Careless Whisper - open

[Mayhem]

Dragula had finally managed to get away, and remain unbothered. He no longer visited the willow any longer, that was Nara's place and well he really didnt want to cross her path anytime soon. Quite frankly he would be happy if he never say those golden orbs again. The black maned brute went back to his nomadic ways. Whether he was in a pack or not, he felt no bonds to his packmates. He might as well be the haggard nomad they chased from their borders on a daily basis. Dragula had found a hollowed out tree the night he had escaped the allienation. It was on the very back end of Nara's lands, hidden, and well difficult to get to. Dragula had curled up inside of the tree, some old leaves for a decent enough bed. The tree wreaked of decay and death, an oddly comforting scent for the dark brute. He need comfort right now, even if he came off as uncaring, Nara had broken his heart. He thought he finally had a friend he could trust, one that he could rely on.. but like everything in his life it wasnt meant to be. She had betrayed him, Nara... his only allie, only friend in this entire hell hole. Dragula shuttered at the thought and curled up into a tighter ball, attempting to keep himself warm.. the cool night breeze making this difficult.

The dark maned brute had been missing for a couple days now. He did not come when he was called, he did not dare move from this spot. He hadnt eaten, and hardly slept. For at the moment he need to reflect and think what was best for him. The more time passed the more he felt as if pack life just wasnt meant for him. He fond it hard to bound with anyone, and well after the last pack meeting, he felt as if he wasnt wanted. Haze had egged him on, Hali had jumped him, and Nara had in a sense said that he wasnt worth a damn. The words rang over and over in his head.... 'If this dog -disobeys me again, Haze, you can start training our new warrior on him.' Drag's heart sank, apparently his best friend thought he would make a better punching bag than a friend.. If Nara thought so little of him, he could only imagine what the others thought. With a sigh he nuzzled his head deeper so that only his auds could be see above his black tail. What could he say he was hiding like a coward, and sulking... he just wanted to disapear.

[patronize]

siyl

[/font][/color][/size][/b]

The land of trees, the land of sorrow, or so they called it. Nestled across from Sousepack's wide variety of water bodies was the lowly Sokanon section, cluttered with the weeping trees. It was so named that just because of the trees, in fact, often legend to be 'crying'.
Trees they were indeed, but nothing more, and nothing less. Somehow wolves managed to extract abstract ideas from their limp branches and thin green leaves- Siyl was not one of them.

She walked the territory slowly, unused to the feeling of the hard, compact earth underneath her paws. Usually the earth was spongy, but it was not so in the last few weeks. With the summer sun taking a vengeance on every wolf around, nothing was actually normal. The soil was firm but cracking, leaves were browning, rivers were drying. Even the prey was affected by this.
The prey was why she was there. According to Nara's orders, she was supposed to hunt big prey. Big prey- she hated the sound of it. Big prey was more timid, more sensitive- it was harder to catch, and fought back unlike rabbits or grouse. To be quite honest, Siyl wasn't expecting herself to catch many deer or any other big prey at all. She was at Sokanon to make an appearance and have the excuse of "I tried" if anyone asked her why she didn't catch anything.


So Sokanon she was, skulking in midday's heat as the sun pelted her back. Her rust-hued form hung close over the earth, her stride eating up the ground. Siyl had nowhere in particular to go- just wander around, pretend to be hunting, do whatever she could do to spend her time. It would be a rather tedious day, she decided finally as her tongue hung out of her mouth due to the heat.
She stopped abruptly, tired of her aimless walking. With a simple stretch of both back legs, Siyl pondered what else to do. She had walked some. Yawned some. Stretched some. Looked around a bit too- although there was nothing to find in the willow-infested land.
But it was good to pretend, and pretending she did as she crinkled her nose, pretending to try and smell for prey. The crisp aroma of wildlife greeted her, as well as the pungent stench of her own sweat and odor. Siyl was about to begin walking again, perhaps stick her head in some rabbit holes, when an odd scent reached her nostrils.
Sousepack wolf. Male. Familiar...she knew whose scent this was.

Lifting her head, Siyl studied the landscape, her eyes scanning for any traces of the sable wolf. He had to be somewhere..somewhere near, the scent was fresh.
But she saw nothing but the willow trees, silent and still. With a frown, Siyl sighed as her thoughts drifted to Dragula.

The 'fight', as she called it, happened days ago, and ultimately ended with Dragula walking out after a brief fight. Siyl expected him to leave the pack because of it- after all, he had nearly disgraced himself in front of everyone. Although, she couldn't truthfully say she was glad to see him go. He was an odd fellow- unsightly when it came to appearance, but as far as his personality went, he was an enigma to her. It would've been nice to learn more about him before he went, but it was too late now.
Siyl assumed he left, but came back perhaps to steal some food- it would be rough living as a loner with the drought near at hand.

She glanced to each side of her one more time, wary of where he might be. With no sight of him, she walked on, soon spotting a peculiar willow. It was made distinct from the rest with the subtle hole in the middle of it, a sign indicating its slow decline of health. Inside of the hole was pure blackness, a dark oblivion. Overhead, flimsy leaves cascading down and hung in front of the hole, making it seem to be some sort of lair almost, with the leaves as drapes or curtains.
Siyl grinned at the thought with humor, about ready to turn away to continue her walk aimlessly, and perhaps find Dragula if he still lurked in the area.

