Wolf RPG

He travelled too much. The young wolf wandered around the land more than he stayed with the khalas. Sad. And he wanted to be accepted into a new group, but here he was, barely talking, and barely knowing his own "family". How contradictory of him.

Zoratto trotted to where the khalas was camping for the day, his tail waving gently as he looked around, hoping for someone to talk to. Occasionally, he licked at the jagged scars he obtained from the southern pack. A reminder as why he should not stray for the meantime, and why you do not screw with other packs on their territory.

Azzaro had a heart of a wanderer, an explorer, but he rarely ventured away from Hoshor Plains since they had made it their new home. A few times he had left the Khalas but he always returned before too long and made sure not to trouble the natives with chasing him away from their lands. They were idiots in his eyes, make no mistake, he did not think them weak but he didn't think very highly of them either. Once his wanderlust was fulfilled, the aspiring Lajak went home to spar, to patrol, to guard once more. It was his home, and it was his duty to be there and protect those within, not be off in some strange land challenging the natives.

Guarding the Bison was arduous work for the yearling for it meant he had to stay still and simply watch, boring work, made for slaves and older useless wolves, not for a warrior. But he still stayed and did his duty until his watch was over and then he would go for a spar or some border patrols. That day, Azzaro had been returning from a small hunt of rabbits when he saw one of the wolves he hadn't truly gotten acquainted to yet. Letting out a soft chuff to announce his presence, the ivory eyed male trotted forward with his tail high behind him. He was the third highest ranking wolf in the pack after all, what use was rank if he didn't acknowledge it himself.

He licked once more at his scars before cocking an ear to a canine chuff. His pale eyes found an agouti wolf, all cream and dark browns, on the darker spectrum of the normal Dotharan wolf. They had similar faces, however. Pale eyes and a mask, though Zoratto's was the color of dried blood, while his was dark. He recognized the wolf, the third in command of the pack, but he did not know the wolf's name. He lowered his head in respect to his position, but kept a neutral body language otherwise. He was not that far beneath him.

"I never caught your name." He rumbled, his voice deep and slightly booming as he spoke softly. He always had a deep voice, even though he had not yet reached his sexual maturity. He was a week or so from being a year old, but he did not look the part, among Dotharan. He was lanky and thin, though he was tall. His body was more feminine than masculine, but he did his best to offset that. He looked the wolf over again and found himself lingering at certain features. This wolf was...attrac- NO. He isn't. He's just another wolf. A superior.

The nick in his ear from the fight with the black bitch of Blackfeather Woods had long but healed, along with the cut on the bridge of his muzzle which was now fading into a pale scar. Those injuries no longer bothered him, not that they had in first place, but they no longer hurt or annoyed him in any manner. The boy was not as lucky however, it seemed to the aspiring Lajak that his wounds had not fully healed yet. Curiosity burned like wildfire beneath his breast, and he wished to ask the boy how he had obtained the wounds but refrained from doing so. Not yet, he told himself, Not yet.

The boy lowered his head respectfully which was enough for Azzaro for now as he knew that this wolf was not far beneath him anyways. "Azzaro," the agouti Dotharan said in their language with a tilt of his proud crown, unabashedly running his striking ivory eyes over the younger wolf's form, admiring the streamlined muscles beneath his companion's silvery fur. Lanky or not, the boy was not entirely without muscle.

"What's yours?" he threw back at the boy, flashing his fellow Dotharan a charming smile as he did so. Names did not really matter to the aspiring Lajak, usually, he gave them nicknames of his own just for the fun of it, but he supposed he would have to make 'conversation' with the boy for now.

Zoratto was aware that the wolf was raking his gaze along his body, very aware. His body began to heat up slightly, though Zoratto did his best to ignore it. It wasn't what he thought it was. It was only embarrassment, not....that. He huffed, releasing the hot air that was whelling up inside of him. Damn him. Damn this wolf for being attractive.

"Zoratto." He responded, before licking his neck wounds again to avoid Azzaro's smile. Damn him.

