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[Mayhem]

Draven often found himself wondering through the woods in the middle of the night. Sure he was young, and some might say this was foolish for not yet a fully grown wolf. However, anyone who had ever met Draven would know he was quite large for his age, and well that fact he had a thick pelt only added to this bulk. He grinned as he took in the sights and smells of the cool night air, not at all scared of it. The timber colored brute had become quite accustomed to these sounds at a young age. As he continued to wonder throughtout the woods he couldnt help but to remanis q bit about his past......

"The ride had been rough, and his rear had skimmed the ground more than once, which caused a small wince. It was obvious his emaciated self was still to heavy for the fae who had picked him up out of the bushes. His bottom continued to drag as they made a rather long journey, to where Draven had no idea. But he did not fight the minx, she would either provide his survival or his death. Death being the more merciful of the two at this point. It was obvious the pup had been without his mother for some time, his ribs could be counted, his fur was falling out in place, his hip bones stood like proud pillars, and his face was sunken. He was a bag of bones, something that would even make the most cold of wolfs soften. His eyes did not hold the bright excitement a pups should, and he panted heavily. The travel was rough on him, and soon he fell asleep as she carried him. As he slept he could not help but to let his mind wonder back to his brother Cye. His one eyed brother, his friend. His brother had been in a terrible state when Draven made the hard decision to leave his brother, to not provide his food any longer. His brother was sick, he knew this, but with what.. his puppy mind could not fathom. The thing that troubled Draven the most was what happened to his brother.. He assumed Cye was dead, but part of him thought maybe he wasnt. Was that what hope was? It was a forgien concept to Draven, for he hadnt been taught much in his short life. The reddish wolf pup had been taught to fear his mother, long for his father, stay away from the sick, and how to hunt... but never what hope, love... or any of that bullshit.

'Wake up you fool, wake up!' his mind yelled at him, and with this his aud flicked. Draven could feel the cold stone under him, yet something warm laid on top of him. He had not felt this since he was really young, which caused him to be slightly alarmed. Draven opened his hazed eyes, and saw massive dirty bloody paws on either side of him. As he struggled to look up without moving his eyes caught sight of a large white crania. His nose immedietly went to work, discovering the wolf to be female. Yet a confused look crossed his face as warm drops kept hitting the top of his head. He sniffed and his eyes grew wide... she was bleeding. Draven struggled out of her grasp alarmed, a natural reaction for most puppies. He stumbled away from her cutting his leg in the process. He stood tall, his legs trembling as they tried to support his weight and he just stared at her. Yet she did not move, was she dead? This thought perked Draven's interest as he cautiously circled her, leaning in for a sniff before jumping away. Finally getting braver he walked up to her and used his paw to attempt to wake her. His little paw stroked her shoulder, but nothing. Though he did note her breathing, and her wounds.. this caused a small whine. Draven had seen so much pain and death in his life you would think he was unaffected by it, but he still very much was. With another whine he began to lick the wound on her shoulder, for he knew they had to be clean. The last thing he wanted was for this wolf to get an infection or the disease which had killed part of his family."

'What the hell stop thinking about the past you fool, theres nothing you can do about your humble and less than respectful beginings, so forget about it. Don't let this get to you, they'll see your nothing but that scared little pup still, and thats the last thing we need...' the voice inside his head taunted. This was a voice he had since he first hit the ground seven months ago, and no matter what he did he could not silence its taunts. With a sigh he shook his crania, and halted, his ears flipping foward as a sound got his attention.... was he being followed?

[Asake~]

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~Asake~

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Quiet...

~ As quiet as it could be for a night in the belly of timber. Each and every tree held some extent of life. Night critters buzzing and singing in their nightly chorus. Yet, to any wolf who has had the pleasure of spending more than one night in such a forest. They learn to quickly tune out the songs for a more valuable awareness, the alertness of survival. Even as the sparse moonlight lit up only a portion of the underbrush. It was all the wolves needed to move freely.

Even for Asake, a Wolf borne in region s that were normally bathed in sun or moonlight. All of it was natural, an internal switch of survival. That or urge of being protective. Despite the fact that he was not fully aware of every member of his new found pack. Regardless, Asake did what he has always found interesting. Patrolling. It was like a inner calling, long stretches of alone time that accomplished another urge to protect. His body covering land in a lithe trot, weaving about tree trunks and rocks. Over stepping fallen limbs, which would give him away with a sudden crack. All the while as his orange/amber eyes scanned his environment. Ears twisting about their bases for rogue vibrations. Heck, he was even feeling the ground for any tremors... never hurt to be too cautious.

