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{ooc} all HV members MUST reply here to be "initiated" into the pack, so to speak. Failure to reply here within one week means that I delete your application and you start all over.

Perfection. If the word had a tangible epitome, it would take naught but a fool to disagree with the statement that the degree of sublime beauty that these lands held did not graze the bar in the very least. It was a bucolic vista; a landscape painted with a supple loam carpet of the most lucid amber or verdurous hue and endless miles of terra that boasted such substantial prospects that it had come to a pleasantly surprising shock to the wolf that was now traipsing through his newly-founded packlands that, upon initial arrival, there had been no real challenge, no detrimental obstacles to hinder him.
Except for the sheer vastness of it all, that is. The boundaries needed to be well-marked in order to make his presence clear, to make it known to any other prospective, would-be Alpha that, if they presented themselves with the objective of obtaining control, they would be met with nothing less than a more-than-mildly-indignant leader.

One to rise before the sun, the brindled Alpha had since been traversing the entirety of his newly-founded packlands, saucer-sized paws leaving wide dimples in the just-damp earth as he padded aimlessly along. More so these last few suns than ever before the gargantuan wolf had found himself irrevocably lost in thought; each time he managed to suspend his introverted labyrinth he was forced to reprimand himself. A moment mislaid in musing could lead to an hour spent in hassle, and while Gavin found satisfaction in regularity regimens, he had also been in a modestly critical fret over his actions of late. In all truth he was rather sleep-deprived; not a wise notion for an Alpha to be under the sway of at all- but he had spent the last two days and nights doing very little but scent-marking and inspecting every quaint cranny, every shadowed nook. Every few minutes, as if on a circadian timer, he was halt, and lower his great head, black nares flaring and nosing about for a suitable post before his wooden musk was branded onto the trunk of choice. There was no doubt in his feverishly-working mind that even the most obtuse of persons could miss the note of finality in his olfactory message: These lands were no longer uninhabited. Allowing himself to feel a momentary sense of accomplishment, Gavin smiled at himself before continuing onward, angling his steps so as to further delineate what would be future boundaries. For now, these were admittedly hazy; the scents did not travel in any particularly straight or confirmed line and were in fact rather haphazard, though they would give accidental trespassers time to realize their erroneous steps and correct them accordingly.

He padded forward with a svelte elegance than belied his unnatural stature, exacting flawless steps and falling into a rhythmical grace, lengthy tail held proudly over his haunches. The mann was thickly furred and for this reason his brawn was not so adamantly prominent, though it would take one of extreme mental obtuseness to not recognize the Alpha's physical aptitude. This burliness was combined with a rather towering height that, on occasion, would leave others feeling rather dwarfed. His fur, also, was considered to be rather bizarre- ranging from charcoal to smoke to silver and ivory, his pelt was a lustrous blend, twisting about into an almost agouti brindle. His front limbs were a sallow ebony from the shoulders to the paws, while his hind legs, starting at the hocks, were smoke colored. This odd brindle color followed his long neck up to his face, where it split into fainter, more comely colors- patches of ginger behind his too-small ears, buff points imbued above and below each round, pale cerulean eye. These snips of tawny were encircled by little half-moon rings of black that faded to a storm gray of sorts, before the busy mixture was brought to a contrasting ivory bib that stretched from the underside of his muzzle down his throat to his breast, in the perfect shape of an inverted triangle. A pleasantly amalgamated blend of hues, Gavin took some degree of pride in the conscientious manner with which he kept his fur, for the most part, clean. Cleanliness was not a gender-specific trait in his mind. And, of course, he would expect any future members to take respect in their own fur enough to keep themselves well-groomed.

Despite these physical extremes and the obvious pride that he partook in his pelage, Gavin was quite the gregarious character. He had been raised a gentleman, and this emotional sophistication was not withheld for anyone, unless he was provoked. It was with this prudence that he found himself to have crossed into a stand of thinly spaced trees, and so he slowed, steely-blue eyes drifting through the grove (though seemingly finding nothing of any crucial importance.) He held his distance for a moment, black nostrils flaring as a sudden gale thrust an acrid tang of complete foreignness into his unsuspecting senses. Slightly taken aback, he lowered his head, tucking his boxy muzzle toward his chest and inhaling his own musk before lifting his jaws again and respiring more gently. There. A scent not of his own, and not of Haden Valley's lesser inhabitants- and one that was also, quite distinctly wolf. The behemoth wolf lowered his head to the sod, though his cerulean orbs scanned the panorama of the copse with a glint that spoke of irritation.

Broad snout nosing about the dense foliage, the distant rustle of paw-falls snapped the wolf's large head up, his steel-blue eyes narrowing. With a threatening growl, the mann whirled, hulking body jerking swiftly forward and thick tail rising almost instantaneously over his broad back, silver limbs carrying him towards the intruder with extended, bunching strides. Others might employ the element of surprise as a favored tactic, but for an Alpha as substantial in size as Gavin, intimidation was a customary tool that, depending on the situation, may or may not have been the justified objective. In this case, however, it was. Black lips pulling back into a rancorous snarl, the Haden Valley leader leapt through the trees, his pale eyes glinting as he spotted the perpetrator. He was, to be blunt, indomitable. Anger overcoming his senses, the snarl deepened in tone and ferocity before slowly puttering out and leaving behind only the glare that was now fastened on the lupine that he was towering over.

