Post by Deilakrion on Aug 9, 2008 19:26:27 GMT -5
Caeryph was nearly cross-eyed, watching the leave atop his nose teether back and forth trying to keep its perch. Resting on his stomach, arms somewhat crossed and his head laying 'top, the wolf simply lay there on this beautiful day, lost in his thoughts. In fact, so deep in thought, one would find it rather simple to happen upon him without his knowing. Foolish wolf, he was going to get hurt one of these days that way.
Sheepish might have been one word to describe her, wandering back through the early-autumn briskness of Sage's major forest. She had caught herself on the brink, and dragged herself back in the late night escapades that had tangled her so badly the day previous. And too, the elderly deer she had caught and taken visceral satisfaction in eating had helped her to regain strength. So this time there was no arrogant hubris, nor was there the raw emotion that had snared her. No, dominance yet flickered about her, but it was contained beneath the velvet of calm. The forest was thick with smells and life, and she tread carefully through the underbrush, careful not to break anything. She knew, imperceptibly, that she would see the black 'wolf here. Again. And she stopped shy of sight, and took a soft breath; querying him with smell.
Caeryph sneezed, the bits of the small leaf blancing on his nose finally creating enough tickle to set it off. He shook his head and repositioned his body, taking in the scent of the forest in only to narrow his eyes. That smell..her smell, so familiar it had became now, that he could simply depict her from the rest. He sat up of course, craining his neck about, wondering why it was she came back; was it a by random, or to simply seek him out again? Caeryph could only guess, for at this point and time, he had grown so confused by the other. It was apparent he was looking for her, and so he wondered if she would just come to him, or did he have to work at this.
Deilakrion was satisfied that no malice lay in the other. Considering the events of the night preivous, well, wolves were a touchy lot. She advanced, paws touching down with almost silent grace. -Good hunting.- She moved closer, body language crisp and clear under the leafy foliage. She eyed him carefully, and held herself still.
Caeryph had only been sitting on his hind legs, temper already ready to flare out at he fisrt moment she advanced towards him with anoything more then what she did right now. Like he was expecting another pounce, takcle, or any other imtimidating means, Caeryph was no doubt, tensed. But only for a moment, for when he saw her casual movments, he figured she wasn't here to fight..at least for now. So he simply laid back down on his stomach and waited for her to come closer..wasn't like she was just going to keep her distance forever, she'd be over in a moment or two, especially with his relaxed poise.
Deilakrion circled around the other, sniffing from a safe distance, weaving between bushes and small trees to do so. Her eyes gleamed at him, and with every movement was a question; a demand for pack. She stilled again, a step or three closer to the other wolf, and she too sat with ears pricked forward. Watching, waiting, listening; she could be patient in the hunt if she really had to be. She took pack seriously. Always had.
Caeryph felt weak as he lay there, but what choice did he have? He had lost, and she knew it..so it seemed. She proved it last night, just before that damned bird-thing attacked, and left him to fend a gruling assult, leaving him with a bruised side and a small cut on his jaw; nothing serious, just some damaged pride. Pride, it was going to be the death of him someday. "What do you want?" That was a rather loaded question, but he knew she would know what he ment..or rather he hoped. He still didn't know this one that well.
Deilakrion breathed with a simple, understated delight. There was something about the Sage forest that drew her, even if Vailkrin was her home. She panted a canid smile, scarred hide shivering against an insect's attack. She had tougher skin than such a small attacker might think. -Pack-. It was seen in the tilt of her ears and the shape of her eyes; ripple of her back and short twitch of her tail. She was expectant, and it was obvious that disappointment was impossible to this fey wolf.
Caeryph eventually shy'd his gaze away from hers, slowly rising to all for paws this time. He gave a small, brisk shake loosening the few bits of forest from his fur, and began to stalk towards her. This time though, he was different; shoulders not so high and tensed, his head low, like a poor beaten animal sauntering to the abusive owner, and most of all, his deathly silence. He stood just before her, head turned away and his gaze skimming the ground. Simply his way of complying. He just hoped that no big deal would be made of this..he'd had enough humuliation as it was, any more and the lycan would be tempted to just leave the forest for good.
