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PostSubject: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 1st 2015, 16:26

Silence.

It maintained its solid course and smooth flow through the thin air, conducting itself gradually as the time passed to go on for what would be like eternity. If only that was true. The calm, delicate nature of the atmosphere would never be in its current state forever, there was always something in the mist of serenity that caused utter destruction to its life eventually. Time was constantly in motion, diverse in every second of the days that made up years. They were either several small, unnoticed alterations that appeared in the future all together or colossal moments that would effect that period in history permanently. One of these had happened, oh not so long ago. The era of the dangerous male Teren was at its turning point, the brute having made a fatal mistake in directing the battle between the two litters Erenyx only had the spring before.

The pups being descendants of Chiara and Cliché with their mates, some of the individuals who had witnessed the Alphas cruelty despised the male currently. She could tell by their expressions during that evening. The amount they despised him, Braelyn did not know; and if she was to be honest with herself, she didn't really care. Treason and defiance seemed to be common in the pack domain, probably numerous occasions of horrific acts having been taken place in the soil she conveyed between her pads as she traveled. Braelyn felt it shouldn't be something to dwell on. Chiara's actions had caused her to be demoted, the once proud beta now a mere warrior. A subordinate for the pack. Any enemies the dark fae might have would surely exploit the circumstance. Along with demotion, some were promoted as well, one of the wolves granted this being Braelyn herself.

No longer was she a Leader for the hunters, but now a Delta for the pack having taken over Ariste' position. It was a surprise, to say the least but regardless what rank she was bestowed, the fae knew deep down she was always going to be a hunter and warrior at heart. It was her center, along with other factors of the faes past that made Braelyn who she was. Death releasing the shadows to pillage the trial of anguish and tribulation that hitched itself to the wolves of the land like a disease, the territory that had once flourished with life was now at a still. Everything appeared to be at a misfortune, even as the separated duration attempted to mend interior injuries. The emotion was something Braelyn couldn't stand. There was too many whimpers and sorrowful souls in the area that it irked the fae to the point of desperation for an escape. It was needed. The Delta was starting to feel trapped inside the land, which if happened wouldn't result well for anyone nearby.

It wasn't strange or foreign to the fae to leave the territory once in a while, finding space and peace within the rogue lands she use to be apart of. Seems like those days are deep in the past... Braelyn's history as a rogue wasn't exciting or thrilling at times, as pack territories were literally scattered everywhere but the fae did sort of miss the feeling she felt then. The total and complete freedom. Driving herself forward, strong legs propelling the Delta's muscular, hunter-like figure in motion, the fae would step with the lightest touch. Paws scraping softly against the embedded rocks of the terrain, Braelyn would travel farther in her venture. A glance of the raven-colored space in the sky, the dancing light of white spots among the almost dissolved clouds, supervised by the bright, large circular shape of the moon was enough to enchant the Delta away from her chamber.

Leisurely, the fae would climb the mountain known as "Isle De Muerto", advancing towards an outer edge so Braelyn could look upon the surrounding nature. Settling once there, the fae would place herself a few feet away from the actual cliff, lowering her rear to rest in a seated position casually. Finally... Vibrant green orbs would cast its gaze over the area, watching the mountains endlessly travel in the distance along with the starry night that was placed above them. The night was no more youthful, yet it was as though the sun was still out as the nighttime light sparkled and uncovered the life it stowed away amid the day. "If others saw your dark beauty, then maybe they could finally see life's stars..."