His growl was cold and fairly dripping with displeasure, though it, too, quickly calmed into a voice, one that, while gravelly and baritone, relinquished the previous iciness."Good day to you," he spoke, glittering eyes keeping their intensity.[/size] "I do hope you have a good reason for trespassing."[/size]

{ooc} yes, I did recycle this from my leader app. thread, Linger ;D. And for whoever replies first, don't worry! Once he knows that you're here to JOIN, and not to challenge him, he'll calm down quite a bit and apologize and all that jazz. Now, don't be scared of little old Gavin! O: I <3 new members![/color] [/size][/font]

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».» { Anevay the Cunning

The land was more then beautiful and it was a place fit for royalty. There was nothing dingy or disgusting about the place or at least from what had been already seen. The trees where alive and full of life--squirrels skittering about the branches over head, rough housing with one another or gathering nuts of sorts to snack on or store away. The birds where singing, oblivious (or perhaps unfearful) of the graceful creature that slid with ease below them. It brought no sense of annoyance to the beast that the animals did not fear her--she had no intention of attempting to strike fear in the hearts of others. That was the behavior of uncivilized monsters and she was more then civilized--she was of noble blood and she would not bring shame to her ancestors by degrading herself by acting like a brainless whit.

The creature--a she-wolf, was simply an example of perfection. She was not large, but slenderly made. Her legs where long, lean while her frame was narrow thin, but not the type of thin one would become because of the lack of food. Simply, she was petite. In fact, she was so delicatly made that her paw prints could be mistaken for that of a common dog or coyote. Her coat only added to her beauty--smooth, glossy and wonderfully kept. A wonderful mixture of highlights of black blended with light gray and silver--the hues then blending into golden tan and a light cream along her sides and underbelly. Along her face, the silver spread halfway down where it then became cream with her ears colored in the golden tan and a smear of the same golden hue running down her muzzle. As a finishing touch to her beautiful coat, her eyes where a brilliant gold with a hint of orange like jewels.

The she-wolf had known the land was claimed and at first she had been startled by that fact but the scent of the markings had struck a familiar nerve. And so she continued on without a second thought, crossing boldly into the claimed land and taking no initiative to seek out the owner. Instead, the she-wolf continued on, avoiding tall grass and weaving her way around shrubs and other disgusting foliage that might leave leaves or twigs clinging to her well-kept coat. She continued on for some time, only stopping when she began to feel the need to pant. Panting! That was something dogs did. It was not fitting behavior for her. She had eyed the area critically, settling on patch of grass, lush and rich in color, that was shaded by a large tree.

There she settled herself, but only after she had swept over the patch with narrowed eyes just to make sure it was free of debris or bugs. Content that it was clean, she had lowered herself to the spot, streching out and enjoying the coolness created by the shadow of the tree. It was not long before her peace was interrupted by movement--whatever it was, it was large, but she cared little. However, the movement increased in pace and the brush around her errupted in noise and movement and where there once was nothing now stood a towering monster of a wolf. He was intimidating--to most, but her graceful jaws parted in a careless yawn, golden eyes hooded and uncaring. His demanding questions only brought a slight scowl to the female's face and her black tipped tail flicked in growing irritation.

For a moment, she ignored his words, turning her gaze away from him and lowering her head to lick gently at her paw. Satisfied that it was clean, she returned her soft gaze back to the brute, her voice, soft but heavy with amusement. "Is that any way to speak to a lady?"

[xander]

You see the same darn thing
It's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening
But it's happening

The crimson sun started to ascend on the lushes emerald valley. As Jessi's moon washed talons hit the loss earth as they launched the vixen forward. Cream limbs shot forward with such grace they seemed to play a melody for all so her. She razed the limbs high of the ground only to set them softly and gently back upon the loss soil. Smooth and almost silent they set forth a drumming beat. Her sleak and fluffy tail seemed to flow weightless in the wake behind her.

And everywhere you go it's just a different place
You get the same dark feeling
See the same sad faces
No one really cares that this is happening

And the wind caught her sent and carried it away so all it could reach it. Her sent was unmistakable it was sweet and soothing and carried that of rain upon the land. For the land she had always loved and spent countless hours. She ran and ran till the earth devoured the sun and the abyss above was light pink. Only then did this porcelain dove stop and rest to survey the terrain. Every thing came through baby blue pools that held her it the present.

We come into this world
And We are all the same
And in that moment there's no one to blame

Her aquamarine pools searched the land in front of her it was she excepted and desired. The peak of where she stood was siren quite and perfect. And she let cream limbs lead the way to the edge. The edge was strait drop off into the abyss below. You could not even see the bottom for there were clouds below that told of the high that Jessi stood. She stood there looking with the sight granted by maple lamps seemed to devour the abyss beyond.

But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told

She was on a mission that no one could save her from a mission that demanded her very life. She would not even call it a mission because she thought it to pathetic. And this why no one knew she would not risk her pride for such a pathetic excuses as this. No she wished no one would find out that’s why she made the terrors journey. And know her twisted past had caught up to her. And it drove her to this her suicidal lullaby.


And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we've seen

So she there upon the edge as she flickering between that of life and that of death. She shivered as a chilling wind brushed past her reminding her of the cold terrain where her bloody past accrued. And it was this bloody past that drover her to this. But she stood where she sand with her blue orbs that looked out. They seemed to travel beyond this none world it was far beyond any thing one could see to a world where the past repeats its self trying to right itself of these wrongs.

Are you listening?
But living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect
Now I see

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Granted, she was rather lovely- a vision of beauty, actually, but as she lay there, dainty frame curled nonchalantly about with a rather dismissive air, the brindled gargantuan could barely contain the irritable growl that was slipping through closed lips. How dare she- sprawled on Haden Valley's terra as if she naturally belonged here, and then have the sheer audacity to disregard his obviously well-founded questions? “Lady or not,” he growled, “These lands are not yours, and it would do you well to remember that. Now, I'll ask you only once again before you are escorted from the premises- what is the reasoning behind such blatant intrusion?” [/size]It was with some level of internal shock that he allowed his biting gaze to drift over the slightness of her elfin body, but as it did the growl ebbed and then abated entirely. Almost instantaneously he coughed, shuffling back a meager step and letting his lips slide back down over his broad jowls. With an admonished air he graciously lowered his head, lifting one heavy paw in a wolfish bow. Yet no words broke the air as he stared at her, cyan eyes wide above their ebony half-moons. How could he have neglected to see the pristine amber of her lavish fur, the softly twisting shades of smoke and the tendrils of ivory that wound about and created a physical canvas that the Alpha had yet to behold on any other wolf, be they male or female- and the eyes. The ons that he had spent so many days looking into, only to see a glare in return- like now. Memories- ones that he would rather have kept pent-up, for shame- flooded back with such ferocity that he was forced to blink rapidly, angling his head away from her a moment. This was the unrequited love from his childhood, the fae that had tortured him with the best of intentions. Anevay. It had to be her of course; there was no mistaking that incredibly unconcerned look that had been cast in his direction so often.