Deilakrion exuded approval, tentative and quiet prods with body language and smell to see if he really was hers. He was submissive, and that was enough for the woman; she was never abusive in any aspect. Quick and clean -- wolf and creature of agreement in that regard. -Pack.- It was statement, and it was fact: he'd have to fight her if he disagreed now, when she had already sealed him within her own aura and beliefs. It was a good time for it to happen, when the day was quiet and privacy was to be had. Wolves were private creatures, and creature even more so when pack was concerned.
Caeryph stood there, his defeated gaze eventually dragging its self from the floor, and back to hers. Time would pass and he would soon feel the ugre to walk away as he had always done, but he couldn't do that any more, thatwould simply result in consiquence. So, he'd patiently wait.
Now it was disapproval, as Caeryph continued to exibit signs of abuse. She shifted impatiently, mood sparking in irritation. -Pack now. Act like it.- Acceptance was there in that liquid golden-grey gaze, and support. Deilakrion offered precious little else, but it was enough. Should be enough with how completely and utterly she accepted packmates. She was fiercely exuberant of all of them, and in return she demanded no less than the best. That was her lot as alpha, but now only expectations twinkled within the restless movements of ears and muscles.
Caeryph offered the slightest bit of a glare at first, and even a weak growl, but gave up. He could be as stuborn as he was, and knew that. It would only bring about even more disapproval from the alpha; something he seemed to be good at doing since thir first encounter. That would all change soon, just like a stuborn child trying to hold a grudge against their parents for some sort of punishment..it just never stuck. For now however, he'd simply raise his head and lift his shoulders once again, slowly stalking away, but in no means of disprespect, anger, or any type of wrong- he was just hungry.
Deilakrion watched the other go, this time. Perhaps he would need the time to adjust, perhaps he would come around on his own. Deilakrion was not so clingy as to chase his tail like he was a wayward pup. He had given acceptance, even if reluctantly, and she would be fine with that. She was happy with growth, in any way. Besides that, she was still learning to be alpha. It would come easier with time. She sent a little bark towards the retreating back of the other: a call for him to return to the pack eventually -- and a warning in the event that he didn't. She turned to leave, and leave him to his own meanderings.
Sheepish might have been one word to describe her, wandering back through the early-autumn briskness of Sage's major forest. She had caught herself on the brink, and dragged herself back in the late night escapades that had tangled her so badly the day previous. And too, the elderly deer she had caught and taken visceral satisfaction in eating had helped her to regain strength. So this time there was no arrogant hubris, nor was there the raw emotion that had snared her. No, dominance yet flickered about her, but it was contained beneath the velvet of calm. The forest was thick with smells and life, and she tread carefully through the underbrush, careful not to break anything. She knew, imperceptibly, that she would see the black 'wolf here. Again. And she stopped shy of sight, and took a soft breath; querying him with smell.
Caeryph sneezed, the bits of the small leaf blancing on his nose finally creating enough tickle to set it off. He shook his head and repositioned his body, taking in the scent of the forest in only to narrow his eyes. That smell..her smell, so familiar it had became now, that he could simply depict her from the rest. He sat up of course, craining his neck about, wondering why it was she came back; was it a by random, or to simply seek him out again? Caeryph could only guess, for at this point and time, he had grown so confused by the other. It was apparent he was looking for her, and so he wondered if she would just come to him, or did he have to work at this.
Deilakrion was satisfied that no malice lay in the other. Considering the events of the night preivous, well, wolves were a touchy lot. She advanced, paws touching down with almost silent grace. -Good hunting.- She moved closer, body language crisp and clear under the leafy foliage. She eyed him carefully, and held herself still.
Caeryph had only been sitting on his hind legs, temper already ready to flare out at he fisrt moment she advanced towards him with anoything more then what she did right now. Like he was expecting another pounce, takcle, or any other imtimidating means, Caeryph was no doubt, tensed. But only for a moment, for when he saw her casual movments, he figured she wasn't here to fight..at least for now. So he simply laid back down on his stomach and waited for her to come closer..wasn't like she was just going to keep her distance forever, she'd be over in a moment or two, especially with his relaxed poise.