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 2nd 2015, 20:50

The sky was dark, the only light that was cast down onto the forests and mountains of the land was that of the stars and moon. The biting cold was replaced by spring a month or so ago, and now the days were getting hotter along with the nights. Most of the ice had melted, except in the areas where it stayed year round, and bushes, trees, ferns, flowers, and grass all prospered in the new season. New families had been created for both predator and prey, allowing the circle of life to continue. If he had to bet, Helidos had many new young, but he doubted that the same was for Erenyx. The pack just did not seem that all 'family friendly', even though there had been a few apprentices when he had called it home. He guessed they had to have more than Agavos, as they had none. It was expected though, the newly formed pack had formed by a bunch of wolves getting together just before the season of winter began, so it was no shocker. The pack was also pretty unknown to the others as of now, perhaps a few had found out. But not all. It was only a matter of time before others began to stumble upon them, or others escape the elder packs and join them. But he had to admit, the new group of wolves was growing quickly, and it was shocking to see how things played out so well in the early stages. That all, however, could fall quickly.

Where his duties as a warrior held him down during the day, the cover of night was his freedom. He could go where he pleased as his duties had been finished. He would need to be back before the end of sunrise though, to complete his morning rounds and such. He was the first Warrior of the pack, and for a while, was the only one. But now of course his job didn't take him as long, but he also missed being the only one. Was he disheartened about more joining? No, as a matter of fact he was happy to see that vagabonds took interest. It made protecting the borders much easier, but being the slightly antisocial brute he was, it also caused a lot of communication. Often enough he'd find himself stuck in situations that he wished not to be in, or other wolves would find him and such. Ranks also held a part, and although he liked respect and understood their necessity in a pack, it was sometimes a little over the top with those arrogant wolves. But no one could after all keep him out of the neutral lands. They were for everyone and packs and ranks did not matter as much as they do at the borders. Sure of course hostility still rang throughout it, and fights did break out, but no wolf was banned from anywhere. And he supposed that was part of the reason as to why he liked it so much. They were like a safe haven to him, and that he was thankful for.

So now, under the cover of night, he wandered about. Eventually coming to the dangerous peaks of Isle De Muerto. The area was hazardous and should be explored with another. But he could handle himself, and tonight was a lovely night. He doubted that anything bad would happen. There were barely any clouds in the sky, if not none, and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky. Showing off their beauty for all those whom chose to stay awake during their reign with the moon. The late hours of the day were one of his favorites, for many reasons. He blended in well and there was a less likely chance that he would be disturbed, the eerie but calming silence, and of course, the view. Where as the land prospered and shined throughout the day in a beautiful way, the night was completely different. Their hues were darkened and all seemed to rest to prepare for their long show on the morrow. And many of the other animals came out as well. Owls hunted the skies for prey and the nocturnal rodents scrambled about looking for food. Larger animals came out as well, hunting for that meal that would fill them up for a day or two. There were many dangers in the dark, and that is why many wolves feared or slept through it. However their were also dangers during the day, but he guessed that you could also see better then too.

As he advanced up the mountain's slope he let his mind wander. 'What could be going on in the lands I once called home. Would father and mother be gone now? Or would they still be alive? What about their love? Are they still separated, or living happily together now? My brothers, have they had children? Am I an uncle? What about Iris? Is she alright? And that brute she had met, do they have a family now? He paused looking up to the sky, his amber orbs reflecting the light of the moon. "Am I falling behind?" he whispered. He had never thought much about it, but it seemed now that he might as well be. Calling a new land home. Joining a pack only to betray it and join one that had now deemed future? What had he been doing in the time that he had come here. The Female Delta of Erenyx, Ariste, had put great trust in him. He had vowed to give his life to that pack, but what would she say now the nest time they met? She seemed like a good ally to have, and she seemed almost willing to get closer to him if they had tried. But he had left, and perhaps his chance of moving forward had been missed. He had broken his first promise in this land, but he supposed he was not the only one whom had. He doubted that anyone from that pack even remembered him. He had not made much of a mark before he left. He was a warrior, yes, but he had not done much.