With something of a grimace he fairly forced himself to hold her gaze once more, too-small ears pinned back against his steel-hued head and his demeanor one that was impressively subdued.[/size] “Anevay,”[/size] he spoke, his thick voice maintaining some level of authority- well, all he could muster for the time being. [/size]“Forgive me; I didn't recognize you at first. You, ah, um-”[/size] He shuffled slightly, shifting his weight and dipping his head embarrassedly. [/size]“You grew up.” [/size]An understatement. [/size]“I- I've missed you.”[/size]Another understatement, and one that was laced with a hopefulness that would likely take her back as well- the same sort of hopefulness that would be in the well-versed phrase 'So we're friends?' before she ruthlessly let him know that no, that was not the case. It was almost a question, as if he needed her permission for the idea of her to flit through his mind. In all honesty, he would never have thought that that he would have ever been fortunate enough to run into her like this- a serendipity prelim to a wolf that he had initially thought had far worse intentions than she. He seemed nervous to look at her for any length of time; while wonderfully ravishing, like all beautiful things she had a tendency to have hidden thorns, so to speak. He had felt her annoyed fangs more times than he cared to remember.

“How did you find yourself here?” [/size]He had regained his composure, having once again realized that while she had a siren's power, this was still his territory and that it would bring no good to fall apart in reminiscing simply because a juvenescent infatuation had once again surfaced. “And...I don't think you came here on my behalf. Are you looking for shelter? Or do you wish to join?” The words came slow, as she would come to find they often did- he took his time, choosy about the words. That, of course, wasn't the only thing that had changed about Gavin- he had finally came into himself. Rather portly as a whelp, the male had become toned- solid, instead of doughy. While he had always been tall, he had obviously increased in size- the mann had more than doubled his height, actually, among other things. Frankly, he was rather bewildered that she had recognized him at all.

The towering wolf hesitated, impregnable stare retracting and his head swinging away and up, long muzzle thrust into the air and ebony nares flaring as a second alien scent just touched where he was. Another? My, my, Haden Valley was certainly popular today.[/size]

{ooc} I would have put more detail about Jessi, Ko, but I wasn't sure where she was in proximity to them :/[/size][/size][/font]

[|ko|]

As Taint loped swiftly over the soft forest ground, he thought to himself how lucky he was. The day was quite beautiful; he could hear hundreds of birds, above his head in the trees. They spoke an unknown language; to his ears, it was a sweet timbre. The pine needles beneath his feet were crisp, and dug gently into his pads as they cut softly into the earth.
Grinning to himself, gold eyes hooded lazily, the black wolf came to a slow halt beside a gushing, fresh spring. He bent his head, his eyes closed as he drank. Then, it was again, time to move. But before he did so, he cocked an ear. He could hear voices...suddenly, his normally cheeky expression went blank. Voices...inside his head? Or not... ah! He had to find out if these were real or not.
And Taint ran.
He leapt over the fallen tree trunk, and burst quite suddenly into what looked like an intimate reunion between two old friends. The young wolf sunk to the earth, his legs collapsing beneath him, all sense of politeness, and even protection, abandoned.
'OhthankGod!' Taint huffed in one breath. 'I'm not alone!'

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{ Anevay }.« the Cunning

The harsh words that followed her statement only increased the female's growing irritation and her eyes, like mini-suns blazed with silent rage at the sheer disrespect that he was showing for a lady of her class. She was a female of noble blood and would not be talked down to--especially by someone she had known her entire puphood! She could recall a hundred incidents where she had stepped in on his behalf and sent the other pups scattering because they where treating him so unkindly. She had always been the smallest of the pups growing up--even the newer litters would outgrow her, but she was a devil wrapped up in a beautiful coat and a small package. There had been plenty of times where she had used her teeth against the now large brute before her as well as several of the other pups to get her way or get her point across.

However, his behavior changed and for a moment, she was uncertain, but when he apologized, she offered him a pleasant, lovely smile, golden eyes twinkling joyfully. If she noticed his awkward behavior, she seemed not to care and rose gracefully, slender back arching in a beautiful strech before she settled herself daintily before him. "And you, Gavin, haven't changed a bit. You're still as large as ever, but it would appear you have grown into your size quit nicely." She cocked her head to the side, eyeing him intently. For a moment, she ingored his questions, obviously taken by his impressive stature, but then she smiled, flashing him a glance of the canines that had been so often used to nip at his flanks when they where young.

Finally, she lifted her gaze so that her eyes met his and offered a kind smile. "Why am I here you ask? Traveling. I was making my way back home. I believe Tron is waiting for my return. Ah... and the young. They are too. I've been away far to long." The way she spoke, it was as though she had a family waiting for her return, but in fact, it was nothing like that at all. The young were the pups of other pack members that had taken a liking to her and she to them. And Tron was simply a brute that has set his eyes on her years ago when she was a young thing and has been after her affection ever since her previous relationships had failed. It wasn't so much as failure but death that had taken her mates from her and her own offspring had grown and moved on. But she understood what affect her words might have on the large male and was curious to see his reaction. It had been years since their last encounter. He had left the pack and that had been the last she had seen of him.