Zoratto might be thin and lanky and think his build to be more feminine than masculine but Azzaro overlooked all that. Instead, he saw the streamlined muscles beneath silver and dark red fur, he saw the wounds that would turn into scars that marked him a true Dotharan warrior, he saw the male's striking pale emerald eyes and the fire that burned within. The fire that only true Lajaks of the Dotharan had. It didn't matter that the boy was rangy and didn't have the stereotypical Dotharan build, to the yearling, he was still a comely being.

The boy huffed and Azzaro blinked, it was only then did he stop running his gaze over the boy's body and relax his muscles which he didn't even realized until that moment that they were tense. He tossed that thought away and swiveled his ears towards his companion's direction as he replied, saying that his name was Zoratto.

The aspiring Lajak's eyes followed the boy's movements as he began licking one of his neck wounds. Silently, Azzaro drifted forward until he was right beside Zoratto and began languidly running his own tongue over one of the wounds on his companion's scruff if his fellow Dotharan allowed it. "The name suits you," he murmured into the Epsilon's neck unabashedly. If someone saw them, they would simply assume Azzaro was tending to his packmate's wounds but it was more than that.

He hid the forbidden thoughts in his mind as he lapped at his wounds. To be in love with another male, to care for him and mate with him as if he was a female was reviled in Dotharan culture. It was drummed into him since the beginning. He always had a feeling that he was one of them. He had never gawked and cat-called at the women of his birth khalas, nor was he aroused in his later years when they went into heat. That revelation finally came to him when he found the female coyote, the translator, drenched in hormones that excited another male, but he himself was totally oblivious to. He watched them couple, and found himself staring purely at the older male, the Khasak, and started imagining things. He dare not think back to those. They did strange things to his body.

Zoratto was dragged out of his contemplative state by the sudden press of a foreign tongue on his wounds. He was startled to say the least, and jumped away from Azzaro's head, staring at him accusingly. "Are you mad?!" He hissed with worry, his eyes flitting about, hoping that no one saw them together. "We cannot do that, at all!"

Azzaro had never thought he was different, he was drawn to females when they were in heat, he wanted to couple with them, he was no different to other Dotharan. But that was until he met a new Ko of his father's Khalas, his name was Sajo and the moment he strode into their camp, Azzaro had a strange feeling that only happened when he had a crush of females. Ever since that time, he knew but he didn't care. He had never cared what others thought about him, why should he care now? As long as no one knew about his relationship with men, he would be fine. Besides, if he mounted females just as often as other Dotharan did, no one would suspect him.

Like there was anything to suspect him of in first place.

As soon as his tongue touched Zoratto's wound, he jumped away from him and stared at him with accusing green eyes, hissing words at him. Azzaro straightened up and glanced at his companion, "I'm caring for a packmate's wounds, is there anything wrong with that?" he said carelessly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Besides, as long as no one sees us, it's fine," with that, he strode forward and touched his wet nose gently to Zoratto's cheek if he allowed it.

He was caught in a strange web of annoyed and attracted to the wolf's nonchalant manner. It annoyed him deeply that he simply shrugged this off, as if it was nothing! As if they wouldn't be prosecuted for doing...this. He claimed that he was tending to his wounds, but Zoratto and Azzaro both knew that it was more than that. But it was strangely attractive. Rhoa curse him, it was. The Dotharan were fierce and defiant, but he had never met any who threw tradition and culture to the wind so recklessly. It was a breath of fresh air.

But that still didn't excuse the risks. He let Azzaro's nose rest on his cheek, silently savoring the action, but his voice rumbled as he spoke again through gritted teeth. "But what if someone does see? Then what?" If it was a coyote slave, then killing it would be no problem at all; he had done it before, after all. But if it was another Dotharan...then what would they do? Run?

Azzaro was always a brazen, reckless beast. Sure, he had matured when he left Rhaesh Dahaan and traveled to these wilds, but deep in his heart, he knew that being a serious, sombre and severe wolf was not for him. He was not Khal Rakharo who was forever stoic, he had attempted that facade but in the end, it failed, it was simply not him. The time where he had to be the mature older brother was gone, here, he would become who he was meant to be.