Yet, he has already been chided for that. The name Zihna coming to mind. Still, Asake could justify this cautiousness as to better protect the Pack he was learning to yearn for. Much on the accomplishment of Zihna's trick on him. Making him yearn for what she had gained with the Vale. He could not stay mad honestly, for it at least made the red brute grow into a determined pack member. Even if he was going to be slow in socializing.

Maybe, during the ne-

Asake threw himself down, belly brushing the cold earth. Interesting since the air was so warm these nights. Regardless, the red brute's auds were perked forward, listening as his eyes determined the sounds of footsteps and movement. Was not long as he crept thought the forest, alert on all senses. Was not long till he spotted the... pup? It was hard to say, the brute was young. Granted, yet he seemed rather big regardless. That and the thick coat seemed rather uncomfortable in the sudden heat that was over washing the lands this time and day.

Banishing the any non-existent fear, Asake raised from his crawling. The single lithe motion was all that was needed to alert the brute. The fun there was to have explaining that they were just crossing path. Heck, Asake wanted to just sidestep and move along. Yet, Zihna came to mind, along with the emotions she forced upon him. Clenching his jaw a moment, Asake emerged from the trees, making sure he was within view of the brute. his bushy red twinged tail was swaying at a low arc. At least attempting to be friendly.

Now able to get a better look, the brute here was already threatening Asake in size, which only promised him of being quite large later in life. Even better, as it is an assumption, it seemed he was built for strength. Regardless, Asake dipped his head, an universal respect.

" Interesting to see another in this region... at this time. " Asake greeted, his tone low yet welcoming. A melody of saddened songbird underplayed his voice. A inward chuckle really, since wolves were mainly nocturnal... still, it was a hidden message of the rarity that are wolves. Seems most were heading off towards the souse. Understandable. Regardless, Asake kept his tail in its low arc, swaying slowly as his eyes flicker about, before resting on the pup.

[Mayhem]

Draven growled when he saw the other brute approach him. The timber brute was never one who liked to be snuck up on. Quite frankly he hated it. Bothered him immensely that someone had the nerve to either stalk him, or appear without warning. Draven did not all plan on letting this indiscretion slide, no this brute would pay for startling him. His cold eyes turned to look at he brute who greeted him with a mellow tone, and asked the dumbest statement he had ever heard. Draven's hair began to slowly bristle on the peak of his pelt. The dark black hair raising up like soilders at attention, as he lowered his head protecting his vital blood line. His lips began to curl back, and white knives greeted the other male. 'Thats it master, show him what happens when the foolish sneak up on you. Make him pay for his error, show him that you are not one to reckon with, or approach.' the voice egged the young male on, only giving him more confidence. It was not out of the norm for him to pick fights, Draven loved to fight and that wasnt about to change.

His mother was a born warrior, yet his adoptive on was slightly more passive. He remembered his adoptive mother clearly, and well she had taught him numerous things as well. The timber brute remember the day she found him, he had been near death and if it hadnt been for her taking pity on him, and clutching him from the weeds. She had just been in a fight and yet had still taken pity on the weak pup. Chorus was the only one who could passify Draven, the only one who could talk him out of something when he was dead set on it. Draven quickly snapped from his thoughts, and locked eyes with the brute. He snarled walking towards the male, threatening him more.

He grinned as he looked the brute over, he chuckled a little to himself, before his deep tones came ringing into the air. "You can run, you know.. I perfer the chase." he said with a devilish smirk as he snapped his jaws closed. He really wanted to mess with this brutes head more than anything, but hell a fight would be just as endulging.

[Asake~]

Threats?

~ It was naive, if only foolish to go about with any. Since honestly, this brute was playing with his fate. Asake flicked his ear lazily as the brute voiced a very real threat that his body was forcing into Asake's knowledge. All the threatening voice got was a slow forming smirk on Asake's muzzle. Curling about his face. All the more augmented by the shadows...

The red brute was not afraid of this 'large' pup. He could run, was thinking of it now knowing he would outlast his pursuer. Asake had knowledge of these forests. The pup most likely did not. Asake had much endurance, the pup would fall short.

