Angel in the cortyard }{ -meet Gabriel-

[elledontyoudare]

One fine afternoon, and a belly full of the group's recent kill, a new member of the pack rested his head on his paws.
He opened his mouth wide, yawning into the cold air. he blinked a few times. watching the steam leave the tip of his noes. His gaze traveled across the sky. His back rested against the trunk of the pine. his dark black fur wet from his recent hunt. He shook his fluff out all the way down to his long tail, his fur poofing out making him seem fatter then he was.

Gabriel, the young Falomi, wasn't completely sure what to think of his new living adjustment. Frankly he was very uncomfortable. His whole life he spent pressing his back against the walls of caves, keeping himself out of the way and hoping when he woke up he'd still be alive.

Now, now he was living in a community of his own kind. where everyone knew who, and it wasn't a fight over who's land what was killed on. He rested his dark head on his paws. He was sure he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. But at least he made a good impression on the earlier hunt. His eyes kept to the sky, watching the rain come pouring down around him.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

So this new blood thought he earned himself a rest, did he? I watched from my distant shadow, hovering only a few bounds away. This rain was useful in stalking--it covered scent and sound while blurring vision. Our feline hunts have been quite successful since this monsoon began and I was as pleased as any lost soul could ever be. Now was a chance for me to feel whole again--to tear down this dog that thought himself worthy of sleep when he had only just joined. No, there would be no sleep for either of us. A Folami needs endurance, and I was tired of this pack growing weak because we are so desperate we accept anything with Folami blood and a taste for feline. I wanted it to be strong when Bidziil came back as our alpha. Because he would. He had to. He was programmed to lead us.

Shaking away the distractions, I broke into a heavy sprint to approach this beast as it looked to border sleep. I scowled down at it with disgust, not even trying to keep from splashing mud onto its face as I halted a mere few inches away. I sighed loudly in frustration to attempt at gathering its attention. "New dog, rise up to attention at the second in command's approach." I used to be a good little soldier boy, carrying out my orders and treating this life as nothing but a dry checklist of duties. I had to return to this mindset--except, for now anyway, I had to be the one to dish out the orders. I had also always been that filthy blade behind the curtain that sliced the throats and showed the blood upon Bidziil to create fearful respect for the man. Where had my soul gone? Ah yes, I should rephrase that question. The true question is why was my soul suddenly here and causing trouble? I needed to find that damn chest I had it locked up prisoner in for all these years. Stupid Rickalaru stealing my keys.

I swiped a paw swiftly sideways, cupping it to splash a heavy layer of mud onto the face of this dog. "Rise, fucker." Ah, I was in a foul mood, wasn't I? I usually spoke more respectably than that. Oh well, this dog was only a newcomer, an omega until he proved he could handle anything better. I could do whatever I damn well pleased to him.

[elledontyoudare]

I was just about to doze off when cold wet mud hit my face. it startled me, the fur on the back of my neck stood straight up. Opening my eyes in response looking up at a very angry leader, I took a deep breath. his voice boomed with anger. I quickly drove myself back up to my feet, eyes large head down and tail resting between my knees, hoping the more submissive stance would help. "I'm terribly sorry sir." i wasn't exactly sure what I did wrong, but I apologized anyways, looking him straight in the face.

[nEwOL握敵]

Ooc;// for maximum effect, read while listening to Crystalised by The XX, but not for the words, instead for the sound.


I sat in a spot I'd taken up sense I'd come to the pack. It was rather suiting to me actually. Belly full and alert, I watched all that happened around me. All where not safe from my gaze here in the shadow of my tree with its low hanging branches, save the crude dens and the Alpha's den. It was a healthy spot for me, at the moment at least. Around others who might frown upon the version of myself I was in my private moments, I had a different way of existing. And this spot was perfect for that, as I blended in so nicely with my black fur, producing a nice effect of appearing to be a shadow taken shape.

I was new myself to this pack, but I wasn't out of place like this other male. No. I'd been created to exist along side other Folami, it was the nature of the experiment that resulted in my being. My gaze settled on Nimrod when he appeared. He appeared the same way all the time. Emotionless, ruthless in his check list like ways. But I know better, he had some level of personal thought that wasn't emotionless or part of any check list... And they had something to do with Dear Sister.

Of course my appearance wasn't much different. I was sitting on my rump, paws settled in front of me, sitting up right. My tail rested on my front paws, and my ears where straight up. My nose was aimed down slightly, an emotionless, intellectual, and highly observant look on my face. My eyes, and the white markings on my face are what sold the whole thing. They seemed to glow in the shadows of the tree, my devilish yellow eyes boring into the creature that stood in as my leader. I could easily give off the impression of seeing all things. But if this Nimrod knew Dear Sister, and now that he knew the nature of my creation, he would know that I was anything but emotionless and void of private thought. Perhaps we'd find a mutual field. I'd speak of him only if he spoke of me. Seemed fair. Perhaps he was wary of me for it, but I was playing my cards right, and obeying all the rules. At least when he was watching.