Obviously, he didn't want to get caught for..doing whatever he was doing, but neither did he want to lie to himself that he wasn't one of them. Because he kind of was, and he didn't want to spend all his life pretending otherwise. He appreciated the culture and traditions of the Dotharan, just not those who stopped him from being what he was meant to be.

Azzaro didn't think Zoratto did either. The boy was just like him, the Gamma presumed, and he was afraid of how he felt, which was normal, but fear got you nowhere. Nowhere at all.

The boy did not jump away this time, and Azzaro's nose rested gently upon the green eyed youth's cheek. But the moment of silence was soon broken by the low voice of his companion. "We can act for now, we can say I'm simply tending to your various wounds since I have some knowledge of healing, having a healer as my brother. Besides," the older male of the two lifted his head and fixed his ivory gaze on the other Dotharan's face, "it's not like we're going to do it right now. We haven't even gotten to know each other yet."

A smirk curled at his lips as Azzaro regarded Zoratto with a rare sort of rough gentleness, "What do you want? We can do it your way."

Zoratto stepped back a bit to look fully at the other's eyes. He did not claim to be the most poetic, for he stumbled across some half-assed, generic poetry lines to describe Azzaro's eyes in his head before he came back to reality. The older wolf's plan had slipped subconsciously into his head, and it was plausible, he guessed. They were not close enough from the pack to have anyone coming close to investigate them, and why would anyone object to that?

His fur was close to bursting into flames when Azzaro mentioned "it". He hadn't thought of this relationship, this very young relationship, blossoming into something like that so soon. He was more worried about being caught in a romantic relationship with another man, and a free one at that. "I suppose..." He mulled over his thoughts for a moment. "No one would object to two young males starting to bond and be with each other more." Dotharan society encouraged that in an almost hypocritical way. "We could go out hunting together, guard the borders and the pack...and no one would be none the wiser."

This time, Zoratto did not jump back or object from his suggestion, instead he agreed with the plan Azzaro thought up. Just as the youngster said, no one would stop them from bonding with each other, after all, they were packmates, members of the same Khalas. The Gamma nodded when the green eyed youth said about the various activities they could do together, and no one would know what the true purpose of doing pack duties together was. It seems that he wasn't wrong in his assumption, but then, when had he ever been wrong? His skill at analyzing others could not be matched, at least, not in these wilds.

Azzaro wondered if he should trick Zoratto and say that he was actually checking if the other was into men and that he was actually straight, but decided against it. The poor boy might faint from the fear that would surely possess him the moment those words escape his maw. Instead, the aspiring Lajak flashed a charming smile at the boy and ran his tongue affectionately over the spot between Zoratto's ears, that is, if he allowed it. "Have you ever been in a relationship with a man before?" he asked curiously.

Zoratto, again, would have blushed (if it was possible) as Azzaro's tongue swiped over the top of his head. He went stiff at the action, with the last person ever doing something like that being one of his relatives. It was such an intimate action that his body and his brain froze with shock, but he quickly regained control of his body. He had a question to answer and no time to act like a lovestruck fool (which in actuality, he was).

"No." He blurted. "I've never had a relationship with anyone." Being thrown into slavery at such a young age ruined his chances of having a true young love. None of the young girls or boys of Rhanno's khalas ever came towards him with the notion of play or conversation in mind. "What about you?"

Zoratto's stiffened as Azzaro ran his tongue over the top of his head, taking advantage of the fact that his packmate could not see him, he smiled to himself happily. Their relationship might not last, but at least he had found another man of the same gender that had similar feelings to his own. After all, he'd thought that he would have to resign himself to loving females for the rest of his life, not that it wasn't good, just that...it would be good to know how to love a male.

Zoratto answered him, saying he had never had a relationship with anyone. Quickly, the boy threw his question back to Azzaro's face which elicited a grin from the aspiring Lajak as he drew away. "Yes," he said, "but only with females. I like both genders, you know." The dark Dotharan winked at Zoratto as he buried his snout into his scruff and nuzzled him. "So it's the first time for both of us," he mumbled, silently wishing for the boy to reciprocate Azzaro's affectionate actions.

