Wolf RPG

"What's this-what's this-what's this?" Up and down, she bounced on her front paws. "I've found it! Yes I have - yes I have!" A laugh bubbled from her chest. "A pack-a pack- a pack!" Bouncing and spinning, she jumped from paw to paw and then darted forward across the scent line. "They won't catch me. No they won't-no the wont!" She could see lots of cliffs in this place. She wanted to play on them. Who cared about the stupid little wolfies here? She was quick! They wouldn't keep up with Syn. "Time to play-time to play little wolfies!" she dared them. "It will be fun to play with wolfies," she giggled. "Come out-come out come out and DIE!" Oh yes, this would be lots of fun for her. Their blood would look fun dripping down the cliffs. She could look at the cliffs and imagine the red color in pictures! "What fun-what fun!"  

Rocks rise up before her in a line that looks like a large spine. She sprung off her hind legs to jump onto a low ledge. Her bubbled laugh bounced off a cliff face. "BAAAA -I'm a goat!" Syn looked for a way up, spotting one a tail length to her left. Wiggling her furry butt in the air she jumped up to another ledge. "Syn is master of the spine! Master!" Laying on her stomach, she crawled to the edge, and with her front paws hooked onto the side, she glanced down. "Little wolfiesssssssssss." A grin that seemed permanently attached to her face widens. "Come out-come out wherever you are! Syn wants to play."

She could possibly be a little... well, crazy. That would have to be expected from a wolf who had always lived on their own. After a while, she started to lose it. Syn became Syn's best friend basically. And Syn makes a very good friend with Syn. She is never alone. "Great idea Syn - GREAT idea," she told herself sarcastically. "There are no wolfies here." She popped her bottom lip out in a pout. "Syn wanted to play-to play!" She grinned. "No! I wanted to paint-to pain with wolf blood!" She considered herself an artist. She loved to make pretty pictures on the ground, or trees, or rocks, or cliffs with whatever materials she could get her paws on. Once she had made a bunny rabbit out of her poop. Another time she had made a fox out of grass. Her favorite material was dead things. She could make pictures out of blood - that was easiest. Or make shapes out of bones. There was all kinds of things she could make! The possibilities were endless.

Motherfucker.

She was tired of these motherfucking loners trespassing on their motherfucking territory. She was enraged, following the female's scent into their territory. Not that this one was quiet. No, she was prancing and yelling like a retard, practically asking to be pushed off the goddamn mountain. And then she proclaimed to be the Master of the Spine. Oh hell to the no. 

Charging up the mountain side, Kroc waisted little time, snapping her teeth at the female's neck as she aimed to unbalance her. Whether her teeth connected with flesh or not, a terrible snarl rose from the aspiring Warden, ducking her head to snap a paw up in her jaws and crush a wrist. Or she'd just push her off, but Kroc would catch this one. By the end of this, her blood would color the rocks below. 

A thing runs up to join Syn in the middle of her fun. "What's this-what's this!" she responded to reaching jaws. She ducked, laughing hysterically. "WOLF-it's a WOLF! SEE SYN! There ARE wolves here!" Syn jumped into the wolf in an attempt to throw them both over the ledge. It wasn't that far down after all. "Hi-hi-hi!" she greeted with bubbled laughter. "Do you want to play? We should play. You should be my new materials-NEW MATERIALS!" Syn was going to like this wolf - splayed all over the ground that is. Was this the first wolf she had ever seen? No - she has seen herself in a reflection on a river. Syn is a pretty wolf. She would like it better if she had a white coat kind of like this wolf though. Easier to paint pretty pictures. "You would make a pretty canvas! Please-please-please can I play with you? You should play with Syn!" Why wouldn't this wolf want to play with her? This wolf would become a pretty picture! Though this new friend wouldn't be alive to see it. Well, they could see it in their ghost form. Syn will make sure it's SUPER pretty for the dead wolfie.

Her words went unheard, unacknowledged save for the roar of tremendous anger that blossomed in the quiet air. She would have howled for assistance had not the stupid little shit charged at her, her own large paws skittering backwards, her large frame pressing against the wall that loomed above them to avoid toppling. Even at this slight height, if you fell the right way, you'd die. Kroc was actually counting on that. 

With a slight bit of distance between them, she loosed a short howl, a note to get the attention of a fellow pack member. This wouldn't end up like the other trespasser. This one would be caught. And she would die for her transgression. Another snarl and she went for the female's throat, maneuvering to overtake her on the small ledge, to catch fur and flesh and tear it apart.

Kroc was, by no means, a being that understood others. No, there would be no understanding with this bitch, psychotic or not. Just because she was mentally deficient didn't mean she got a pass. Fuck that shit.

