Omega, the black one had said. You will not leave this place, Syn had been told. Not understanding what an 'Omega' was, she discarded the word. The other part couldn't have been more clear. Shuffling back and forth as rocks pricked into her underside, the black wolf gazed down from the towering Spine into the bowl shape of the territory. So this was her place too. Well, she had already thought this place to be hers, but now it was official. "This is Syn's." She turned to glance at the field down behind her while wondering what would happen if she decided to leave. Shifting her eyes side to side, Syn searched for any sign of the wolves. "Syn is safe," she whispered to herself. Standing, she spun around to dash down the steep side of the spine towards the boarder. She jumped on ledges when presented, but slid most of the way down. "They won't tell Syn what to do. Syn can do what Syn wants to do." Nervousness tightened into a ball in her stomach. The wolves here were dangerous. The three she had met had all wanted to dig their teeth into her flesh, but the memory of what had happened exactly was still blank.
Once at the bottom of the Spire, Syn walked a little before she slowed to a halt. She didn't want to leave Ouroboros Spine. She just wanted to test the alpha's words. Lowering her head, she sniffed at the ground. Strong smells of a mix of wolves made her nose tingle. A sudden sneeze caused her to fall back onto her rump and stumble to one side. She crinkled her nose, sticking her tongue out at the territory markings. "Too much," she told it.
She was bored now. Nothing had happened when she came to the edge. No wolves had come to stop her. Feeling ornery, Syn dangled a paw over the boarder before setting it down with a defiant wag of her tail. "No one tells Syn what Syn can do." She felt like going back over the Spire despite her words, her usual artistic needs were nagging at her. The sides of the rising rock was a perfect canvas for her drawings. With a stomp of her paw over the boarder, Syn decided that she should go hunting for painting materials. She paused for a moment, wondering if maybe painting materials were hiding in the field. "Syn can do what Syn wants," she repeated halfheartedly.
Tonravik stood very still as she watched the other move toward the borders. But she stopped. Tonravik knew very well what the other was doing, and when the other lingered at the borders Tonravik approached rigidly. The wolves here would not stop her from leaving. They would kill her if she did. It was simple. But Tonravik did not appreciate the others actions, and so moved with her tail high and ears erect, carrying all the swagger a leader would.
A snarl sounded to alert the other of her approach. I see you. She would reprimand the other, while simultaneously releasing her pent up aggravation which, this day, she had plenty of. Her scabbed muzzle wrinkled but the healing skin did not yet break.
Ever silent in his stay -- the warrior found himself within sight of Tonravik, though it was not the swarthy female that captured his attention, but the strange female that muttered to herself. He trailed after them, his creamy paws artful upon the slopes of the mountain as he made his way down to the borders. Brown ears tipped forward, his large figure only held with deference to the leader of the pack. But his brown eyes were cold as they fell upon the unknown female, and while no words were spoken, he regarded the both with piqued interest -- who the hell was this?
Tonravik's muzzle crinkled in punishment, and Ivitaruk made no movement to deter the situation. His own tail rose with expectation -- staking his dominance over the female as he made to move forward then, his nose tipping as he took in her scent -- fresh within the pack.
A snarl warned Syn of someone's approach. "They noticed Syn. Not good. Not good." She turned to find that it was none other than the alpha that had found her. With teeth bared in a sense of foreboding, the black female cowered against the ground beneath the shadow of the leader of the Spine as she approached Syn with tail and ears erect. Syn could guess what was going to happen to her now and mentally prepared for the beating she may have earned herself. "Syn hunt," she tries justifying herself to Tonravik. But she knows there is no hope of dissuading the alpha from punishing her. Sharp and fresh the memory of pain assaults her thoughts. That is pain? Syn does not remember having ever been injured before, but then again there was a reason for the healing wound on her back leg. Had Tonravik done that? "Syn stay. Leave Syn be. Syn doesn't want pain."