Last night, with that cute little fea who was lost on Vea Apxn's land... Hehe. That wasn't obeying the rules. But no one knew, so what was the harm? That satisfaction followed by a good hunt today, wonderful. I was content with Feline blood for the time being. This line of thought pleased me, but I didn't display it, no my display remained unchanged.

Then he had his sudden outburst of anger, even kicking mud up into the mutt's face. A rather violent and short tempered display. Interesting.

[I L Y I C H]

I had been out well on an outing. Hunting I suppose but with all the mud surrounding our now mud desert I hadn't caught a thing. It was annoying to a certain extent, but that annoyance drained out rather quickly in response to the sudden curiosity. Hello! Now what do we have here? Despite knowing it would probably upset dear Stoich I shifted forward trying to see through the rain and muck without getting to close. Didn't work. Casting a somewhat worried glance back I gave in to temptation and trotted forward, bowing appropriately as I came forward. "Hey boss... whats up?"

I looked down at the awoken intruder, brow folding down. Looking back to Nimrod quietly I offered them both a peaceable smile. "Hey man you here to join up?" I turned back to Nimrod to ask if that was all right with my expression. "I got caught up stupid like this too." but I had Stoich with me so it was five times worse... but still. I waved my ivory tail lightly asking forgiveness from an obviously upset Nimrod even as I went against him in an attempt to get back on this guy's good side. After all we didn't want to chase him off did we?

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I had been watching this little display in wild amusement. This new dog was much too confident in himself if he thought he was going to join and not have to do anything to prove himself, what with him being so absolutely pathetic and all. Nimrod had liked my ill-temper, he had just told me I had to work on when to show my teeth. I could live with that. At least, now I could. When he had first been hot-headed back I just grew more irritable. I had a nasty little bite out of my ear from the experience. Nimrod had backed off when I turned and nipped at Carlos in my frustration at being overpowered by the alpha. He had seen then that it was an instinct in me to take my aggressions out on that lowly parasite, and this had amused him. I think he had let us in easy for his curiosity over our relationship. Whatever he wanted. He wants a bloody Carlos, he’d get the man’s ear in a box for Christmas.

Then Carlos has to stick his nose where it didn’t belong--barging in on the scene and ruining my entertainment. I climbed to my paws grumpily and maneuvered towards the alpha and the two worthless shits that were taking up his time. I barely noticed the rather large brute I shoved past--Inarak, was it?--who seemed to be watching with the same interest I had held before Carlos had ruined it. I was silly to have let that moron go off to hunt on his own, obviously he would get himself into trouble. Approaching, I immedietly aimed to clamp my fangs into his tail and pull him backwards, out of the center of the alpha’s attention. But Nimrod was already fuming, so whether I got Carlos back or not, I was now going to be shunned for getting involved, too.

“You apologize, and yet you do not let your gaze fall to the dirt where it belongs.” He was raging now, his voice a quiet threat in itself. His lip lifted further and he turned towards me and Carlos. He seemed surprised when he saw I was also standing there, but dismissed me just as quickly. “As for you,” directed towards Carlos, “get the fuck out of here.” He met my eyes again, challenging. My fur bristled.

“Now wait one skoll-damned minute, Nimrod. I don’t very much appreciate you talking like that to Carlos.” He seemed surprised by my reaction, but the shock wore off quick and was replaced by anger once more. I continued, never having been very good at judging when is a good time to back down. I could do as I pleased to Carlos, but I didn’t need someone else leaving dents in him, whether it be mentally or physically. This was my toy, not a punching bag for the entire gym. “Your beef is with that little shit,” nodded towards the new dog, “leave this moron to me.” With that I tore away from Nimrod’s stare, which had turned grudging, and faced Carlos. Nimrod was not used to being spoken to like that--he better get used to it if he thought he could speak to Carlos like that. I stared at Carlos but held my tongue. My ears flicked backwards towards Nimrod and the new dog. Nimrod had dismissed me silently and was now turning back to Gabriel.

“Know what, if you can keep from getting killed, then you’re made for the pack. I am not the alpha. Bidziil can deal with you.” He dismissed himself then, walking away and out of the camp. That was, odd. He seemed to be giving up his throne for now. Perhaps he wasn’t as cut out for alpha position as he thought. Very well, if Bidziil didn’t get his ass back here, I would be glad to step up and rule this hell-hole.

“Carlos, you fucking moron, you could have gotten both you and that dumb shit” pointing towards Gabriel, “ripped to shreds.” I looked to Grabriel, the heat cooling, but only slightly. “You didn’t help, either.”

I was surronded by idiots.

[elledontyoudare]

I did not completely submit, but I held my tongue, even though I wasn't sure what this guy's deal was. On the bright side though, it seemed to resolve itself quickly after a few of the other members joined up. I would of stepped in, but I felt it not be my place, I mean I didn't even know what I did, I apologize, but I didn't not know what for.

So when the ill mood seemed to loosen up a bit I raised my position up a bit. My tail still hanging low. I wanted to speak, maybe throw in a thank you, But that reoccurring issue kept slapping me in the back of my mind. I didn't know what for.

This being known I told them thank you anyways, and debated whether I should say more.

I half smiled at them before deciding to keep my mouth shut until spoken to.