Deilakrion circled around the other, sniffing from a safe distance, weaving between bushes and small trees to do so. Her eyes gleamed at him, and with every movement was a question; a demand for pack. She stilled again, a step or three closer to the other wolf, and she too sat with ears pricked forward. Watching, waiting, listening; she could be patient in the hunt if she really had to be. She took pack seriously. Always had.
Caeryph felt weak as he lay there, but what choice did he have? He had lost, and she knew it..so it seemed. She proved it last night, just before that damned bird-thing attacked, and left him to fend a gruling assult, leaving him with a bruised side and a small cut on his jaw; nothing serious, just some damaged pride. Pride, it was going to be the death of him someday. "What do you want?" That was a rather loaded question, but he knew she would know what he ment..or rather he hoped. He still didn't know this one that well.
Deilakrion breathed with a simple, understated delight. There was something about the Sage forest that drew her, even if Vailkrin was her home. She panted a canid smile, scarred hide shivering against an insect's attack. She had tougher skin than such a small attacker might think. -Pack-. It was seen in the tilt of her ears and the shape of her eyes; ripple of her back and short twitch of her tail. She was expectant, and it was obvious that disappointment was impossible to this fey wolf.
Caeryph eventually shy'd his gaze away from hers, slowly rising to all for paws this time. He gave a small, brisk shake loosening the few bits of forest from his fur, and began to stalk towards her. This time though, he was different; shoulders not so high and tensed, his head low, like a poor beaten animal sauntering to the abusive owner, and most of all, his deathly silence. He stood just before her, head turned away and his gaze skimming the ground. Simply his way of complying. He just hoped that no big deal would be made of this..he'd had enough humuliation as it was, any more and the lycan would be tempted to just leave the forest for good.
Deilakrion exuded approval, tentative and quiet prods with body language and smell to see if he really was hers. He was submissive, and that was enough for the woman; she was never abusive in any aspect. Quick and clean -- wolf and creature of agreement in that regard. -Pack.- It was statement, and it was fact: he'd have to fight her if he disagreed now, when she had already sealed him within her own aura and beliefs. It was a good time for it to happen, when the day was quiet and privacy was to be had. Wolves were private creatures, and creature even more so when pack was concerned.
Caeryph stood there, his defeated gaze eventually dragging its self from the floor, and back to hers. Time would pass and he would soon feel the ugre to walk away as he had always done, but he couldn't do that any more, thatwould simply result in consiquence. So, he'd patiently wait.
Now it was disapproval, as Caeryph continued to exibit signs of abuse. She shifted impatiently, mood sparking in irritation. -Pack now. Act like it.- Acceptance was there in that liquid golden-grey gaze, and support. Deilakrion offered precious little else, but it was enough. Should be enough with how completely and utterly she accepted packmates. She was fiercely exuberant of all of them, and in return she demanded no less than the best. That was her lot as alpha, but now only expectations twinkled within the restless movements of ears and muscles.
Caeryph offered the slightest bit of a glare at first, and even a weak growl, but gave up. He could be as stuborn as he was, and knew that. It would only bring about even more disapproval from the alpha; something he seemed to be good at doing since thir first encounter. That would all change soon, just like a stuborn child trying to hold a grudge against their parents for some sort of punishment..it just never stuck. For now however, he'd simply raise his head and lift his shoulders once again, slowly stalking away, but in no means of disprespect, anger, or any type of wrong- he was just hungry.
Deilakrion watched the other go, this time. Perhaps he would need the time to adjust, perhaps he would come around on his own. Deilakrion was not so clingy as to chase his tail like he was a wayward pup. He had given acceptance, even if reluctantly, and she would be fine with that. She was happy with growth, in any way. Besides that, she was still learning to be alpha. It would come easier with time. She sent a little bark towards the retreating back of the other: a call for him to return to the pack eventually -- and a warning in the event that he didn't. She turned to leave, and leave him to his own meanderings.