But he guessed that didn't matter much anymore. He had not seen the vixen once since then, and he doubted he would anytime soon. It had been a long time since he had seen someone from Erenyx, and he wished he had. Even though his loyalties now lay with Agavos, he was still curious as to how things have been lately. There must be news now, with the new season and all, but he could be wrong, and everything could have remained the same. As he neared a top of a slope that branched off to a cliff he spotted a lone wolf, a she-wolf by the looks of it, staring up at the sky. He stood silently for a few minutes as he watched her. Her brown colored frame was sat down a few feet away from the edge, and she was facing away from him. So the looks of her face were unknown. But the scent she carried, told him of one thing that was beneficial. She was from Erenyx. He let out a quiet sigh, if all went well he could find the answers to the questions he wished to know. Or she could take it the wrong way and get all protective of her homelands. If that happened he would provoke her no further, he did not want to ruin this beautiful night.

His ears perked as she said a wondrous thing. It was true, not many saw the darkness enough to know the light. And that is what took away many things from it. Without pain, none would know happiness. And until they learned of what that meant, almost all of their happiness could be false. He walked forward then, his paws leaving his tracks on the graveled dirt. His voice was soft as he spoke, as if he did not want to disturb the silence much. But he also did not want to frighten the fae. "What you say is true, milady. Without knowing of the harsh cruelties of the world, one will never know of true beauty and happiness. Though not all choose to believe that." He looked out into the skyline for a moment before turning his gaze to her face, taking into memory what he had not seen before. "Please trust that I mean you no harm, but you looked so peaceful out here that I had to join you. If wishing to be alone is what you seek, I can leave to your request miss, but allow me to introduce myself before you do I am Warrior Desoto of Agavos. You may or may not have heard of us yet, but we are new so I won't be offended if you have not. I once belonged to the pack you called home. So tell me, dear, what might your name be?"

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 2nd 2015, 23:17

(ooc- Thanks for joining me love <3 and Yeah xD But long posts are the best)

With so much color embedded inside of them, the pigment of green was not as lively as it seemed. The faes orbs were hollow, an empty, emotionless void that only reflected what was brought in their line of sight. Very rarely was the female happy, the feeling of true happiness or anything of the sort that was similar only appearing in her eyes when someone was dying. Yet, even with a vacant space the Delta's eyes held so many secrets and words untold, things Braelyn would never speak about and would die without ever revealing them. Gaze still on the lights in the night's sky, the eyes she held only reflected the dark beauty back to itself. With the clouds out of sight, and the fearful time of day hiding away most of the daytime lives, the nocturnal souls were finally coming out to play.

Apparent fireflies were in the distance, and with them the deadly owls making themselves know in the mountains around.  Lives were being presented all the time it seemed, as with the coming and arrival of spring animals both carnivorous and herbivorous were giving birth to continue the world's function. Things would die while others survived, only to mate and give birth as the cycle started all over again. This season was by far her second least favorite, but Braelyn knew it was vital to the earth's existence and even her own. In the coming days the fae would grow to be older, a year at that and it had been an interesting one. Erenyx was what she called home, and in her short presence there she had already obtained the rank of Lead Hunter to Delta.

I'm getting old...

Brought out if her thoughts to the sound of steps behind her, Braelyn would keep her gaze rested forward, her auds the only thing on her figure moving to capture the sounds and voice of who was behind her. The strangers audio was soft, a pleasant tone to her ears as it mixed with the silence almost perfectly. A louder one would have disrupted her peace and its peace almost instantly. While she hadn't even seen the brute, the fae knew she could already tolerate him. His announcement and reply to her words that she spoke when thinking alone meant that he thought possibly the same as Braelyn. Not many understood the way the Delta's mind worked, the only wolf she knew who might being the Helidos alpha himself as when the two of them conversed, it lead to an interesting topic on death. Something others might have found unpleasant.

Auds still perked above her head, she would listen as the male came near and with his presence came a small amount of uncertainty. She would be ready if he attacked, even with his words being sincere and friendly, in her lifetime the only thing she had learned to be a value was that no one could be trusted. “Milady? Well, aren't you a gentlemen..” Finally, after the brute called Desoto would stop near her would Braelyn release her gaze on the sky to turn it towards him. "You may stay if you wish and as for my name, I am Delta Braelyn in Erenyx however out here - I'm simply Braelyn."

