Changing Winds - NARA

[Mayhem]

Dragula had spent his morning making his usual rounds. Suprisingly enough he took right to his role as a warrior, and made it a priority to check on everything every couple of hours. Notingly however he made a key point to avoid his packmates as much as possible/ Dragula knew he was strange looking, and quite honestly he wished the other wolves wouldnt stare so much, unnerved him a bit. Though the large masculine brute would never admit to this, no, he was stone cold and he perfered his packmates continued to get that vibe. He was like frozen water, dangerously cold, and unmoving. Dragula kept to himself for the sole reason he had nothing nice to say, and he kept himself out of trouble by keeping his mouth shut. He didnt need any chaos caused by little wolves running and telling Nara on him. For once Dragula genuinly respected someone, and he perfered not to loose that small connection. It seemed that the male was changing as the years passed, his desire for power was slowly seeping away, and quite honestly he just wanted to enjoy the rest of his life. His past deeds were nothing more than a distant memory, and the horrid things he had done.. well he felt guilty about. But just like with before, he would never own up to this. Dragula liked how others were wary around him, for they should be. Dragula wasnt evened tempered, and he didnt not at all hide his distaste when another did something he did not approve of. For this reason alone Dragula had been labled numerous things, most of all a liar.

Dragula yawned as he neared the weeping willow that he decided to take his morning naps under. The willow concealed him from view, and provided a shroud of protection as he dozed. With a small yawn he let his long pistons carry him under the shrouding branches. Dragula was not your typical wolf, no. He was built much like his maned wolf parent. His legs were slightly longer than normal, his frame slightly skinnier, and his face more defined. His coat was longer around his name, and sparsley placed on every other curve. He was jet black in color, and his eyes bi-colored. Quite honestly the male looked like a poor excuse of a wolf. However those who knew him best and crossed him before, knew to be cautions. A picture screamed a thousand things, but in this case you couldnt at all go by what the artist intended. Dragula gave one more cautious look around before disapearing under the protective branches and lowering his anging body to the ground. Dragula was now five, and though he was only in his prime, he seemed old compared to his younger leader. Dragula may have seen a great deal more in life, but he was still quite interested in the babblings of much younger wolves.

Dragula craved to be a father. Sure he had numerous pups running around, all conceived in less than ideal circumstances, and all bastards, but he was no father to them. Dragula craved to actually raise a litter, to have pups that he took care of and taught. It seemed as time progressed he himself was changing. Perhaps the dark, strange looking wolf was no longer something to be feared... but something to be loved.

[nova ♥]

Even in madness,
I know you still believe

The usual rounds were becoming quite boring to her - always starting in Kolenya, always ending within her favorite area, Sokanon. Not that she wanted anything to harm her precious Pack, but Nara craved something interesting to happen, perhaps. But then again, maybe something interesting was indeed, happening. The past few days, she had noticed how there was more prey than usual within her lands, especially swarmed around the soggy areas, their wetlands.

Plodding along toward the sad weeping willows, she shot her golden-amber eyes toward the scorching sun above. It was, indeed, burning hotter than ever before, it's rays drying the damp airs of even Souselands to be parched and create thirst. The Sokanon willows were a refuge to her now, shading her outstanding creamy coat from the harsh heat. And this is where she intended to go now, at least for a little bit. Today she planned on getting to know her Pack siblings more. She had not spoken to many since she had been named Alpha, she had been far too busy for socializing. But now, with drooping ears, she realized she thoroughly missed being close with someone. Someone who loved the lands as much as she did, who took to their duty with loyalty and strength.

She froze. Deep within her thoughts, she had not thought that any other being would be in her favorite environment, not even prey. All small animals were horded closer to the waters, and the wolves of Sousepack seemed to follow them. Except for the strange black brute before her, with her body halfway in the shelter of a brush, and halfway exposed underneath the willow's comforting shade. Nara relaxed visibly - she had been caught off guard by the half-maned wolf, his appearance always thoroughly shocking her to the core. Dragula - she preferred Drag, as it sounded a bit more gentle to her keen ears - was not like any other in her Pack, and because of this, he thoroughly intrigued her. Especially since he always kept to himself. There had been times where the Alpha and the Warrior had often crossed paths, but never alone, as like right now. Letting out an unaccustomed sigh, she slithered forward to his side, carefully keeping a respectable distance from him as she lay down, her eyes never leaving his multi-colored ones. Yes, he was strange. And yes, he was mysterious. She wanted to know more. "Hello, Drag,", her greeting came out as a small whimper of content as she finally grew comfortable underneath the weeping willow's longing shade. She was happy here, whether or not she had quiet company, or else.

Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be.

Directed to: Draven as Dragula
Word Count: 440
Comments: Hmmm... maybe they'll kick it off!

[Mayhem]

Dragula has remembered when he had first arrived to this land. He was strange looking to the wolves that called this place home, and well this had not played in his favor in the beginning. The unknown was always distrusted if not feared. Dragula had been mocked, tormented, and picked at for several months before he snapped, and made his name known. Dragula had been minding his own business one evening when another brute began mocking his strange appearence. Saying his build was weak, that he would never be a good addition to any pack, and that he was a freak. Dragula snapped lunging at the other timber colored male his double teeth digging into his flesh as his slender head shook back and forth shredding the other males neck region. Dragula had entered a complete fit, not even realizing the damage he was inflicting on the other male. When Dragula snapped out of it, there was blood everywhere, his pelt was soaked. Dragula had grinned in triumph before his eyes glanced over noting a young puppy watching him, his eyes wet. Drag frowned as he realized what he had just done... he had turned that poor pup into an orphan.. and in Dragula's twisted mind he did what he thought was best.... he killed the pup as well.

Looking back on it, Dragula felt horrible. He needed to makeup for what he had done, and well thats what had made him decide to join a pack, and be responsible for others. He decided to use his skills in battle to protect other, and most of all thought he could make up for what he had done. Dragula had been about to start reminishing again ... but then something caught his attention.


Dragula had been about to lower his slender crania between his mitts when Nara's scent entered his nostrils. For some reason he never treated her like he did the rest of the pack. Perhaps this was because she was his leader, or maybe she was truly different, Dragula did not know. All he knew was that he was begining to enjoy her company more and more. When her body finally entered the shroud of the tree, he offered her a crooked grin before sitting up. His dark mane falling almost to his feet, by far one of the more defining features of the rugged male. Dragula had always through he startled her a bit with his appearence, for it truly was not the norm in any sense of the word. The dark male new this, and well he did get a little bit of enjoyment out of others gringing. Though when Nara cringed he frowned, he wished she would not look at him like that. When she spoke a slight smile formed on his lips, before clearing his own vocals. "M'lady Nara." he greeted dipping his head ever so slightly. He did not do this for just anyone, but he did respect the white minx before him. Dragula allowed his bi-colored orbs to skim over her features before meeting her eyes. "Do you want me to leave?" Dragula asked more than willingly to give his alpha her privacy. Dragula was getting a bit hungry anyway s he would not at all mind giving up the willow tree.

[nova ♥]

Even in madness,
I know you still believe

As she grew accustomed to his strange presence, Nara's head drooped to her paws. Her day had been eventful, wearing down on her energy and well-held mental physique. It grew obvious in her golden hues, shining with the ghost of her sigh, ready to lay down for a good night's dreams. But yet, that would never happen. Not while she was still so early into her new 'career'. They stayed rested upon Dragula, not so intense as they had been when she had first noticed his scent and seen him. His company was not so terrifyingly different nowadays, she had seen him wandering around, avoiding other Pack family, often enough.

The audible sound of the long-limbed male beside her clearing his throat - slightly nervously? - brought the off-white Alpha's attention back from slipping into a halfway reverie. Her attitude automatically shifted into a more welcoming aura, and her mind spiked more toward being awake. As he offered leaving her, she quickly shook her head, curling her tail around her large forepaws as she did so. "No, no, I'd rather enjoy company right now, Drag."

Although this was the first time she remembered really holding, or even starting, a conversation with the solitary, thin-framed wolf, the nickname slipped out of Nara's gray-outlined maw as easily as if she had been saying it for a long time.

Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be.