Echelon was not far away when a howl rose up. Short and crisp, she recognized it to be Kroc's. Beyond that, she understood the reason for the summons — it had happened again. Another trespasser thinking they could come skirting through the rough terrain on their way to wherever it was that they felt they needed to go. She took off towards the source of the call in a hurry, loose gravel skipping away and her nails raking across the worn granite faces of the ridges.

When she happened upon them, they were already engaged in battle. The moment presented itself as Echelon entered the fray, bristling and snarling as she kept her distance to figure a way to insert herself. Two on one had much better odds than one on one, and though she did not know of the mental capacity of the trespassing female, she treated her like any other in her position. Out for blood, the lithe female snapped at the heels of the wild beast, ever aware of her positioning and footing on the uneven ground.

The stranger gives a short howl. "What is the wolfie doing? Is the wolfie having fun like Syn? The wolfie must be having fun!" Who wouldn't be having such fun?

Sharp, then tearing, and then pain. A strangled cry sounds from Syn. "What-what is it! What did you do!" She screams at the wolf. She has never felt pain before. She did not know what it was.

Then another blur comes from behind this wolf. "Let go- let go- let go!" Syn tries to pull herself from the strangers jaws, wriggling in a spastic  back and forth motion. "Not fun-not fun!" She changes direction without warning, ramming herself into the wolf who holds her. "LET GO," Syn screams, flailing her claws. She continues to shove herself into the wolf by pulling back and then running into her again and again. She twists and turns, desperately trying to escape, her limbs flying in all different directions. Was this other wolfie going to do the same to her? The thought causes Syn to freak out even more. A continuous "LET GO!" scream pouring over and over from her jaws.

The female's screams intensified, becoming scared rather than nonsensical. Ahh, music to her ears. The blood that rolled over her tongue signified her minor victory, the fur and flesh in her mouth torn away as Kroc shook her head, attempting to rip her off her feet and put her into submission. She had not seen the other wolf arrive but she heard the guttural growl of the one to help her and knew that this would come to an end soon, one way or another.

The continuous cries did nothing for Kroc's anger, only irritating her further, her snarls no longer muffled by bloodied fur as she sought to ram her shoulder into the girl's wound. Her intent was to ground her. Either here, or once she hit the ground a few feet below. Kroc didn't care which.

The moment that Kroc seemingly gained a hold on the wolf, Echelon saw her moment to jump in. She grabbed after a hind leg as the female rocked back and forth, out for blood and bone to do more than teach her a lesson. It was worth the effort to maim her and show her the error of her ways — her screaming was nothing more than some sort of fiendish delight that she was beginning to understand them. This misjudgment would be her last in Echelon's eyes and she would give no mercy easily.

Something changes as Syn is forced to the ground. Her screams go quiet. There is still pain. But a dark and dangerous feeling starts to slink through Syn. Her eyes harden and her lips curl back into a viscous snarl. She locks eyes with the wolf holding her leg. It was the other Syn, the other her. The one that stayed hidden in the recesses of her mind.

With all her strength she lunges towards the wolf holding her, aiming to latch onto it's leg. They've brought her out and now they will know the error they made. She had always tried to emerge, but the crazy her never let her out. This will be the first time that she has taken control. But she didn't want to be known as Syn, really. She wanted to be known as Hel and she will show these wolves Hel. It will be an honor for them. They are the ones to bring her out. She will make them understand that she is dangerous. She will give them a fight to remember, so that they know what she is capable of when Syn takes back over.

The incessant shrieking summoned Tonravik. The quiet of the Spine was nonexistent, and blood drummed in her ears as the wolf moved in a long-legged sprint. She slowed, hearing the snarling and the screaming and watching with pride as her wolves went to work. Her tail lifted as the large woman came upon the scene with ears erect and a snarl on her face.

Tonravik moved to intervene when the wolf was distracted, as it attempted to grab hold of her subordinates leg. Tonravik would sooner break the strangers leg and see the other die on her own. There was nothing interesting or intriguing to Tonravik about insanity; only the strong survived, and if they were wild in their minds and were still alive, they were as strong as any other. If Syn had made it this far, she was strong enough. But she would make it no further if she continued to fight. Tonravik lurched forward and moved to attempt to grab the others exposed throat as the other stretched to reach and grab Kroc's leg. She was silent in her maneuver, saliva slung between jowls as they stretched open before shutting. It was not done to kill, but to assert total dominance over the other, to say, in no words at all, submit or die.

She seized purchase somewhere in there but found herself letting go out of instinct far before she entirely understood why. In a flash of darkness from the corner of her own vision, she spotted Tonravik and suddenly it all made sense as to what was going on now. Yet her own backing off was temporary, unafraid and undeterred by the gestures any wolf around her could have put on. While her alpha may have moved to force their trespassing vagrant into submission, Echelon struck at her again in her struggles, attempting to torment the very flesh she had been trying to pierce between sharp teeth.