True, some of her unkindness towards him was because of the fact that he had left, but she was an adult now and had grown to accept that her friend had grown up and needed to move on. Males did that after all. She was about to speak again, but the brush crashed and she felt the fur along her spine prickle up at the arrival of yet another. A male and one that seemed to be behaving foolishly. Her presence and the fact that she ignored the proper way of enterint a claimed territory was acceptable. She knew him and he knew her--but this stranger had broken the utlimate wolf law. And by the scent upon the wind, so had another. Her once soft, thoughtful expression made a complete turn around and her beautiful eyes took on a icy stare as she gazed towards the younger male, her expression empty.

She said nothing--after all, it was not her place and although privately she would give Gavin a hard time, she would not in front of other wolves. He needed to make it clear to the youngster that he was the boss---and because she merely wanted to see his reaction and how he went about handling it. He had been a soft soul as a pup which was the reason he was often the butt of jokes and the one to be picked on. It was why she had taken a liking to him and had made it her goal to protect him from the others.

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His heart seemed to flutter in its proverbial cage at the sight of the saffron-pelted she-wolf's smile before he frowned to himself, viciously beating back the torrent of flailing emotions that were quite out of place. While it was true that in the past she had been able to render all sorts of puerile emotions from him, that was then and this is now. He thought that she would set him in rather high regard once she had fully been acquainted with the gentleman he had become- and gentleman he was. For while he had retained that inclination for kindness, Gavin had eventually morphed into quite the regal wolf, a superlative specimen of the lupine species, and it was rare for anyone, be it canine or lupine, to walk away under the impression that he was a hot-tempered, easily roused, jump-to-conclusions sort of mann. For one to truly expect anything less than a sophisticated run-in with him was either being incredibly foolish, or was simply intent on looking for a fight. Ginger-based ears tipped towards Anevay as she spoke, and he cleared his throat in what could easily be taken as a nervous fashion, thick tail flicking above his haunches. “Yes, well...thank you.”This flattery was...unwarranted. Alien, almost, coming from those silver jaws. Feeling slightly discomfited under her gaze he shifted his weight and flicked one ear back against his skull momentarily. A small smile curled his lips, half-mirroring the broader one on hers.

Comfort in her presence was not yet a trait that he had developed, however, and so the pleasantry with which she was treating him went unreciprocated for the time being, short smile only growing more watery. While he would have liked to believe that all of her intentions had always been pure, that would be outright deceitful to himself. The initial surprise of her appearance had worn off, as it should have, and what he was left with were half-wishes and uncertainty. He had always had some level of trust in her; while they had obviously drifted and parted ways years ago some, of course, remained, though for the time being he was extremely hesitant about acting on it. Yet, suddenly, it was as if something she had said had given him an extremely painful electric shock, and the wolf's maw parted in disbelief, cerulean eyes flaring with an iciness previously unseen in this particular fae's direction. “Tron?” He fairly bellowed, drawing himself up to the full height that he could reach and booming voice shattering the previous quasi-quiet of the lands. “Of all the stupid, brainless, dimwitted, indolent, egotistical fools to raise a family with, you chose Tron!? I cannot believe you! You used to taunt him relentlessly!”There was, of course, very little about his demeanor that could be considered composed now, and the seething anger that had crooked his features was becoming more vicious by the moment.“I used to taunt him relentlessly!”

It was only when he realized that roaring at Anevay would do him absolutely no good- besides, there was little that he could say or do about it now. And so instead he lowered his head, pinning his dwarfed auds once more and tentatively raising his gaze to the fae. When the stalwart Alpha did finally part his jaws, his voice held a tone of finality, and it came out as a low, gravelly growl. “Forgive me,” he spoke at last.“It is neither my proper place nor my business to pry into your personal affairs.”He attempted to loosen the tension in his pronounced shoulders with a wolfish shrug of sorts, stepping back and forcing his features back into their emotional niche: graveness. Poise. Restraint. Whether or not it was now believable, these were the things he valued, and he would keep to them as best he could. “I must admit, I was under the impression that you...might be staying. Perhaps I could offer you shelter here for tonight?”

It was as he was saying this that a flaring of a scent- most definitely male- flooded his nostrils and the remainder of his words were cut short. Black-tipped hackles prickled along the length of his spine, curdling alongside the flare of irascibility that had once again alit in his eyes and as the thick brier that grew across from them rustled noisily- both with heavy paw-falls and labored breaths- Gavin made no noise yet, but instead pivoted where he stood, swinging his mass about so that he stood in front of Anevay, one hind foot placed protectively behind her so that she was nearly beneath him; dropping his broad head he gave one low, warning growl, tongue just visible behind his fangs. Packmate or not, even if she had been an utter stranger it would have been incredibly uncharacteristic for him to have not, to some degree, made a swift move to shield her from whatever ignorant beast decided to breach his beloved boundaries. And quite the ignorant beast it was, to have given no warning nor to have attempted to locate the obvious origin of the scent-markings in any civilized manner. It was not until the tawny yearling had fairly collapsed to the loam- not in any way submissive to the evidential dominant male in the situation, which was another immediate strike for Gavin- and cried thanks for having found others of his species did the Alpha desist from his precautionary stance, carefully curling his hind paw and lifting it over the golden femme's flank so as to not mar the immaculately polished fur and cause any further irritation. He took a single step forward, brow stitched in a solemn meld of concern and dry exasperation. This young lupine was no threat; his golden eyes seemed almost desperate and the towering brindled leader merely nosed the second male before speaking in those same richly sonorous tones that he kept so well. “Indeed you are correct, it seems. You are in Haden Valley territory; were you aware of this fact? If it so happens that you were, then I must commend you on your foolishness, good sir.” His faint amusement was apparent- not only in underlying currents in his voice, but in his gaze as well, though the rigid firmness was still well-maintained in both. “Proper etiquette inclines you to seek permission to enter claimed territory if you do not wish to be killed or expelled from them immediately.” In all truth, had the younger male's behavior been any more brazen (and not so easily pitied), he would have a viciously angry giant attempting to beat several ounces of sense into his thick head. As it was, however, this leader happened to have a rather difficult time holding grudges, and so an affable smile took the place of the emphatic dourness that had previously been crooking his maw. [/size][/font]

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The young female stood up on the cliff looking over the pack lands. She knew that the alpha knew she was there, it was easy to know that. Her scent was being blown all over the lands for all to know she was there. Jessi took in a deep breath and then looked down and shook her head, now would not be the time to end it all, at least not here.