WORD COUNT: 682
NOTES: Laaaaame post I made.
BUT, it works. It starts us out- all we need.
I find it rather funny myself that Siyl will catch herself off-guard when she realizes that there indeed a wolf in that hole, and the black oblivion is not caused by darkness but by fur. -evil cackle-

[Mayhem]

Dragula had stirred slightly when the sound of small game made his stomach growl lowly. The dark maned brute knew he really needed to eat something, but motivation was hard to fine. Food didnt seem so important, that and the brute really didnt even know if he had the strength, or rather courage to leave teh seclusion of his protective hole. With a sigh he shifted his limbs, stretching his extremley stiff pistons. Dragula new sooner or later he would have to pull his ragged self together, and move on. Though as he was about to stand however, a familiar scent stungs his nairs. Siyl was in the area, and by the smell of her very close to his current hiding place. He moved his auds cautously and head her right outside his door. A small grin crossed his face, as a playful spark formed in his eyes. Like lightening he jumped out of the hole and right past her. He slid to a stop his bi-colored eyes looking at her. The energy soon faded from his eyes though, as the phyisical weakness set in.

His amber and blue eyes looked back at her and he panted lightly. If she thought he was horrendous to look at before he defenetly was now. His pelt was lathered with leaves and burrs, and his ribs were more apparent than ever. He wagged his tattered banner in somewhat of a friendly manner. "Hello Siyl." he said lowly. This minx had never been a fan of his which made talking to her more difficult than usual. For some reason she had never said much to Dragula, and to be honest was the only one in the pack who had not turned on him at the meeting. She had been in silence agreement, but still had never fueled the fire that drove the rest. Dragula gave her a small grin before walking over to a small pool of water and gently lowered his crania lapping up enough to rehydrate him.

[patronize]

siyl

[/color][/size][/font]

Sokanon didn't try, at least to Siyl's untrained eye, to hide any secrets. There was no maned-wolf halfbreeds lurking around, no hostile nomads materializing from the dark. The serene, quiet land, free from the relentless drone of water's slurs, was empty of anyone except herself and perhaps a family of rabbits or other small vermin.

With a relaxed fall of her shoulders, Siyl lifted up a paw to begin her slow amble to nowhere in particular. She froze when a black flash appeared from the corner of her eye. In a swift and graceful motion, the figure glided in front of her and stopped, staring at her with his inquisitive dark brown eyes.

Siyl tried to hid her surprise at being caught off-guard, but to no avail- she simply stared at the wolf in silence. Eyes soaking up his appearance, Siyl noticed a few things...off about him. She was used to knowing him as a thin wolf, a slinky body and spindly limbs. But he was no longer just 'thin' now, he was emaciated, with his bones protruding in a grotesque way, outlining his skeleton. Fur still clinged to his body, but it was sparse and lost what little shine it had.
Dragula's head was now most likely the widest feature about him, gaunt but recognizable. On his features wore a somewhat friendly expression, no smirk or anything hinting about the drama at the last pack gathering. Behind him, a burr-riddled tail waved in an effort of politeness as he softly greeted her, if a bit wary.
He grinned at the end of his words, and then turned away to bend his head and lap from a small puddle that formed.


"Hello, Dragula," she said inquisitively, padding closer to him to watch him as he drank. For a moment she contemplated mentioning his scraggly appearance, but decided against it- for now.
"Nice to see you here. The willow trees are quite the sight, aren't they?"
She tried her best to make conversation in an attempt to perhaps mollify the wolf's feelings of alienation, and if everything went right, perhaps she could ask the question of why he looked so starved and battered. Had he surely did nothing the past few days?

WORD COUNT: 365
NOTES:
Apologies for the delay! I was distracted, bah.

[Mayhem]

As strange as it seemed, Siyl was the kindest wolf in the entire pack. Well in this moment she was, for even if she thought somethings completly different in her head, it seemed she remained indifferent on the outside. This was a trait to be respected and admired, for most could not achieve it. The black maned wolf before her was a failure when it came to that. Dragula often had an incredibly hard time hiding how he felt. He foolishly lashed out against his attackers at the meeting, shaming himself, and allientating Nara as well. All though the wound from her words was still incredibly fresh, he needed to apologize to her for his rudeness. Though he had a hard time even thinking of doing so when what she had said kept echoing in his head. He had been naive to think she gave a damn about him, honestly her words proved something completly different. The white femme had in front of the entire pack told Haze that the only thing he was worthy of was being a punching back for that pathetic bastard she had adopted in. The thought of one day having to take orders from that coward sickened him. When the day arose that the white brute was his leader... well Dragula would be finding a new place to call home.

When Siyl said hsi name he snapped from his throughts, returning his attention to her. His bi-colored orbs probably looking more friendly than they had in days. The maned wolf cross was not always evil, as many liked to call him, no he just had outbursts sometimes. Sure Dragula was often dark in his thoughts, cruel to those who hurt him, and generally unfriendly, but that certiantly did not mean he was all that evil now did it? When the femme spoke once more, he grinned. "That they are.. a shame they will be dying with the coming drought." he said with a small frown. The thought of loosing the beautiful trees saddened him. Not to mention they provided the one good memory he had of Nara, He had quite enjoyed their day under the protecting shade of these willows. The day they both seemed to forget who they were and just enjoyed being care free again. Dragula could honestly say he had not play fought like that in years. He shook his crania, wanting the thoughts to be scrambled and destroyed. They would be like that no more. He could not instil that much trust in her, for the day she told him he was nothing more than a training tool... she had brokent he dark males heart.