Voice carrying its soft, smooth tone as it always had, the fae would take her opportunity to glance quickly over the brute. He was of a darker color, and like the night sky without the stars he was a deep black shade with eyes that glowed a gold. "You say you’re from Agavos? Indeed, I have heard of it but only rumors. Most of Erenyx as you know left, but why did you?" Braelyn would question casually, reading his expression for a few seconds before turning her gaze back onto the outer world though it didn't mean the fae's attention wasn't still on the brute beside her.

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 01:36

(OOC: Very True. And no problem, I've been wanting to do a thread with Desoto and Brae <3 )


He had directed his eyes away from the female after he finished speaking. His gaze now lay on the stars above them as he listened. They twinkled and shone, so proud to stand out for such a brief period of time. But they would shine again, and again for many years. They were older and younger than he was yet they would still outlive him, outshine him. More eyes would look to the stars than would ever look towards him. And he was okay with that. He did not need much attention, but to be noted as a being was a need. He needed someone to express his thoughts to, his feelings. He kept so much inside that it was hard to let it out. No one knew of his past here. His personality was limited knowledge as well. He'd let it show, of course he had, but not to its full extent. The longest conversation that he had was with Fel and Noble, mainly Fel, and that was an amusing argument. Although the female might not be his favorite wolf to be around, he did respect her. She was smart and knew what to do and how to do it. And the truth was, if he were to ask anyone for advice about mostly anything, it would probably be her. The rest of the pack wolves he didn't know much, but he felt like he could trust the caretaker turned omega. He was not sure what had quite happened, but he did not hold it against the brute. Perhaps he would ask another time.

For now though his attention remained on the Erenyx she-wolf beside him. Her voice was soft and smooth as well, and he felt calm around her. Why he wasn't sure, but for some reason she gave him a vibe of similarity and trustworthiness. Something that he had not felt in a long time, maybe even ever. He had not even heard her name yet and he was already trusting her, how confusing. His words seemed to steer her a little of course of his personality though. A gentleman...? Desoto wanted to laugh at that. He wasn't sure what had drove him to be so polite to the she-wolf, but he had been. Most of the time he was either quiet, or an ass. Sure he had his moments but they were more out of action rather than speech. So instead of letting out a booming laugh into the silence, he let out a soft chuckle. He shoulders shook as he lowered his chin a few inches above his chest as he closed his eyes and shook his head a little. But he let her continue. It was not after all his turn to speak. It was her own and he didn't mind her vocals in the least.

Braelyn... so that was her name. But not only that but she was the new Delta Female of Erenyx he supposed. His eyes had widened slightly at that. He had not been expecting to be sitting here with a high ranking member from his old pack. But he guessed he hadn't expected to be sitting here at all but here he was. Desoto wondered what happened with the old one; wether she was moved up or down. He guessed up, though he could be wrong. He supposed he would have to ask about that as they got further along with the conversation. But for now that didn't matter, what mattered was the topic at hand. And so he abandoned the thought of the black pelted fae for the night, he was not that fond of her, but she was the only one whom he had really held a conversation with. But she was irrelevant and unneeded in his mind tonight. So he banished her to the back of his mind, focusing completely on the female beside him.

As she finished speaking he decided to reply to her first words before attending to the other questions. He glanced up at her though his head stayed faced ahead. His gold orbs locking in on her own green ones for a moment before he lowered them. She wasn't looking at him but he did not wish to test her, for he was enjoying himself currently. And if he ruined that, then this calming feeling would be gone for a long time. But she looked so disheartened in that gaze. Like something had happened that had taken away some part of her. And a part of him wanted to know what. But he could not just bring it up like they were old pals. They had just met. It would not be wise to get into the deep stuff quite yet. However, she may be willing to tell him at some point tonight. He hoped so, for the saddening look was not one that fit her quite well. And on a beautiful night like this, feeling down should be the least of her worries.

