directly beside another pack, they no longer had to worry about a shared border or war—they were safe, secluded and healing. To make things better, she had discovered that the flora of the lair was far greater in species than what the cavern had held. It was perfect for her, being an aspiring medic and all. Not to mention how it allowed for her to better treat those who were currently wounded. In truth, she hadn't really needed to do much, but she'd wished to take that extra step and knock out the chance of infections setting in entirely. It made her feel better, less guilty.

The yearling had awoken early that day, setting out to patrol and strengthen the borders. Eventually, she'd retired to the inner domain of the territory, before a feeling compelled her to start moving once more. This time, she was led outside of the territory, but not far. It confused her, wondering what it was that she had to see, before a pallid form in the distance caught her attention. Then there came the scent, one that was familiar and filled her with concern, uncertainty, and even an ounce or two of disapproval. No matter, the dragoness approached the woman, keeping quiet even after she'd come to a stop a few meters in front of her. It took awhile for the girl to find her voice, but once she had, there was only one thing she'd been able to say: "Where did you go?"

Ezimette looked at her with a bright smile, but the guilt hit her soon afterwards. Why had she left so suddenly? "I had to find myself, and take care of myself. I...I was confused about what had happened when I met you Asterr. I didn't understand my actions, or why I had passed out. I needed to take time to myself for mental health. I am here now though, so there is no need to worry over me. I have come to officially  join, and I hope that I won't be leaving again anytime soon." She looked into Asterr's eyes and nodded to her, content with the answer she had given. Her paws shuffled in the dust and she lowered her head in respect and apology. "I am so sorry for leaving in such a strange way...I wasn't myself." Her eyes found their way up to Asterr's and she looked on with her emerald eyes, pleading for forgiveness. Her tail swished softly, and her long legs moved tentatively towards Asterr. She reached her neck out as to place her head on Asterr's shoulder as a sign of friendship but was hesitant and worried she would feel offended by the gesture. Asterr was, after all, her superior. "Sorry!" She said softly. Her large ears flicked back and forth. She regretted having left, all she wanted was to be back with the pack. She finally pulled her head back up with a quiet sigh, and gave a soft smile at Asterr, begging forgiveness once again. She had made a mistake...A bad one.

An explanation was given, yet Asterr felt reluctant to accept her words. There was only one thing she demanded of her members, and that was loyalty. She expected them to always be present, to never leave no matter the circumstances, and demanded a pledge of such before being accepted. Ezimette had made that very same pledge, but then she'd gone off and broken it. She had left them without so much as a single word of goodbye; one moment she was there, and then the next she was gone. The girl felt distrustful of her, a rare thing for someone who often searched for the best in others, and had once again been left unable to find her voice. When the woman approached to touch her shoulder, the yearling jerked her body back, denying her touch. She had been welcomed into the tribe with that very same gesture, so to see her trying to use it on the dragoness left a sour taste in her mouth.

"If that was the case, then you should have come to me. You should have told me—or someone, at least—that you were leaving." Her tone lacked it's usual softness, unable to get passed the betrayal. "You left without a single word, and then you return expecting to be welcomed back? How..." the girl swallowed, giving a shake of her head right after. "How can you expect me to grant you access into the tribe once more? You have left once already, so what is to keep you from doing the very same thing this time around?" She had half a mind to turn her away completely, to send her off and never let her near the borders. "I cannot be sure that you will remain, that you will not just use us and our resources, then leave to who knows where."