She took steps back and headed down the mountain side. Her cream paws kissed the ground as she walked down. Her tail swayed behind her as she walked, her baby blue eyes scanned over the area as she moved down. She was always on the look out for other's and as well as food.

She soon made it down to the bottom and looked around. There were quite a few other wolves on the lands already, but she was not very interested in the others she needed to meet with the alpha. He was the only one that mattered in her mind at the moment. When she was accepted she would worry about the others but until then she didn't care.

She made her way threw the thicket and forest and pushed her way threw the bushes to where the others were. Her ears flicked back as she heard the voices of the others just before her. She took a deep breath and then stepped forward toward the alpha male. she knelt before the male and bowed her head to him. She would show respect to higher ranking wolves but never to others.

She then rose some and never made eye contact with the male "Greeting M'lord, I am Jessi and i seek acceptance to your pack." she said as she stood there, her frame was held lower then the alpha males but she seemed to hold her self up more then the female that stood near the male.

She knew that she wasn't a very high ranking wolf but then again she was, she was not a beta nor the alpha female so not much respect was needed to be shown at the moment tell she learned more about the pack and who had what rank. Now Jessi had her mind set on the rank of Alphess or Beta. Either rank would be perfect with Jessi.

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». { Anevay the Cunning

Anevay shifted her weight slightly, moving just slightly back into a patch of sunlight which hit the fine golden and silver hairs along her spine, giving creating a faint glow wherever the light struck. For a brief moment, she truly looked liked something that heaven could only have created, but as she moved again, out of the light, the glow died and left her looking, although not as supernatural, but pure and angelic. Her golden eyes studied Gavin intently. He had changed a great deal since their parting so many years ago, but not enough for her to not recognize the male she had once know. He had grown up and become a creature to be respected—the wolves that had picked on him so would have a hard time meeting Gavin’s intense gaze. The thought tugged a small smile across her slender muzzle, but it quickly disappeared when her mind registered the expression upon her puphood friend’s face.

She started to question him, but he was already starting to speak and she was slightly taken back by the force within his tone. As quickly as her look of surprise had appeared, it vanished, replaced by a dark scowl, her delicate golden hued ears pressed back against her skull. “Are you kidding me!? she snapped back, rising to all four paws, though she hardly matched his size nor the intimidating factor that he gave off. Still, she looked like a demon swathed in a coat of ivory,silver and gold. “How dare you! I would never agree to be his! And a family with him!? How utterly ridiculious!” She spun angerly from him, dainty, whispy tail lashing back and forth in a manner that a cat’s tail might flick when angered. However, she twisted back around to face him as he uttered an apologize, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. “You’re correct. Its far from your business to lecture me on my choices, if that allegation held any sort of truth to it. But let me settle your nerves. No. I am not mates with Tron and no, I have no family, with him or anyone else. I am, for now, single and traveling.” She reclined gracefully, curling her tail about her haunches and quickly smoothing down the ruffled fur on her chest with her tongue. Content that her coat was back in order, she returned her gaze to Gavin, though it no longer held the intense fury that had once been burning in the golden orbs. His offer was tempting and she was curious at just how eager he was at having her stay.

With a gracious smile, she nodded and tilted her head ever so slightly. “Why Gavin, how very gentlemanly of you. I would love to stay for the night and perhaps longer if you so much as allow it. The last part was said with a sort of carelessness as though she knew it would probably not be much of an issue. And if it was---well then, he would once again feel the sharpness of her teeth as he had when they where pups. True, she was no match for him, but that didn’t mean she had the attitude of a giant. It was then that he spun to face the oncoming beast. If she had been impressed or startled in any way by the young brute’s appearance, it didn’t show. Her face had become a blank mask, her golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly. As she sat silently, listening to Gavin speak, she found that he had, indeed, grown up in more ways that she had realized. His behavior was far more sophisticated. It was only then that there was an onslaught of wolves pouring from the brush. They where females and if Anevay found anyone more annoying, it was other females---at least the majority of them. They were usually packed full of estrogen and wanting nothing more than to throw up their tails for whatever male happened to toss a compliment their way and unfortunately, within a pack, showing respect to only one wolf did not always go over well. Newcomers where the lowest of the low and they needed to behave as such. At least the male has some common sense on how to behave. And although Anevay’s silent behavior might have been taken as if she was intimidated, she was far from it. Her expression had hardened and she gazed penetratingly at the arrivals, more so to the one that spoke directly to Gavin. Of course it was all up to him, but she almost instantly disliked the female. She had not made an attempt to ask permission into the pack lands but instead, boorishly shoved her way through the land and asked acceptance into the pack. Strangers had no room to act that way---friends could only pull that sort of behavior off. And even t hen, it was a dangerous behavior. Gavin had not instantly recognized her and she had teetered there on a dangerous edge before he had realized just exactly who she was.