Directed to: Draven as Dragula
Word Count: 226
Comments: Sucky post,

[Mayhem]

Dragula gave her a puzzled look when she said she wanted company. Most of his life he had left on his own accord, but now he had asked permission.. and had been asked to stay. It was a strange feeling to have someone want his presence around. Dragula was less than appealing on the eyes, well to most, he was sure someone found his look rather attractive. He was much longer in leg than most wolves, which meant he could generally out run most, and even other threats. His bi-colored orbs scanned her much thicker face as he debated staying. Sure she had asked him to stay, but that didnt mean he would. Dragula knew it was best to keep his distance if he planned on not being remorseful for something he would do later. He hurt others, that is what he had done his whole life, and well turning a new leaf was much harder than he imagined. He often craved his old life, often wanted to fall back into habits that had become second nature. He sighed lightly lowering his slender frame to the ground beside her, not bothering to look at her. Instead he took to grooming his paws, paws that were starting to slightly grey at the tips, much like his muzzle. Dragula knew he was nearing old age, but he figured he had a couple good years left before someone offed him.

Dragula noted the fact that she had dubbed him with a nickname and it caused him to grin. Perhaps he meant more to his alphess than he had originally thought. Drag could honestly say he would do anything to protect her, and the rest of his pack. It felt nice to be surround by others, even if he was not ready to let them into his life completly. The thin black wolf was still debating whether he was truly having a change of heart, or if he simply was just interested in the challenge of changing. Dragula left his paws along and licked his chops before looking over at the thicker female next to him. His bi-colored orbs looking at the side of her face before speaking. "Never thought I would be so comfortable with another shadowing me...." Dragula admitted honestly. He had never been a fan of followers, or having someone need him. Yet as more moons passed her yearned for someone who needed him, he wanted to have a place in someones heart... he wanted to be missed when he passed.

[nova ♥]

Even in madness,
I know you still believe

Just because a wolf had the title of alpha, did not mean they obtained some magical prowess to become invincible, or have boundless energy. That was quite obvious when one would look at Nara. Her golden eyes were halfway drooped, showing her entirely relaxed state of mind in the company of one of her Warriors. Indeed, she did know that Dragula would protect her at all costs, even if he was the quiet sort of brute. Her orbs trailed over him thoughtfully once more, taking in every quirk about him, letting it seep into her mind so he no longer was a shock to her. Then, at long last, she closed her eyes, pricking her ears to show that she was still attentive.

The usually damp, comforting wind that was now scorched dry blew the leaves of the willow trees. They were starting to show signs of the fierce battle against nature they had ahead - the tips of the sad vines were turning an odd yellow-green, and their deep mahogany bark was cracking more than ever, in some places even peeling off at unexpected times. As Nara lost one of her senses, her hearing quickly grew attuned to far more adept levels, hearing every small rustle of the leaves above, almost hearing the ultrasonic sound of the intense heat of the sun crackling through invisible dust particles in the air. She sighed, breathing unevenly for a few seconds as her heart sped up at the thought of the coming terrors. All the prey would swarm into Sousepack, surely, and other packs would be furious... and she would have to deal with it.

Never thought I would be so comfortable with another shadowing me... His words, once again, brought her back to the present time, and surprised her thoroughly. Although she had guessed as much at his preference to be secluded, she would never have thought him to be one to speak what's on his mind, unless it were mean, or unintentional. Opening one eye wide, her golden amber tones catching his own bi-colored ones, she replied softly, meaningfully, "Sometimes it isn't so bad, hmm?"

Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be.

Directed to: Draven as Dragula
Word Count: 355
Comments: They seem so calm... =3

[Mayhem]

Dragula yawned before rolling over onto his side, his feet barley touching her side, as he made himself comfortable. The slender tall black male was letting his guard down around his alphess. Dragula smiled as he rested his head on the cool ground, shutting his eyes slightly. He had been up since the we hours of the morning making rounds around Nara's lands and checking on everyone. He reveled in the fact that there were no puppies in their pack yet. The last thing he needed was to try and keep and eye on some young unskilled mothers litter. When she spoke he twitched his aud lightly before grinning. "Nope." he said. He had to admit her company was nice, where as the company of most was bothersome and engraging. Nara had become something special to him and well he didnt plan to ever let anything harm her. "Perhaps we could do this more often?" Dragula asked with a slight pause. Drag was never one to invite company upon himself, he would either speak to you because he ran into you or avoid you entirley.