Echelon's assistance strengthened their advance against the psychotic little girl, and as the large-framed female held her down, the intruder's fight renewed. Her screams became snarls and her teeth lashed out at Kroc's leg, which was yanked back just soon enough to feel those teeth graze muscle. 

This was about the time Tonravik appeared, seeking to dominate the intruder. The would-be Warden's Intruder. Kill. mechanism was still in overdrive as she stayed just near them, ready to attack should the female decide to retaliate against the true master of the Spine. A pitched growl resonated in her throat, jaws split in a threatening manner as this turn of events unfolded. 

There were three of them now. Hel snarls at all of them, but something holds her back from attacking. It would be idiotic to try escaping with so many surrounding her. She would never make it. Her plans on showing them what she is capable will have to wait for another time. She feels pissed. The first time she is allowed to the surface and she can't do a damn thing. But already she knows her time is almost up. A darkness pulls her from the forefront of her mind as Syn begins to take over again.

Once, twice, three times Syn blinks away dark spots from her vision. What had happened? Wide eyes glance around her. She finds herself on the ground with three snarling wolves. With such hostility she finds herself showing her belly to them, ears back with nervousness. She only recognizes two of them, but can't remember where from. "What's this? What's this?" She voices with confusion coloring her tone. "Why do you snarl at Syn so? What did Syn do? Where did wolfies come from?" She barely even remembers coming to this cliff ledge. The only bits of memory she has was when she found the scent boarder and climbing the cliff. After that it's all a blur. 

The other melted easily beneath her weight, falling and tucking and revealing her stomach to Tonravik. Her wolves, Kroc and Echelon, and while Echelon lashed forward to attempt to pinch the skin of Syn, Tonravik moved to put a foreleg possessively, dominantly, over her, baring her fangs as her snarl heightened in its pitch as the other spoke. How close they were to a ledge that could send the other to her death. If anything went wrong, that was what they would do. Her tail was held loftily over her hindquarters, saliva oozing from the corners of her lips.

There was little preventing Tonravik from forcing the wretch over the ledge now. It was evident she humored it when she looked toward the cliff, and back to the babbling, confounded wolf. Her own rage built within her. Tonravik snaps savagely at the others face, and thinks of a better use for the other. She would stay. Tonravik quiets, but her face remains frozen in that horrifying snarl. "You trespass." Tonravik flicked an ear to give the others pause for a moment. Her intense stare demanded the other stay, belly-exposed, where she was, else she would surely face death.

With Tonravik impeding her desire to strike, Echelon found herself backing off several paces from them all. It was as though the bellied-up creature had no sanity at all, snapping back and forth between personas that made no sense to her. It seemed necessary to send her sprialling down towards the rocky incline below from where she lied, but in the same stroke Echelon would not disobey Tonravik. Whatever it was that their alpha wanted to see playing out would have to be seen. How lucky for the vagrant that they had been spared so far.

Kroc, too, withdrew, watching as the trespasser flip flopped, going from scared and psychotic to violent and back at a pace that was too erratic to truly follow. This one made her uneasy, with the way she spoke of herself and he high-pitched screeching. The pale Warden-to-be did not appreciate this kind of bullshit but it seemed that Tonravik had other ideas for her in mind. Kroc remained quiet in the face of that information, ready to act on the Alpha's word, whether it would be instructing them to back off or to drag her to the mountain top and chuck her off. No matter what it was, Kroc would obey.

The other lacked basic instinct, not knowing what trespass meant. That alone made Tonravik desire to kill her. She would not live a long life, and it was truly hers for the taking. But Tonravik had other ideas, and though appeased by the wolf's belly, snapped frustratedly at her, missing intentionally by a longshot.

Tonravik leered at the other. Her frustrations had found their outlet as she snarled, ear twitching. "Omega," she snarls. Tonravik knew an outlet was needed for her... and also, she knew, the others. "You will not leave this place." Her death sentence had been signed, and the message beneath it clear. If the other did not learn, she would surely die here. That was pack life. They had found their scapegoat.

How the fuck-- Kroc's disbelief flashed in her eyes. How the hell did a wolf not know what it meant to trespass? It was unnerving, though the pale warden-to-be did not show such things. She asked to stay and Kroc simply displayed her teeth, no sound accompanying the threat as it did not matter if she stayed. If they crossed paths again, the female would not take kindly to this one. 

Tonravik laid the law and Kroc evaluated the situation, sure that the concept of having rules to follow was unknown to this fool as well. Should Kroc find her trying to leave, that would be it. There would be no second chance. The cold thought came and went as Kroc retained her silence, standing near by until she was sure she was no longer needed. When that moment came, the female returned to her patrol, ready for the next dumb ass that pushed their luck with the wolves of the Spine.