LONELY (open!)

[Sivoncé™]

Cool breeze swayed the boughs of the darkwood trees that dotted Yozoran territory. Between the crisp, cool blades of grass and floral forest ornamentation, a young fae strode with a slow stride. She was marked a lighter brown than that of the towering, castles of trees around her, surging skywards. At the roof of the forest canopy, the characteristic lime of the leaves burned in roaring reds and flamining fiery hues, imitating the sunshine that filtered in in secluded shafts. Anointed, champion torches, the scene lit a light of bountiful prospects for any who looked upon the place, rich in prey and aromatic with herbs and rosarie.
But dead things dwelt here. Oh, she felt dead, dead, dead, dead...
Mama, dead. Neveria, taken. Flisk, taken. Iver, lost. What has our pack even come to? There's no sense to us anymore!
She padded with swift steps into the frothing clearing, an aura of tredeptation in her anxious way. Her eyes darted around the place, eyeing the spaces between the trees under a scruntinous stare.
Our pack is deteriorating....are we even safe here anymore?
Trianna stood alone in the autumnal clearing.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Slow your heart, drink in breath, steady the drums… breathe again.
The grinding of mechanical gears slamming to a halt, the roaring gush of blood pulsing through his ears… and then that rare silence. He was not the demon, at least not now—but nor was he normal. Bain could not distinguish them much anymore. Mostly, he relied on his mask to do that—the skull which he had dutifully tucked away. The fur draped around his muzzle was mildly damp, the scent and sight of blood cleansed from his person at the river. He was a Yozoran again, in appearance.
Nothing more than a maggot, I suppose.
It startled him, then, to find his paws leading him onto the path of another wolf. A packmate, surely? But not actually a packmate, not in the true sense of things. Not in Bain’s perspective.
A lost soul is all she is. But best to maintain appearances, correct?
Padding quietly toward the fae, Bain lowered his head and murmured a soft ‘woof’ of greeting. “Hello, Trianna. Deep in thought, are we?”

[featherswift]

((I'll delete this if you guys want. Just thought i would add to the drama if Jolon is here as well, hence almost same mind set as baine...except insane part))

It was finally autumn! The air was crisp, the leaves turning, and the promise of cooler days ahead. Jolon couldn't believe it. He had joined this pack during the warm summer and they had let him. New friends, new loyalty, and not being alone since a long time. Being here had been a blessing and curse for as soon as he had joined a fight had broken out. Since then he had an idea, one that made complete sense, but the others said it seemed to hard. It would work though, why couldn't they see it in front of them? This was the only way the threat of the hellfirians and blood mist's would go away.
Sighing, he continued his way through the territory while marveling at the colors and change of setting. A new scent then came to him. Jolon changed his course towards it. The smell was defiantly Yozoran so he defiantly wanted to meet the owner of it. A wolf came into view, but then another. Another scent he didn't know. His curiosity got the better of him on the decision to hide or go foreward. Who are they? Their in a conversation so should I go to them?, he thought He crouched down and hid behind some bushes and undergrowth. If they found him he could claim he was only looking for mice. Jolon would defiantly go forward to meet them when he felt he could, but not now. His amber eyes looked on as he positioned himself for the wind would be going towards him and his scent away from the two.

(( lots of muse))

[Sivoncé™]

(It's great; could make for some interesting happenings )

Pawsteps crunched to a halt behing her. The rumbling question of the proxy bothered her erect auds. Spite flickered in her eyes as she turned to glare coldly at him. So now he cares? The pack hierarchy finally decided to drop from its pedestal and make amends? Screw them! What kind of packmates are they, anyway? What kind of pack have we become? We're hated by the others, and oh, I hate us as well... She bound Bain in her hateful stare for several long, silent minutes, finding no words to free the rage bubbling beneath her lips. Finally, she broke away from her intense glare, teeth gritting against each other. "My family is dying, Bain," she murmured, voice further chilling the autumnal air. "My mind is in a strange, strange place. We were the largest family in this pack, even with a large extended branch. Now what are we? Dead. We went from seven children to four, and Lyra's barely there. We went from two parents to a a crumbling half of one. Sharpie and Holly are long gone. Olive keeps her children in the nursery because she's too scared they'll die too." The entire morbid speech was done in her glacial growl, fierce and biting as any wind in winter.

