Wolf RPG

@Crëyr


The russian had not yet recieved a reply from any authority of the lands who were bordered before him. Yet he had patience. He could wait.
Vector had no intention of leaving. Here was safe land, a respite from the harshity of his birthlands, though the softness of the snow, the reassuring cold of the ice, the constant brisk of the wind...it made him feel as though he had a bit of a warm heart. Now, it seemed apparent to the flaring red decorated male that he may well be the one who's heart brings the cold winters of Russia with him, for his heart was jaded with the crystals of frozen emotions. As long as it never melted, he would be able to think properly, as he should. Focused on the task at hand, concluded the brute.

In his short time in the nearby forests that remained untainted by the scent of other lupines, Vector's mind brought to attention his feral grumbling of hunger that snarled from deep within him. How long had he not eaten? 2 days? This had not buffeted the man, for he had gone days without a morsel of food, many times in the cold terrain of home. This was nothing.

Yet, Vector had free time. Why not grab a meal, while he awaited company? No consequence could come of the action. As long as he had remained off of pack lands, he would not be damnable to any punishments.
Lifting his weight by his fours, Vector began searching out a trail for prey, and by prey, he meant anything. With this hunger that throbbed within him, his pickiness diminished, significantly.
He had noticed quite a few massive rabbit - related mammals. Hares. Fat and sweet, preparing their lives for the cold of the fall. The poor little things did not know they would not see another day of it.

Leap after leap, Vector used his uncanny precision to smash the rabbits, jumping upon them as through they were 'whack a moles', almost releasing a laugh at the little squeaks they made as they felt their insides crushed, and their bones pulverized.
But that would be a bit more of his russian heritage that wished to unfurl itself, his cruel upbringing attempting to free itself from its shackles. The sadistic glee that lusted at his core. The intensity rising with each little hare smashed.
He put an end to it after collecting 10 rabbits. The almost painfully numbing bliss began to leave him, etching a small abyss into him, feeding him lies that he was not who he was meant to be.
Ignoring the repetitive feelings, he gathered up his catch, and began eating, each savored more than the last. These hares were different from the Moscow ones. Very sweet, plump, soft..his homelands were tangy and gamey, their muscle built for excelling in hard situations. Almost like a treat, these were.

So Vector layed, stretching himself onto his pale stomach, limps spread accurately, and he enjoyed his meal on the edge of the forest.

Crëyr had been traipsing around the bushes, collecting plants of all sorts for medical usage appointed by the healer. As she padded round a corner, she noticed a strange scuffling coming from somewhere nearby.

Her nose started to twitch. Quickly the scent of the strange, unknown wolf drifted into her nostrils. Promptly she gave up on the idea of trying to identify this wolf and quickly started towards the scent, as this wolf was very close to claimed land.

Uneasiness settled in her stomach as she trudged closer to the sound and the scent as she had no idea what was going to be in front of her moments later. Crëyr knew how to cope and deal with whatever life threw at her, so after that specific thought struck her she balled the feeling up, like a piece of used paper, and threw it away and into her mind's wastebasket. She would empty it later on.

The scent led her to a relatively empty clearing, a place where wolves came to hunt, rest and go. The first noticeable thing she saw was the smashed rabbit carcass, bitten open, bloody insides revealed and hurled away. Her blue eyes turned away from the carcass yet to see another one.

Well, not exactly another one. A mountain of rabbit carcasses sat on the leafy floor, all in the same condition as of the last carcass she had seen. Once her eyes flickered away, she spotted the male, bits of his thick pelt equivalent to the color of some of the leaves scattered on the forest floor.

◆its fine. :P you know conversation is inevitable. xD◆


The dark flame patterned wolf raised himself to his haunches after his ears pinpointed the sound of unnaturally moving grassblades : someone comes.
He began grooming himself, removing the bone fragments and slight organ mush from his pads. The crimson only made his tanned paws match his topcoat of brisk hair. Seconds before the company revealed themself, he had gotten the last drip of ruby liquid from his maw from the simple licking of his chops. Swiftly, he completed his cleaning. Then the figure made their appearance.

A dark shewolf, one who held held both light and dark in her hide, the colors at play and forming harmony with each other, blending into a stunning even shaded grey, though the light gave it benifits, it leaned closer to a dark grey. He analyzed her silently, with emerald orbs finding her own cerulean ones, eyes that could have made the sea itself, jealous. One silent and unnoticed breath flooded information into his mind of the target before him. Scent of pack. Same scent as border. Unwed. Fit for stealth and cunning that strength. Well groomed.
He silenced the rest.

Vector gazed at her, wondering what the female was doing away from pack lands, why she was alone, and what her voice would sound like.

She watched as the male shifted on his well-muscled frame, taking notice of her sudden appearance. His emerald green eyes came to fix on her face, locking his gaze with her own.

She analyzed this wolf, scanning him up and down thoroughly. He was a loner. An able-bodied one, at that. His fur looked as if Autumn had come to grace it with its touch, as its colours consisted of beautiful hues regarding the season they were in the middle of. His emerald eyes, spoke of great length and distance.