As if to just to be mean, she shifted so that sat closer to Gavin. She would talk to him later about how he had hovered over her, as though she had needed protecting. Deep down, though, she found it to be adorable, but she would nevertheless, taunt him about it and how apparently he had no idea what personal space was. To add to the silent, almost unnoticable insult, she shifted her gaze away from the new arrivals, boredly gazing around the surrounding area. She had taken note of the land as she had entered the territory, but it was only now that she studied it in more depth. It was a beautiful place and no doubt there were far prettier spots then the one they were currently at. Finally, eyes half closed, Anevay returned her attention to the newcomers. She was weary, wanting to find out where she would be staying for the evening --not only that, but she'd have to make sure it was clean and that sort of preperation took time.

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Ah. It was the life, indeed, being out of others’ grasp for once; being free. The world was so big, so colorful, so exciting; it was boring, sitting there, wasting the day away with endless chatter. Why wait, why you can walk and talk at the same time? It made no sense to the hyper Flyleaf. She had wandered past her older brother’s group of pack wannabe’s, and had proceeded to get herself lost in the bushes. Oh, well. There was a way out of every forest, and if she was determined enough, she could finally make her way out of - [/size]

“Oh! Hi, butterfly!”
The young wolf squealed in excitement to have finally found her long lost friend. “Ah! You can still fly! You, know, I’ve always wanted to fly, but, no, no, no. Mama says I can’t fly! But, trust me, Mister Fly-like-me, I’ll show him, one – ah!” Flyleaf had proceeded to walk into the back of a tree, oblivious to her surroundings. But, who cared? She was still well. The wolf giggled as the butterfly flew into her nose; gasping as he flew away when she sneezed. “I... I’m sorry!”

Flyleaf made her way along the bushes, trying her best to find the flying offender. She hadn’t meant to scare him away. Why was he so mean? The questions kept on rambling in her mind, keeping a good pace with her paws. By the time she had halted, it was obvious that no other soul was around: she had gotten herself even more lost. Oh, no. She wouldn’t be left with the utter humiliation she had experienced before, long ago: her mother had not been amused. Turning around slowly, Flyleaf sauntered close rot the edge of the bushes; suddenly hearing a rustle from the other side. “Oh, Mister Fly-like-me! You can’t play hide and seek now! I’m busy!”

Giggling, Flyleaf took a leap, hurling herself to the other side. She chased after the over-grown caterpillar, clearly enjoying herself, not listening to her own calls of “I’m busy, I’m busy, I have to get un-lost!” repeating her run-bounce-run composition she had created. It was of no doubt that the young wolf had absolutely no idea where she was going at all; the beautiful greenery surrounding her had been lost to senses simply because it was not as exciting as the butterfly she had been pursuing. It came as a blunt shock when Fly began to hear voices surrounding her; she stopped altogether, letting her playmate escape. It seemed almost as if the voices belonged to those with pack status: the she-wolf’s curiosity overcame her as she crept into the surrounding bushes. It was not with Flyleaf’s patience to simply sit there and listen, as an older, smarter wolf might do: she burst into her surroundings, sans ‘excuse me’.

It took nothing for the others figures into the area to come into focus: most defiantly a pack. Vague memories rushed through the young she=wolf’s head; this was the…the… Hidden Valley pack? Something like that. Hey grey orbs glanced uneasily all around: a white she-wolf; a grey of the same sort; another white, slightly off colored, a tawny male, and last, a gray male, much like herself: his air was huge, she believed he was the alpha, at least. Her ears opened to take in the conversation.

“Proper etiquette inclines you to seek permission to enter claimed territory if you do not wish to be killed or expelled from them immediately.”
'Excuse me...'
"Greeting M'lord, I am Jessi and i seek acceptance to your pack."
“Why Gavin, how very gentlemanly of you. I would love to stay for the night and perhaps longer if you so much as allow it.”

“Flyleaf.”
It was said in a slight bored tone: the young wolf did not find conversation very interesting; especially with those she did not know. She only said her name a common courtesy, that, and, she wanted to be noticed. It had been nearly a year since her mother died: the she-wolf was dying for some acknowledgement, any acknowledgement at all. Being in a pack would certainly achieve this. Who knows, maybe, just maybe, she’d find someone to her liking? Not that she was ready to settle down yet. But, still, friends could be obtained.

Bowing her head swiftly, Flyleaf proclaimed: “I wish to join your pack, sir, " before stepping back, losing her focus. Oh, well.
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_{Kind of confused as to what had just gone on around him, Taint raised an eyebrow quizically. Weird - so many wolves seemed to be just turning up out of the blue for this 'pack'. Pack? That also sounded weird to him; mainly, because he hadn't heard the word in so long. Shaking his black-furred head, the young male laughed, mainly because of the ridiculousness of the situation. Wow, he thought. This guy sure is popular. But his sharp eyes missing nothing, Taint could also see the kindess in the first male's eyes; and his own expression softened. However, the female seemed bored with the new wolves, and Taint bit his lip, Surely, she wouldn't let all of them stay? But then again; it was probably Gavin's choice, as he was the one being adressed. But Taint did share the emotion of boredom with the female; all this talk could do a wolf's head in. He amused himself by snapping at the fireflies that seemed to love to fly around his head. Snap! Snap! Another two down. The gold and red flies danced around his body like little spits of fire, and the sight was almost magical; in the hazy, evening glow, everything was bathed in a glorious light. It made Taint feel drowsy, but happy. Grinning, he snapped again and again - but got the feeling that he was being watched. He spoke.
'Oh - um, can I join too?' It sounded childish, but well, that was what he was, was he not? Barely an adult. And so, Taint grinned, his tail wagging happily behind him.} [/color]

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She always had been the quintessence of beauty, her elegance evident from birth- and while the majority of the female cubs had maintained the same layer of blubber that every other pup had, Anevay had always seemed a bit thinner; the delicate curving of her abdomen and the clean length of her slender limbs had left the majority of their age group wishing that they would all grow up a bit faster- Gavin trying his hardest to be different, knowing that as long as they were best friends, at least they would talk. She would give him some attention, unlike the others, most of whom were snubbed from the beginning. The fae could easily be compared to a strong shot of rum- burns a bit at first, but after it settles, it leaves you with that particularly pleasant tingling sensation. Of course, alcohol is not the only tangible material that she could be compared to: firecrackers, daggers, shards of glass...you get the point. Anything sharp but intriguing. Beautiful but dangerous.