His voice was serious as he said, "I am hardly a gentleman, dear Braelyn. You just happen to get to speak to me when I feel like being polite. I don't usually talk much either, but when I do I can assure you that it is not usually as polite as I am being with you." He gave her a pointed look before letting a small smile pull his lips back a tad, before he looked down. He thought then, why did he leave Erenyx? He wasn't quite sure but he knew that there was a reason behind it. "Well, Delta, why stay? I cannot truly remember why I had left but I suppose that it wasn't what I was looking for. When I left home a war had just been won and finished, I found no joy there. The only fae whom I  had cared for, my sister, had left a year or two prior and I have not seen her since. Though I did find that she had found a happy ending after all. But I guess for me I just did not belong anywhere. I thought that Erenyx might have been it, but during my time there I just did not fit right. Maybe if I had stayed longer I might have, but I didn't. Helping a pack grow was something that interested me so I went for it. Do I regret leaving? I am not sure. Will I go back? Probably not. I'd probably be killed on the border if someone I had known before I left found me. Agavos has been... an adventure thus far. And I like it there a bit. Although the entire pack is made up of completely different personalities..." He paused blinking as he narrowed his eyes in thought. This was not something that he had pondered over much until he had been walking up the mountains. But now that he was, it seemed like he had a lot to say. "But enough about me, Braelyn. You seem... troubled. Is the new ranking not to your liking, or has something dreadful happened in those lands I once called home? You do not have to tell me if you do not wish do, but I will not tell if you would like for it to stay between us. You have my word on that." His head was fully turned towards her then, his expression genuine and truthful. She did not answer if she wished not to. He made sure that his calm tone of voice told her that. But he could not deny his curiosity as to what had been going on in Erenyx. He just hoped that it was not something absolutely dreadful.

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 03:41

(ooc- Me too ^^ Also, I just realized typing this up how dark Brae actually is o.o My own character scares me )

Banner motioning with a mind of its own, the lengthy stretch of fur would run itself along the ground, back in forth in swift flick motions, capturing the dirt between each strand as it moved. While the stars and sky gleamed with light, the life they held behind them was magnificent. How they would travel far and wide, never really being in the same place but still would shine bright for the dark day. The stars she would see tonight would be here forever, even after the fae would pass, however that may be, the light of the stars would outlive them all. Gaze still placed upon them, Braelyn could feel the attraction the night gave off. It was mysterious, the dark shadows that made up the night full of mystery and secrets that were waiting to be unlocked by someone lucky while at the same time it showed grace.

The peace at this time of day was calming, a haven even for those who just wished to escape reality. It was like a dream. To see the souls that roamed about while watching the sky for arrays of colors that seemed to draw wolves closer and closer. Auds lifted, Braelyn would heave her chest up as she inhaled sharply, releasing the air she had built up in her lungs almost immediately in the form of a sigh. The delta could feel his look, his golden gaze set upon her figure and while she wasn't even looking at him, it was just that feeling alone to know he was potentially judging her that gave an uneasy feeling in the depth of her stomach. It was one reason why the fae kept to herself most of the time. Braelyn accepted the fact she was a bit anti-social, the serenity she felt when alone and in complete silence was not foreign to her as she often seeked it out but surrounded by others, the idea that everyone was judging was always in her mind.

The delta wasn't insecure, she judged the ones she was nearby too but it was like that's all wolves did when first meeting. Both parts would judge, to see if that other wolf would be beneficial to have around or even be near based on appearance and personality. What's he thinking? The question urged itself into her mind, Braelyn was always curious as to how others saw her. The amount of contact she had with wolves was slim and with first impressions never being her most flattering, she wouldn't be able to guess it. A soft chuckle broke out into the atmosphere and it was enough for Braelyn to lift her lips in a smirk, the conversation being small but pleasant she found herself enjoying the night. She had already been doing so, but now it seemed the brute added an extra spark to what the night would hold.