He was secretly glad that Azzaro at least had experience with relationships. Had the both of them been virgins (metaphorically and literally, perhaps), it would be easy for the two of them to be caught. He made a short soft noise in response, all of his vocabulary quickly disappearing as Azzaro smiled and winked at him. His mind was racing with various images of the two of them at the moment, and only a small part of his brain processed the other's comment on his dual-sexuality. It baffled him. So you could like both? Why didn't he like girls as well?

That thought also made him paranoid. What if another, prettier female came along and stole his affections? Then what? The thought were silenced as Azzaro nuzzled his face into his scruff, leaving Zoratto standing there, awkward and unsure of what to do.

Azzaro did not fail to notice how Zoratto seemed to disappear into his own world whenever the dark furred yearling smiled, winked or did anything similar to the boy. Perhaps he was thinking of their future together, that is, if they managed to have one. The older of the two youths wished with all his heart that this relationship would work out in the end, that they would live happily together like in the stories. And for a moment, like Zoratto, his mind raced with images of them at the moment though he quickly shoved those away the moment they appeared in his mind, it would do him no good to simply imagine.

Azzaro's snout was buried into Zoratto's scruff as he nuzzled him, hoping to get a reaction from the green eyed boy. None came. Perhaps it was because he was new to relationships and did not know what to do. Well if that was it, then he would have to do something to trigger a reaction. "You need to give in a relationship too, you know. You can't always only receive," he spoke, breathing into the boy's neck as he did so.

If his companion still did not get the hint, then he would have to do something.

He blinked, eyelids fluttering at the sensation of warm breath on his nape, then snapped back into reality. The young boy felt selfish for a moment, ashamed at his apprehension. The boy sighed nervously, then pressed his nose at the base of Azzaro's ear, his tongue snaking out to lick it tentatively. He got into a rhythm, then pressed his face into the silver-eyed male's shoulder, tail wagging slowly.

Azzaro heard his companion sigh nervously, and made to nuzzle him gently as if trying to reassure the boy that nothing terrible was going to happen yet. His words seemed to have snapped Zoratto out of his reverie and soon the ivory eyed Dotharan felt a wet nose on his ear, and then a warm, rough tongue licking at his fur. Azzaro's own tail wagged in silent encouragement, and he blinked warmly at the youth, a small smile spreading across his hardened features.

When Zoratto pressed his face to the dark furred Dotharan's shoulder, Azzaro rested his chin gently on the boy's head and breathed out softly for a moment before he reluctantly withdrew from his companion's touch, "We can't stay too long in the plains. No cover," he explained softly. "But..do you want to hunt with me?"

Zoratto blinked with slight confusion as Azzaro pulled away, leaving the young boy without the warmth he had just become accustomed to. He wanted to go back into Azzaro's embrace once again, but he was right. They were far too exposed. Secrets were hard to keep in the plains.

"Sure.." He had never hunted with just one other wolf. It was always either the pack, or himself. Azzaro would once again bring in a welcome change to the young boy's life. Zoratto sniffed the air, searching for anything in close proximity. "I want to try one of those fast deer... at least catch one of them..."

Zoratto was quick to agree, which drew a somewhat amused smirk from the aspiring warrior. "Are you beginning to acquire the Azzaro disease?" he teased the boy, playfully shoving at the other boy as he did so. "You know...the disease where you have to be by my side or you'll fall down and die?" While the Drakhavosi was usually an aloof and stoic wolf, he could be playful when he was around those he liked, and he could also be extremely sarcastic, a trait that had been passed down from his mother to both brothers.

"Sure, why not?" Azzaro glanced at his surroundings, ivory eyes fierce and bright, full of the fiery light of life that only true Dotharan wolves had. "I welcome any fresh meat....." with a brief flare of his nostrils, he caught the location of where a herd of those 'fast deer' were. "C'mon, Zoratto. Or are you going to be slower than me...?" with a laugh, Azzaro began running towards where the herd was, giving all his best.

This day was going well indeed.