She didn't notice the company of the other wolf at first, her focus sharp on the alpha and the memory of pain. Syn could run, but if the alpha caught her? Surely her punishment would be much worse then. With her tail curled between her hind legs Syn snarls defiance at the threat closing in. You should fight... a faded voice echo's in Syn's mind. Her snarl is interrupted with confusion as she looks around to see who had spoken. She spots the audience of the other wolf. Had they spoken? "What wolf say?" Syn questions the stranger.
A sound mixed between a roar and a snarl came forth as Syn lied to Tonravik; it would cost her. Tonravik lurched forward as the other moved to lay, and went to snap roughly at the others cheek, not much thinking if it would hurt the sensitive flesh there (should it hit). Tonravik looked to the cowering Syn who thought to speak again, and the leader again moved to bite the exposed flank that Syn offered in her submission. This did not appease her. Tonravik, infuriated with the lie, infuriated with everything, launched forward as the "L" of leave caused the others tongue to be exposed betwixt the others teeth.
Her ultimate goal was to take the tongue, and rip it out. Wolves could live without their tongue, though it was difficult; they simply couldn't speak. If she missed, she missed; it was a halfhearted attempt at best, impetuous though she moved, but should she succeed there would be plenty of blood. Actions appeased, and the submissive position the other was in was plenty pleasing, but she spoke, and the patience of Tonravik had been tested too many a time in the past week alone.
The Omega herself unwisely tested it; and, she was the present victim of her wrath. Ivitaruk was noted, but not regarded, yet. The punishment for a lying to her was as severe as leaving her could be; but at the least, should her strike hit true, she would ensure the babbling Omega survived it.
If the move was unsuccessful, she would snap roughly at edge of the others muzzle, but hit nothing at all.
Confusion was apparent upon him now – the other rambled mindlessly.. clearly, a wolf who was not diseased of the body, but not sound of the most important: her mind. Tonravik sought to extract punishment on the girl, and despite the question directed to him form the unknown female, Ivitaruk held his tongue, his cinnamon eyes only regarding the two.
He did not move – the wind swept past, ruffling the crimson of his pelt, as he watched what unfolded before him. There did not seem to be a clear use of the strange girl, but Ivitaruk was not one to question his Alpha as to why she took space amongst them.. but it was a mystery to him.
so sorry for the wait Ton, I know you were looking forward to this. Let me know what you think :D
Sharp pain collided with the side of Syn's face as the Alpha's teeth pinched the surface. She had flinched, but the pain lasted only a moment. Though it left a small trail of blood like a tear down her face. She had continued to speak after that and again the black blur that was Ton lunged forward to snap at her flank and then her tongue. Luckily for Syn, the dark alpha missed her tongue and instead rammed painfully into Syn's nose. Teeth, yet again, scrape the delicate skin on her face. This time the pain was much sharper than the bite to her cheek or flank. The tip of her nose was missing and red swelling of blood filled her nostrils.
She panics, unable to breathe properly, and attempts to blow the river of blood from her nose. Using a fore-paw to try to keep the blood from entering her nose, Syn shrieks at the alpha, "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Breathing from her mouth was all she could do as her nose continued to clog. She stumbled forward towards Ton as she lost her balance. Solid ground greeted her as she fell onto her chest. "SYN WILL DIE. SYN WILL DIE. Can't breathe, can't smell. WHY?" Her breaths begin to come in gasps and sputters, the panic becoming an attack.
Then she became silent, controlled, and analyzed Ton with anger . Hel looks up into the alpha's eyes, ignoring the blood filling her nose again. She gives only a glimpse of a threat in her gaze before looking down at Ton's paws. This side of her understands what needs to be done in order to survive. She must submit to the alpha without a fight. But she will not give in to this treatment - this assualt. She will remain silent because without reaction there is no satisfaction. "Do as you wish," she invites with a stable, uninterested voice.
She tasted blood. But she held nothing when she withdrew. No tongue. The other shrieked and screamed and Tonravik looked down at the beast who sobbed. Tonravik decided then she'd put the wolf out of her misery. How tired she was of its wailing. It stopped suddenly, and gave her a complacent, hard look. Do what you wish. Perhaps there was a sentient thing in her yet. If there was, the time to find it out was limited for the other. Tonravik would kill the wretch at her next outburst. The leader was impatient and intolerant, and the punching bag was more annoying than she was worth.