Either they could sit and converse whilst listening to the silence or if at some point things turned ugly, they could fight and in the end one might get the joyous opportunity to bring the others body to their pack and claim whatever before the alpha. Braelyn wished the second option wouldn't come to be though, tonight was at its best and she didn't want to disrupt the peace. Turning her head from the sky, the delta would listen to what Desoto spoke, attentive to remember any key factors that might grow of some value later on in conversation or in life, really until the warrior was finished. "I guess I must be special..." The fae would comment, hints of sarcasm laced within her words so he would know she was joking before continuing in reply to the brutes first statement.

"I happen to be the same almost. Speech was never as important to me as it is with others so I mostly don't speak at all." Giving a small smile of her own as it placed itself onto her lips a bit, she would continue to give half her attention onto Desoto, making sure to keep the other half towards the surrounding area. The chance of someone else coming to interrupt and join the conversation was there and Braelyn slightly wished none would come and would stay asleep. The delta would glance down herself as the warrior would ask his own question, directing it towards her life and emotions. It was enough to shred any bit of the smile she held before away and with that her gaze would turn with interest as she thought back to Erenyx' event. "We are all troubled, Desoto and I am merely like everyone else trying to forgot the past. The rank I was bestowed is fine, though I must admit the time when I got it wasn't pleasant to others within Erenyx."

Braelyn would pause in her words, the time of that day replaying in her mind. It was still a tragic thing for Chiara and the rest of the parents to the lost pups that died but the delta could still remember the emotion she felt to watch them die as it reminded her of her own past with her brothers. "Teren had ordered the apprentices of the pack to kill one another. None survived but two, however it seems a fae by the name of Piper only remains now. Things are silent now, nothing really has happened since then. The time was saddening and heart breaking most likely for the parents and other wolves who sat nearby. I didn't really mind though." Lifting her green eyes to meet Desoto's she would smile fairly small once again until continuing, knowing fully well it probably wasn't something he would like to hear.

If he could still speak to her afterwards without complete disgust then maybe an ally was potential in him, Braelyn had very few allies and no true friends. "I found it thrilling to be honest, watching most of the pups die. It reminded me of my past with my brothers, Deacon and Rukelt and in a way, I replaced the innocent pups with them. You ask what troubles me and that's exactly it, my past. Though while it is the past and nothing can be changed I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason yet even so, there is nothing I wouldn't do to watch my brothers die again." The delta would lower her gaze, it's life of interest turning hollow and empty once more before she glanced back towards the mountains.

"Not what you expected, huh?" While it was in the form of a question, it was actually a statement and keeping her mouth shut the fae would listen and wait for whatever to happen. After a few minutes though, whether the brute had left or stayed she would calmly and a bit silently speak once more. "You spoke of a war and sister. What made you so unhappy you left your family and pack?"

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 05:21

(OOC: lol.. I have no clue why but my muse song for this thread is Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes)

The hours of night kept going and going, the moon rising higher into the sky. Not much time had passed between now and when the two souls met, but already their conversation was spiking a turn. Where it was once light weight it was taking a more personal path. Going down deeper into their lives than it probably should. But the brute did not mind it at all. He was not sure if she was  getting uncomfortable or not, but all she would have to do was let him know and they would change the topic. The moment seemed as if they were trapped in their own world, even though anyone could still walk in on them. He wished that no one would however. He enjoyed this female's company when it was just the two of them. They came from different worlds, yet he felt that here, in the cover of night and in the hidden trails of the mountains, they were one and the same. The brute had doubted that this would ever happen but it did. Was he developing feelings? Perhaps, though he doubted that it was love. A companionship possibly, but that would probably be about it. For the night at least, he couldn't say so with the future that has yet to unfold. The thoughts that he had been having lately were all seeming to disappear as he figured them out here. Slowly but steadily, he was starting to ease.