Ezimette backed away, her ears flattened against her head with sadness. "I am so sorry... I didn't think you would worry about me... I have not ever been in a ... tribe/pack. I-I grew up with a wild dog, she did not teach me the customs of your wolves. I know what I have done is wrong. I know that you should not have to put up with me, but I will do absolutely anything to gain your trust, if that is possible." Her eyes stung with guilt. She lowered herself and continued in a voice just barely louder than a whisper. " I have made a mistake. I have come to you looking untrustworthy or bad. I am not that wolf. I am confused, yes. But disloyal? Never!" She took a gulp as she continued. "I am sorry. I will never do anything like this again. But Asterr, surely if you were unsure of who you were, you would go off, wouldn't you? Maybe not... I know I should've said something, I know. And yet I did something else because I wasn't myself. I will do anything for this tribe, and I don't even know most of the members. If I must give you my soul to earn your trust, so be it. I believe in fate, and I know that this tribe is part of my fate. Please Asterr? Please accept me." She was surprised at herself, yet she knew that she needed to be in this tribe. Why had she been so stupid? She could've at lest told Jolon! She touched her nose to the ground. At this point she was visibly fighting with herself. Her tail was tucked underneath her body and her ears laid back. Her eyes were scrunched up in guilty pain. Her green eyes were just barely open enough to pick up Asterr's figure before her. All of the feelings of optimism she had had earlier had vanished. "Please," was the only word she could utter, and even that sounded shaky. She was trembling. Her fur had bristled with fear as she stood their, a hot mess.

The entire situation was awful. Asterr was having an internal battle with herself all the way through it. She wanted to let her join them again, but after her sudden departure, the girl was rightfully hesitant. She worried, greatly, uncertain of what should be done. Should she allow the female to join them again, or should she turn her away? She wanted... oh, how difficult of a decision she'd been presented with! The pallid woman's posture didn't help at all, making her feel guilty for even considering the idea of leaving her out in the wilds on her own. Again, she shook her head, clearing her mind of any and all thoughts. She needed a clear mind, to be absent of all distractions, so that she might make the correct decision.

"I..." Asterr was quick to cut herself off, mouth closing abruptly as she thought her words over. She had to be certain, there was no room for an error to be made. Disloyal wolves were not welcomed in the tribe, and that was final, yet... "I will allow you to join us once more, but you will occupy the lowest of the ranks. You will not be viewed as a member until you have proven to me that your loyalty is not a farce." The dragoness hoped she was not making the wrong choice. Ezimette would be permitted within the territory only as an omega until she had managed to demonstrate her loyalty and earn back the chieftess' trust.

Ezimette was trembling. Her eyes gazed into Asterr's with an honest fear. "Thank you alpha," was all she had been able to whisper. She ducked her head and lowered her body. She placed her tail close down by her legs and exposed her neck in submission. Ezimette was mortified that she had been placed in the lowest rank of the pack, but she was in it, and that was all that mattered. she would serve these wolves and take whatever punishment they thrust at her.
    She took on a very submissive posture, though it was a bit difficult due to her long legs. "Where must I go?" She asked softly, her eyes looking down. Her white coat swished in the wind and her scruff was blown around a bit. She was in a stance of what she only knew as respectful or submissive, or at least that's what she had observed of other packs in her times of wandering.

Thanks were given, but it fell on deaf ears. She was troubled, deeply so, uncertain of whether her decision had been the correct one or not. There was only one thing she'd ever asked of any of the members, and the female had gone against that. Her actions weighed heavily on the yearling's mind, causing a frown to show through across her maw. It was very out of place on her muzzle, not seeming to fit the girl's usual demeanor, but many things had showed changes as of late. The dragoness didn't know how to react to it all, and was just happy that majority of her founding members remained. Without them, she would be lost. They reassured her with their presences alone, which had contributed greatly to her choice in giving the pallid woman a second chance. There would not be a third, however, not unless the impression made this time around was absolutely wonderful.

Being shown so much submission was new to her, but she did not insist that the other stop. She did not comment on her posture at all, actually, just turned away to face the direction of the lair. "Follow me," Asterr murmured, sparing not a single glance at her newly accepted tribe mate. It would take a great deal of effort to earn back her trust, that was for sure. Without waiting to hear if Ezimette had anything more to say, the chieftess began at an easy jog in the direction of the tribe's borders. The short trip would consist of silence from the dragoness' end, and the moment they were within the territory she would head off to clear her mind; essentially leaving the pale wolf to her own devices, but for how long had yet to be determined.