Crëyr stood firmly at her place as her gaze came back to rest upon his face. "Good afternoon. May I ask why you are here?"

Words formulated left and right in his mind, trying to form sentences that were over complicated for the situation. Explanations, stories, lies, strategic words trying to make themselves known. Vector reigned them in, controling them before they ran, speading fire acoss the conversation.

"Privet." The greeting took place, his softly russian accented voice slid smoothly from his tongue to the air, its deep melody reaching her auds within meer nanoseconds.
"I have come for food, shelter, and a pack. I rest here, awaiting the appearance of the authority of these lands. "

He continued his gandering at her, no longer studying him, through his peripheral vision stayed aware of her body's language, it being the tell tell of any hostile intentions. She seemed to have no plans for such a thing, as she did not reign from the lands of Mother Russia, her lands death bringers, and other packs, whos sneak attacks were just as deadly.

Words were spoken, syllables rolling swiftly and smoothly off his tongue. "Privet."

The greeting, as of what Crëyr could tell, was not of a language she recognized. There was a fair chance that the language had originated from a European country. Romania? She guessed. Russia?

Then came the reasoning. "I have come for food, shelter, and a pack. I rest here, awaiting the appearance of the authority of these lands. " As that was spoken, Crëyr immediately pounced on the bit where he had mentioned the authorities. Shadow. She wasn't sure if she had missed it or haven't, but she was quite certain this wolf had found a way to try reach Shadow. Howl for him, perhaps?

"I trust you have tried to call for him, yes? The authorities?" Crëyr asked, her eyes flickering back and forth to the wolf and to the heaps of rabbit carcasses, her cerulean orbs narrowing slightly as she took notice of his direct eye contact.

Quote: thats alright. I guess a mass of rabbit corpses will be great conversation. Lolz
edited because Will replied. xD

Using contextual clues, she had indicated that the leader was in fact of masculine gender. Then she reverted back, saying it back in the plural form. So a man.

"Da, I have sent a howl for the leader of the lands. "

Vector turned his eyes over her shoulder, pretending to search for her leader, though the male was just casually avoiding eye contact. Then his brain sent to him a suggestion. Use her as a catalyst for notifying the Alpha.

He saw again, through the peripheral, her orbs lashing betwen him and the rabbit skeletons. The recon inferred the mass of little bodys woud possible find themselves in tje conversation, as well.

Crëyr watched the male carefully. "Da, I have sent a howl for the leader of the lands." His eyes were no longer on hers and were instead fixed at a distance somewhere behind her, flickering back and forth as if he was searching for something or someone.

He looked like he was deep in thought. Crëyr had seen the look somewhere deep in her memory, something which aroused would spread into a flame that would consume the entire of her mind. She had come to recognize a look like that.

Draenen.

Cringing inwardly, she pushed the thought of her deceased sister away from her mind. "Ah, well, he does not need anybody to fetch him. How long have you been here?" She asked, shoving the last of the memories of her sister's face away. Promptly she nodded at the pile of carcasses stacked up on the forest floor. "Also, why have you been hunting on our lands?"

"The rabbits I have claimed were on unclaimed soil. I made sure of that. I brought them near the border, so I could eat while I waited."

Vector had to clarify or else she would tell the leader he had stolen pack resources. That was another burden he didn't need on his shoulders. Steering the conversation would prove better, however, but he took it at a subtler approach.

"How long have you been in this pack?" he turned back to her, emerald gaze lingering over her face a bit before returning to the far side of the left of her.

The lithe girl raised an eyebrow as she took the time to listen to what the reddish-hued male had to say. "Perhaps you have, though you might want to take on a different approach the next time to avoid misunderstandings and confusion, as we consider surrounding land the land we hunt on."

The graphite-silvery beauty did not know what the male's intentions were once he steered the conversation away to another topic. Crëyr was slightly wary, yes, only when she felt like she had to be like that. From what the girl's thoughts and assumptions were, he either wanted to stop talking about the "incident" or he actually was curious to know about her residence in the pack.

"I have been here a couple of weeks or so," She murmured. "I can see that you plan to join this pack, and you seem to be a possible recruit." Her eyes flickered again to the rabbit carcasses as she felt slight laughter bubble up in her throat. Suppressing it down, Crëyr smiled. "It will happen. Possibly. Maybe I shall call for Shadow."

《Its chill, I was out too.》



The russet russian kept his orbs away from the girl. Regarding the words would lead to his demise in such matter, for his mood was tampered with, and for reasons unjustifyingly unknown.

"I thank you for that....the consideration. "

This wolfess had offered calling the leader, though he rather such not happen in the moment. He had to clean up a bit, before moving on to such a situation. Be presentable.

"I will call him, there is no issue. But first, I havebbusiness to attend. Maybe I will converse with you, again. Or maybe not."

Vector stood, and looked down at the prone form who had leveled herself beside him. Emeralds cast in her direction.

"Goodbye, devushka. "