Yet, Asake has had his fair share of over-confident moments. So instead he made use of what time was available until this loner would attack him. " The forests are large, and I have much experience with them. " The words slipped from his muzzle slowly, insulting any intelligence the nomad pup would have. " And if I could... sneak up upon you? Well, slipping away would be much easier. " He muzzle curled into a sly grin as he stared down the nomad. Keeping his hidden aces away unless he must announce their presence.

Now, Asake began to circle the Nomad. Keeping the brute out of reach. Waiting for a possible response before bolting. The forests have been known to engulf any who were unaware of its tricks. Thankfully, Asake has had quite the run down by a few of his pack members on such tricks. Now knowing how his danger was heightened by the forest more than from this nomad. His vision of the pup turning into Pity as he though of all the traps that awaited him should he chase.

Asake might just have to save this poor brute.

Regardless, his eyes narrowed as he awaited a response. Muscles taut in readiness.

" May I know the call-sign of the one I will... have to save? "

[Mayhem]

Draven cackled at his words. He had much experience with these woods, what were they his best friends? Draven had been out here a couple of times so he knew them well enough to give good chase, or find a valuable escape route. The male before him was smaller than himself, which was somewhat suprising to the young male wolf. Sure he was use to standing taller than most, but well he just expected bigger wolves in these parts. "That does not trouble me." he said smoothly, his eyes traveling over the other brujo. At the male's next words, a small growl formed deep with in Dravens throat. He was never one to take insults lightly, he had far to much pride for his age. "Then slip away brute, matters little to me." Draven said coldly. "Just means I can enjoy the silence once more, and not your rattling vocals." he said with a disrespectful snort thrown in at the end. Draven had a lot to learn, one of which was some manners. When the brute started to circle Draven, he snarled snapping his jaws shut showing his obvious irritation for what the male was doing. He did not have time for these games, these foolish shows of power.

This brute was egging a response out of him, and for once Draven decided against giving the male what he wanted. Most of the time Draven was always looking for a fight, but at the moment he just preferred to stay out of one. The brute could do his little dance for all he cared. Draven had a feeling this brute had something up his sleeve. He was taunting him with more than brute strength, no this brute was playing mind games. Draven some what began to relax in the males presence, just soaking everything in. Draven chuckled when the male asked for his name, and added the little part of having to save him. Was true Draven had just surpassed his seven month and was in need of a lot more wisdom. Atleast the brute puppy was smart enough to know when he was getting himself in over his head. Chasing a sly brute through the woods would probably only lead to injury. Now if he had been threatening him with mere strength, Draven might have behaved differently. "Draven." he said simply. The wolf had a strange name to most, and to be honest he wasnt quite sure why his cannibalistic bitch of a mother had given it to him, and then abandoned him.

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[Asake~]

~ Asake circled around to face the brute just as he has given his name. Draven, the name turned about Asake's mind several times as he stared. Critically thinking on the best maneuver here. This Draven was trouble, wither or not he would fight Asake or hurt another of a pack member. Despite his ideals on fighting other wolves, something he loathed to do. The red brute was also a protective wolf. The idea of another more fragile pack member getting hurt because he choose to run away hurt more than shedding blood for his cautiousness, the feeling that his guardian has brought upon him was still fresh. Making him dig his claws into the loose dirt.

" Compromise Draven. " Asake started, Amber gaze drilling directly into the brute. " Leave these forests, Take your poor attitude away, and I will let you breath... Or..." The red brute paused a moment, looking over the brute a moment as a small smirk grew on his muzzle. " You could be foolish and attack me... " Asake let the silence hang gingerly over the fallen dusk of the forest. Letting the cool breeze over wash his coat as he eyed Draven with something close to carelessness.

A little trigger inside Asake wanted Draven to attack him, to just crush the foolish pup beneath his paws. Make him yelp and suffocate him by breaking his throat. Throw him to the side and flatten him with a tree. Possibilities drove past the brute's mind in but a matter of seconds. His eyes growing wilder , in anticipation of the coming fight. The brute justifying his willingness with the need to protect his home and newly acquired family. Yet, in their sake... he would show mercy. Only going so far as disabling Draven, he could not kill... No matter how rich the opportunity was for him.

A small greenish twirl began to encompass the brute's eyes. Curling and twisting around the iris as it glowed a dull turquoise.