Danger- that was the look that stormed through her fiercely golden gaze as the fae leapt to her paws, glowering darkly and pinning her elfin ears against her amber brow. They looked quite comical- one twice as big as the other, but both holding equal measures of fury- until Gavin seemed to shrink beneath her apoplectic glare, lowering his hindquarters to the loam in a most apologetic manner. He listened, remaining quiet and staring embarrassedly at his massive gray paws with the air of a reprimanded yearling. He realized with an inward grown just how repulsive his grouping the two of them together must have been for the well-bred femme: Tron happened to be Gavin's ghastly excuse for a brother, and was both the now-alpha's main assailant as well as the object of Anevay's torment because of that. He also realized, with something of a start, that there had been a sharp quiver of relief within him when he learned that she had no family, nor a mate- something that the brindled Alpha found, to be honest, surprising. As she whisked away from him, tail lashing in a bout of wrath, Gavin bit back the smile that was playing upon his lips- after three years of separation, he was no longer aware of her reactions, of how she handled things, and as she settled herself once more, apparently appeased by her apology, the male stood, and gave a simple, succinct nod. Excessive apologies had been deemed rather unnecessary; the longer he thought on her wording the more he began to realize that there was a very good chance that she had spoken of Tron in such a way simply to get a rise out of him, as she had often done when they were younger. Even so, a broad smile wrapped itself around his long muzzle as she spoke once more, and in response in answered. “But of course,” he rumbled, dipping his head and cerulean eyes sparking. “You obviously knew before I did that you could make yourself at home. And please, stay as long as you'd like. I think you'll like the densite. It's very...clean. From what I've seen, they've been empty for quite some time. I'm afraid they're a bit on the rough side, though.”

The behemoth Alpha's smile twisted into a frown as the young male seemed to have no real comments to what the obvious alpha had spoken- but as he was parting his maw to call the mann to attention, it was as if some proverbial gate had opened and into the brush surrounding the trio, a myriad of lupine faces appeared, some more brazenly than others. Feeling a rush of adrenaline flood through him as anticipation ran rampant, his bibbed face swung to each side once before it turned back to the young male. Gavin fastened him with a calm gaze, but one that obviously held a cold edge- he would not tolerate such blatant rudeness. Being the merciful Alpha that he was, the gaze was slowly slid from the tawny wolf to the others that were pouring in, but not before he was sure that his irritation had been properly communicated. For an Alpha, respect was not earned- it was demanded, and it would be given, or the offender would suffer dire consequences.
The first-or perhaps she was the second, or the third, or the sixth; Gavin didn't have time to decide- was a rather large female, pelt a sallow ivory, and at her gentle voice and lowered skull the Alpha felt a tinge of satisfaction and dipped his own head, blue eyes wide and kind for the moment that he offered recognition before he had angled his body once more, time for one thorough respiration before setting eyes on another female. She, too, seemed to have the proper social conduct that the original male had lacked, though the great brindled wolf found it to be a tad excessive as she genuflected. His ear flicked to and fro and he cleared his throat, a small smile curling his jowls as he dipped his head once more in turn, nodding at the acquiring of her name. In his opinion, females need not show nearly as much submission as other brutes, who were, for the most part, seen as rivals until proven otherwise, whereas faes were far less likely to attempt to challenge any leader, let alone an Alpha that towered over them. Still, none of these wolves had shown the most important factor in their initial pack trysts- giving clear warning as to their presence and allowing the dominant lupine in the territory time to find them, versus them setting off to find the Alpha. Unnecessary stress could be agitated because of such a blunder.

Remaining standing, tail held high, Gavin let his cerulean gaze survey the small gathering that surrounded him before it drifted sideways, catching Anevay's subtle movements out of the corner of his eye but saying nothing. A single thought traveled briskly through his mind before he forced it out: estrogen. There was no doubt in his mind that, with so many females in so small a pack, scuffles- whether physical or otherwise- would quickly break out amongst the females, especially involving Anevay. The golden female had always been under the impression that she was of a far greater caliber than the rest, and while Gavin was not going to be the one to tell her otherwise, he had no doubt that one of the others would eventually tire of her arrogance and snap. It was only fair that he would allow it, at least for a moment- though of course, once it heightened to something dangerous, he would be forced to step in. Such was wolf law.

Seeing as how this trio had all arrived within the same span of time, the Alpha decided it was only logical that he remained quiet for a few moments more, allowing any auxiliary wolves to find the compilation of lupines before he began the introductions- and his decision was one that was not fruitless. A fourth female broke through the wall of brush, small and obviously quite young. Her name was spoken with a rather dull air and Gavin merely glanced at her, acknowledging her bow with a soft smile and a wave of his tail. He glanced once more about the group, scanning them each swiftly for any other comment before he began, though he stopped on the young male, who had a foolish grin plastered on his maw and was currently finding entertainment by ravaging the lives of the galavanting lightning bugs that were swarming lazily about his head. As the lead's eyes fell on him, the male seemed to either notice, or come back from a dizzying daydream- either way, he finally spoke. The towering wolf gave a snort and shook his head, voice bluntly sarcastic. “Well, I'm glad that's been decided. As it were, if you had proffered any other reason for lingering in my territory for so long, I would make sure you were out of it with a wound to remember your irksome error.”