"Your tongue." She had decided. If the other was without her tongue, perhaps she would quit her ramblings and simply be quiet. If when the other was without a tongue she still behaved in such a maniacal, obnoxious fashion, Tonravik would put her out. It was that simple.
Tonravik struck – a viper to but a mouse, and suddenly blood stained the ground. The swarthy wolf’s nose was now missing.. the crimson that oozed from her muzzle was horrendous and the screams that filled the air only stirred the male to stare at her harder. It was a lesson to be learned to the wolves of the Spine – to lie could very well cost your life.. and it would seem this one had learned the hard way.
Ears cupped forward at the brief conversation – the wailing stopped, and now was the moment of truth. His support was unwavering, and his eyes hard as he watched the scene before him. He awaited direction from Tonravik – the omega’s life awaited her decision.
Hel snarled, teeth bared in anger. "What use is a silent wolf?" she asked. "Though you feel Syn is no use to you now. She will be even more worthless without a tongue." That was all Hel wished to share on this matter. If the alpha still insisted on having her tongue, then so be it. Hel did not need a voice to show others her intent. It would make things more pleasing for Hel on the matter of Syn's idiotic babbling. Perhaps the loss of Syn's tongue would ensure that they stay alive too. Internally Hell snorted at the last thought - Syn would always find a way to endanger them. With or without a tongue. Chances of living were higher without one though - sadly.
Hel continued to weigh the matter in her head as she waited for Ton's final words. If the alpha decided to take her tongue, she had to preapre herself for the pain that would ensue. It would be blinding. More than likey it would cause Hel to pass out and for Syn to reappear. Unfortunately, Hel's time on the outside was never long anyway. One day that would hopefully change.
Tonravik had decided and would not change her mind, yet. From the meeting until now, Syn's talking had been nothing but a nuisance. While the wolf spoke perfectly coherent now, oddly enough, Tonravik found the others snarl to be the last straw of insubordination she would take. Now, the other would not be able to talk themselves out of anything. Tonravik herself would not explain further; a silent use was better to her than a loud, foolish one.
The leaders tail lifted over her hindquarters and again she snarled, insistent that the other reveal her tongue. One ear flick toward Ivitaruk, who was well-versed in her quiet command, would indicate that he ought to take a step closer now. For if the other disobeyed her this time, Tonravik and Ivitaruk would end her now. The insinuation was relatively obvious.
Syn faded back in, unsure of the going-on's around her. "You can't have Syn's tongue! Syn's tongue is Syn's!" In the back of her mind Hel was watching coldly, she knew what was going to happen now despite her efforts to keep them alive. This alpha was going to destroy them and Hel could only watch as she was killed.
Syn tried to run, she stumbled in an attempt to dodge around Ton and make her escape. She didn't know that Ton was going to kill her now. She was naive. She didn't know the dangers of her actions. All that mattered to her in this moment was getting away from the one who hurt her nose.
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She had had enough. The Omega was good for nothing, and had yet to carry her weight and prove anything beyond being obnoxious and otherwise useless. As the other went to run, Tonravik blocked the other in lurching in her direction, the large weight of the woman enough to stop Syn in her tracks and retard her movement. In that instant, the alpha female did not go for the lolling tongue, but instead the throat. The alpha female felt fangs connect to esophagus, and her strike was as quick as it was true. She could feel it rupture, and even as Syn crumpled beneath her, Tonravik tore away with the esophagus claimed by her sharp teeth. Blood flowed freely, and the woman snarled past the object in her mouth down at the dead wolf.
The other had not abided by her law. Tonravik had told her there would be a price to pay, and the other had known from the start the price was her life. Tonravik threw her head up and howled to inform the pack of what had occurred this day:
one has disobeyed me, and they have died. Eloquently put. Given that Syn was on the borders, she would leave her to the scavengers... and kill them, too, once the Omega was nothing but scraps. The leader looked to Ivitaruk, who was unflinching throughout, and together they moved onward.