(This gives me ideas as well....Tria likes Flisk, who was taken...and now she's all darkish....ooooh! xD She's quite vulnerable to brain washing =P)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((Jolon, Bain, and Trianna? ... this'll be fun x3))

“You are upset,” Bain observed quietly. “I apologize. Things, I admit, have not been flowing quite so smoothly as of late. The hierarchal system failing a bit… especially, it seems, in matters of the individual.” He silently slipped to her side, his paws gliding across the earth in a few sweeping, graceful motions until he was sitting directly beside her. “I apologize for that as well.” Bain tilted his head slightly, studying not only her expression, but the contours and details of Trianna’s face as well. In spite of her blatant hostility, his eyes were schooled to appear calm, and every relaxed muscle in his body reflected the fact.
“A big tragedy… for your family, in particular, it seems. Shame about the captured wolves, too… one of them was Flisk, I believe? I do hope we find him soon.” Bain continued to maintain his steady gaze, unable to scent the eavesdropping wolf, and was comfortable. “Difficult times, no?”
She is in pain, and looks on me with rage. A pity, really… this political structure isn’t fitting at all. And, to think, if they could all see it my way… the answer to this problem. They would see the beauty. If only they could know of its potential.
…could this wolf understand that?

[Sivoncé™]

(( ))

Slowly, she blinked, the blunt of her anger subsiding into the dark abyss of her state of mind. She turned away from Bain, letting the flames smolder temporarily. After all, what power did Bain truly have? He was proxy, sure, but with Pernille not yet claiming the stand as alpha, he had about as much authority as a senior warrior of the pack. Really, what does a proxy do, anyway? It's just an empty name, rank, a false sense of high status. That goes for all of them, that false sense of being higher up, being important. If they're so damn important to pack society, then why is society failing us?
"I'm sorry," she breathed reluctantly, knowing it was not her place to lash out at him. "I got carried away. These are hard times for everyone." She said nothing of Flisk, but winced at his name, the fresh pinch of the sting searing in her belly. He won't be found. They've taken him for good. If he's still alive, he's brainwashed and not himself. He's not my Flisk anymore. Bravery overtook the respect she supposed she should feel for the proxy, who was truly beta now, with Iver gone. She peered up at him once more, gaze a mingle of reproachfulness and hope. "Will Pernille be alpha now?"

[featherswift]

Jolon listened not very intently to the first part. Yes, wolves were missing, what was new? The information about Flisk being this fae's family? was something he noted though. Also, the way this male acted....he talked like he was so much higher in rank. Who was he in the first place? Jolon had never seen him. His amber eyes studied these two wolves while partially listening. The last thing the fae said though made him alert. Pernille as alpha? He'd hadn't really spoken to that wolf, but had never imagined that she could be alpha. If her rank let her then why did the ask? Pernille as the next in line so it must be she is supposed to be alpha. It was unwise to leave a pack without a leader. If the packs functioned as one though and we didn't have these fights, we wouldn't have to worry about such little things in the mists of the Blood Mists' and Hellfirians, he thought angerily. Everyone thought it to hard to do, but what if they tried before giving up, at least then Jolon would be satisfied. He perked his ears to hear the male's reply to the fae's question.

[Sivoncé™]

((waiting for wolfie ))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“It is fine, child,” he murmured smoothly, his quiet response to Trianna’s apology accompanied with thoughtful silence. Perhaps I have found another who will acknowledge my logic? …but I must not be hasty. I must peer deeper.
“Will Pernille be alpha now?”
“It would appear so,” Bain sighed, tilting his muzzle toward the sky. “It has been long since the time Iver should have returned. Wherever he is, he is not at his post. We need someone who can replace him… and Pernille is next in line.” There was a slight pause, as if he were hesitating. “I only wish she would take responsibility for the pack sooner, and receive her lives. A pack cannot go without a leader, especially in these times… sometimes, I feel as if these other ‘ranks’ are nothing but a nuisance.”
There was a slight glint in his eyes as he spoke his final words, but it was nearly unnoticeable, and vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

[Sivoncé™]

At last! Finally, someone who gets the bigger picture outside their stupid egotistical mindspace! Trianna felt a small break in the barrier of her angst, a break of insight with Bain's words. She glanced up at the proxy with thoughtful reflection. He's a strong wolf...he has fantastic ideas for the pack...and he's right! Pernille should've taken this responsibility ages ago. That Siverian beta did the same thing....only they had no proxy; she had to find the rightful leader! But we have our rightful leader, don't we? Bain should lead us! After all, she contemplated scornfully, I don't see Pernille talking to the rest of her pack as equals. Bain got down on my level...he can really lead us!
She said none of this aloud to the wolf next to her, but a glitter in her eyes betrayed intense thought. "Yes," she murmured, peering at his words from a lighter perspective than his own, "with all of this...high rank and lineage...it takes so long for us to bounce back after an alpha dies. We need to be strong again," she barked, a slight excitement in her tone. We're going to be a pack again! Bain won't just let Pernille sit on it forever, will he?
A lightbulb clicked in Trianna's brain.
What if Bain challenges Pernille for leadership?