Then- as quickly as the anger had flooded his orbs, it was gone again- he parted his jaws, addressing the entire group in his baritone voice, resonant and gravelly. “Welcome,” he began, shifting his stance slightly, “To Haden Valley. My name is Gavin- I trust I will learn and remember all of your names before this day is through. Before you discover anything else, however, there are distinct fiats that you must understand: By asking for acceptance, you are committing yourself to a lifetime of loyalty. You will respect each other as much as you respect me. Improper conduct will not be tolerated and the consequences are...undesirable.” His gaze hardened for a moment, tail lashing through the air before it once again regained its calm and the words began again, thick like molasses and spoken just as slow. “Now, before we return to the densite, I will need everyone's names. When a fellow packmember speaks, you listen, whether or not it pertains to you. Miscommunication leads to pack failure, and that is to be avoided at all costs.” He cleared his throat and nodded smartly, rocking back on his hindquarters and bringing his thick tail alongside oversized paws. There was no denying the regality that he produced; the quiet intimidation that he was so often instilled in others, whether or not it was voluntary. Still, these wolves would quickly realize just how amiable Gavin could be. “Begin.”

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_{Taint saw his chance for redemption, and for the Alpha to get a better opinion of him; and so it was the young male that spoke next, which was quite brave, considering the audible tention in the air. Gulping slightly as he took a breath, Taint stepped forth. Showing his submission by bowing down low, the black canine closed his eyes and spoke.
' I'm Taint - I hope you can accept me into your pack. I swear allegiance to you and the pack, and I will always be loyal. I will also never make the mistake of challenging you.' Finished Taint with a grin - and no, he wouldn't make that mistake. Gavin was massive, compared to his smaller size, and besides that, Taint didn't really feel any assertive or dominant needs. And though he wanted to join this pack, it wasn't near as big as the desire for Gavin to accept him. It was strange; Taint had known him for all of five minutes, and yet the adolescent wolf wanted to impress the older male. He looked up to him; and even an ignorant wolf like Taint could see the affection the females held for Gavin. Grinning from ear to ear, like the fool he was, Taint waited for the alpha to reply. Or anyone else, for that matter; for weren't they all a pack now? Weren't they one?}

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The lovely hued female sat in perfect silence, allowing her sun kissed eyes flick from each individual wolf, weighing their worth. So far, none seemed to worthy to her, but it was Gavin's back, therefore it was up to him. Besides, these wolves would eventually need to toughen up and from what she knew of him--they would also need to stop thinking about what they want and what they need and start thinking about what the pack wants and waht the pack needed. He had always been a caring wolf. Despite the mistreatment from other youngsters, he had always been sweet natured, but so far, during their reunion, he had shown that he still retained his good heart, yet he had grown into the wolf he should be. Demanding of proper respect, yet kind enough to rule a pack without making others hate it.

In this short time of their reunion, she had grown to have a new respect for him. No longer was he the chubby little pup that had often felt the sharp sting of her fangs. She felt a pain of saddness at having missed so much time with him. He had left shortly after Tron had started making advances towards her. At first, she had played along with them, luring the poor male on but she had quickly tired of his courting and wanted nothing more to do with him. But by then, her puphood friend had left and she had no one to share her feelings with. She had felt a great deal of anger at his leaving, but she had quickly gotten over it, only to feel a sense of grief at having lost her friend.

But now, now she had found him yet again. At first, it seemed as though they would beable to spend a great deal of time together--getting to know everything about what had happened over their lives after the pack. However, the new arrivals had put an end on it quickly. And with the overflow of females, Anevay had no doubt things were going to become less then pleasant. Despite her behaivor and looks, she could fight if the need arose. It was a barbaric behavior, but she would act as such if one of the females decided to test their limits with her. Flicking her tail once against the ground, she had given Gavin a slight nod and a soft smile in reply to his invitation to the densites and then once again returned her attention fully onto the wolves before them. Gavin announced that he would need to know their names and so, she remained silent still, listening.

It wasn't until after the young male voiced his name that she broke the silence with her own, sweet, musical voice. "Being that our Alpha has known me since our youth, I will introduce myself you all of you. I am Anevay." Although her voice rang with all the innocence in the world and a tone of kindness that seemed whole heartedly honest, her eyes of gold held no warmth to them, only a critical stare. Although Gavin was far larger then her, there was still that urge to need to protect him, just how she had when she had been a pup.

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Ah, so that was it! Haden Valley. The name flickered through the young she-wolf’s mind. It seemed sophisticated; interesting: it made the young wolf’s heart swell, as it would when one felt accomplished. She would join this pack; she would. She’d show Gavin, and all the others, just as much as she could be worth.

Her heart swelled again, quite childishly, at his grin. Flyleaf flicked her tail casually before giving him another that spread from ear to ear. She turned her head to see the others’ expressions: none of them interesting, with the exception of the young male beside her. His snapping features quickly captivated her gaze, and without further ado, she too began snapping childishly at the fireflies. She ignored his stopping, and continued, blocking out the Alpha’s voice for a second; feeling eyes on her figure from the others made her finally stop. Fly was not a freak show, oh no.

Gavin’s words make her sigh inaudibly. Just how could someone talk so much, without moving? The young wolf, for a moment, almost felt like asking him so; she shook the thought away imagining the looks the others would give at her stupidity. Her thoughts blocked out the other young wolf’s reply: not that it was of matter, of course. She could learn his name later. It was, in fact, one of the whites that turned Fly’s head: her aura so large and egoistic it nearly choked the she-wolf.

And almost the second she spoke Fly wished she hadn’t. The young wolf took an instant dislike to her elder: sure, she really cared if Anevay, or whatever her name was, had been friends with Gavin before hand. That the white she-wolf believed that she was much better than the rest of them made Flyleaf snort with aggravation.

Shifting antsily, she replied to the others’ with haste: ”I am Flyleaf, like I said before! “ It was said in such a manner that Gavin hopefully did not hear her snort beforehand, but if he did, that was life. Oh, well.
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