All of a sudden a thought crossed his mind, a devilish one at that. He grinned before he playfully pushed her with his feet, and grinned a ther. The slender black male often got playful, but ususally not with someone else. He figured why not press his luck with Nara, if he wanted her to stop she would shove him away, Dragula began to slightly tickle her pelt with his daggers as he laid their passive as could be. Much like the annoyance he could be, he wagged his banner innocently before rolling up onto his belly once more, offering her a small smile. A smile that showed the extra two knifes in his upper jaw. Dragula often kept them hidden because they were yet another thing that innerved others. The extra two canines only came in handy in battle, other than that they made life pretty difficult. He continued to toy with Nara before uping the anti, by nipping at her aud. He growled playfully before getting up and standing over her playfully tugging on her ear. He was curious id he would play back or not.

[nova ♥]

Even in madness,
I know you still believe

And it happened again. Nara's golden eyes shot wide open as the maned wolf male beside her once again shocked her, in less than a few moments! Flicking her ear to momentarily rid her of her surprise and unreadiness, she quickly assessed the words that seemed he so easily spoke. Is he in over his head, or is he just thinking of me as his alphess? she wondered, hoping to Aetherpack that she was to him his alphess, and that he adored her in that respectable way.

Her doubtful ponderings quickly vanished as she felt a light heave against her sensitive stomach. At first, she was cautious, taken aback by this sudden move by the usually quiet Dragula. But the black male's obviously genuine smile and dancing bi-colored eyes quickly melted her heart, and her eyes skittered with their amusement. She took his playful advances at first, letting her head rest against her paws, looking away from him intentionally. And, as she had thought, he seemed provoked, and placed a well-aimed nip upon her ear. And just as quickly, Nara jumped up, twisted in the air, and snapped her razor sharps just a few millimeters away from her new friend's throat, knowing that she would never dare hurt him. And so it was on.

Nara pinned her creamy ears against her thick nape, lips pulled playfully back over her teeth as she dropped to her forelegs, rump raised in the air and long, beautiful tail weaving back and forth in the air, returning the warrior's enthusiasm. She let out a low growl, yet somehow it came out playful and gentle at the same time. "I don't know, dog. Depends on if you come out of this alive..." Her eyes gained a happy glint as she felt her responsibilities temporarily lift off her shoulders.

Paint me your canvas so I become
what you could never be.

Directed to: Draven as Dragula
Word Count: 303
Comments: xD

[Mayhem]

Dragula was slightly startled when the minx snapped her jaws mere milliemeters from his maned throat. He growled playfully at her guardin ghis neck, and giving her a coy smile. A smile that clearly told her she would not have such a chance again, a chance at his throat that was. Dragula had to admit their was something special about his white alphess, he adored her like nothing else... and well to be quiet honest he hadnt really felt like this in a really long time. He felt carefree, like he was young again. Dragula felt as if he had no need to put up a front to her, no need to keep his coldness known. She knew who he was, even if he didnt want her to see it. When she play bowed before him he grinned, and mirrored her. Though he looked far different then her, his dark thick mane touching the ground, long daggers protruding from his mighty mitts, small narrow head, bi-colored orbs, and a double razors being revealed in the spirit of play. He growled, which honestly wasnt very deep, and sounded more like a fox and a lynx mixed together. His tail wagged as he pondered his next move.

He chuckled at his words. "I think you should be the one afraid." he said with a grin, and without warning he pounced. His body leaving the ground effortlessly as he attempted to tackled her to the ground. His movement was swift, and playful. If he were to tackle her he would merley put a little weight on her, and playfully nip the side of her face. Dragula had not played like this since he was a youngster, and even then it was not often. His adoptive parent had been less than tolerant of play, and unless it envolved inflicting pain on an innocent animal, then she had not been interested. Worst of all was the shit she tried to feed him, the iron taste of his own kind made his stomach churn. He would never again be tricked into eating it again.