[featherswift]

Jolon continued to watch in silence. As the male spoke though, his eyes narrowed. He didn't like the way this male spoke to the fae. It had a feel about it....just sort of creepy. If the male did that to him Jolon would snap at his muzzle. Then he turned his attention to the fae. He agreed with her and her train of thought. It seemed though none of these two got it. To have a strong pack at the moment Yozoran needed to team up with the other packs. A quick thought of making a rucuss so loud it seemed he'd just got here and show himself went through his mind. But, why should he stop their conversation right here? He was very interested with it. If that male caused any trouble though, he'd burst out.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Bain barely resisted a grin, the corners of his mouth itching to curve in a crescent smile. An appreciative glance swept over Trianna’s form before he returned to his thoughtful position. Oh, yes. She seems like such a promising candidate.
“Indeed. There is so much fuss during these transitions, as if we’re lost and hopeless without some old wolf to guide us. And yes, our forefathers probably selected their successors with the best intentions, but how long has it been since Iver disappeared? How long, even, has it been since any of the packs had performed fluently, with all the holes patched up? Sometimes, I grow weary of waiting for Pernille, of anyone, to assume responsibility…”
Acknowledging silently that he was treading on dangerous paws, Bain withdrew a sharp breath before releasing it in a near transparent fog of air.
“…but then again, I’m probably speaking out of turn. I suppose I’m a bit hypocritical too—not as if I’ve done anything about it. That’s the problem these days… all talk.” His eyes shimmered. “No bite.”

[Sivoncé™]

(This is so...ironic xD )

It was music she heard, surely, from the brute's maw. It's everything I've been thinking of in isolation for the past few moons....since my family started to fade...if they fade, then I need my pack. And what pack is left? We are in shambles...
She shook her head, blinking with a sliver of hope into Bain's eyes. "Maybe not," she murmured softly. With a roll of her eyes, she added, "All right, so you're treading some fine lines. But really....you're right. It's time somebody's said all of this; there's just one thing that's off...." Her natural boldness made her fearless as she pressed on, "You say it's all talk...but it's not even that. You're the first to even say it." Bite, then, Bain! Do it -- for the good of our pack. Somebody has to step up. Let it be you!
"And while we're being out of line....answer this:are you going to, then? Are you going to be the wolf to bite?"

[featherswift]

The black male continued to 'eavesdrop' on such a cheery topic especially how the male was talking. It all made sense to him and these two wolves out of his pack shared similar ideas. At last he found out he wasn't so different in mindset from his pack mates. The only problem he saw was Pernelle was being shunned and replaced by the male in the fae's eyes. No matter what, that wasn't right. It was Pernelle's right to assume leadership and if she didn't want to then she could make an open speech about it, not have some wolves talk behind her back. Loyalty to a pack could only go so much until it turned to being a betrayer.
Jolon kept his ears pricked and strained to hear what the male said. If the male answered the question like he assumed....Jolon wouldn't stand it. His plan was to get the packs together and be strong, not have it further deteriorate from the inside by wolves just trying to help.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

She’s mine now.
Bain flexed the tendons in his toes, a partial smile trickling from the curves of his jaw. His golden orbs, hazed and ambiguous with schemes to come, studied Trianna.
And then the words came.
“You are quite the daring one, aren’t you?” Bain murmured. “Unfortunately, biting isn’t the most convincing of methods if there’s only a single wolf behind it. However, I suppose times are drastic—perhaps a statement needs to be made.” His eyes flashed in a silent nod.
“Whatever the outcome, one can only hope that the Yozorans will strengthen. A bite isn’t as simple as waltzing up to the target. You must be silent, calculated… and aim for the throat.”
Achieve unity here, and we inch closer to unity amongst all the packs Bain considered. He nearly voiced his thoughts, but opted to remain silent. Even a wolf like her isn’t prepared for that leap… Not yet.