They both were not the most social of wolves, but they got along well enough without much communication. They didn't mind much about what others thought of them it seemed, but there were a select few that they did want to know. Like Braelyn. What did she think of Desoto? Was he being a pest and did she want to swat him away? Or was she really enjoying his company as much as she seemed to be. He hoped for the latter. A fae had not intrigued him as much as she had, and he knew that at that moment that he had barely scraped the surface of who she was. But he was determined to find out more about her, and he got a feeling that his desire to know more would be carried out and granted throughout the night. He wondered what kind of wolf she was. Her personality, her past, her present. All of it. He wanted to know. He knew that it might take longer than one night, but he was prepared to meet again if they did not finish in time to beat the burning sun. However he also was not going to rush it.

As she began to speak after his latest question he focused his eyes on her face. His head turned towards him as well as she spoke. She was not looking at him, her head was down and looking at the ground. It almost seemed as if she was nervous or scared, but maybe she was. He kept his eyes on her nonetheless and remained straight faced as she told of her life and what troubled her so. And what she told him then was not what he had expected at all. 'Teren had the young Apprentices fight to the death..? I'm not so sure how I feel about that..' His eyes narrowed slightly as he heard that as well as releasing a small huff of breath in response. He could not say that what the Alpha had done was completely reasonable, but he did see why he had done it. Closing his eyes for a moment he opened them to be met with the gaze of Braelyn. Her green orbs were locked with his own an unknown emotion on his face. He remained straight faced even though locking eyes with her made him more interested in what she was going to say next. Which again was not what he had expected. She found it thrilling... It reminded her of her brothers apparently... And she would do anything to get to see them die again.. He sat there in silence, his face giving nothing away as she lowered her gaze back down and spoke again. No it was not what he would have expected, but he did not blame her for what she felt.

"Braelyn..." His voice was calm as he spoke again as his eyes followed the movement of her head. "No, it was not what I was expecting. Neither of them. But I see Teren's logic in sending the young ones into a fight, but I don't believe that the death part was entirely necessary. As for how you felt about it, well, there is nothing I can do about that. It's how you feel and that is it. I don't necessarily have a problem with it, though I do think that the fight might have been exciting to watch it would also be disappointing. However if my own blood were in that fight, I would not be all too happy either. You get that don't you? You see, dear, everyone is different. It is just the way things are. We are both anti social wolves who see things differently. There seems to be nothing wrong with you. Although it can be a little unsettling.. but nothing wrong."

He shifted after than. Stretching out a foreleg before he flicked his tail from one side to another. What made him upset so that he had to leave? More about his sister and the war? 'Well, if she wants to know... I don't see why not.' He looked up to the sky for a moment before sighing and lowering his head. "My old pack, and a neighboring one were at war over the land. My parents, were from opposing packs, and had mated in the winter just before the war met it's climax in the following year. I was born with three brothers and one sister. To avoid anyone finding out, my mother took on a fake mate to pose as our father. But when we were born... my sister didn't look like the fake family so she had to go with my father. She never knew that we even existed. Growing up I never really liked anyone there. So instead of playing I would venture out, despite the dangers, just to see her. She never knew how much I was around protecting her though. But when we neared the age of one I was training most of the time but I never really had a purpose besides her. I did not understand why we war at war. The reason seemed like a shitty one to me to be honest. But then they switched Alphas-- the other pack I mean. He ordered that all females be used for breeding purposes and nothing else. My sister was in there. Her fate bound and future demolished. That is what gave me the will to finally take a stand. To stop it and get her out of there. Long story short I succeeded with my father in getting her out before she could be used." He paused then, taking a moment to think over what he would say next. He wasn't sure if she was listening or if she even cared, but she asked so he answered. "We eventually won the war, and I was once again unmotivated. I was sent out to do tasks that I would complete and come back home all the time and that was it. I was not happy there, I never was. I did not fit in so I left. Nothing more nothing less. I disappeared and never looked back once. And I never think of going back." He looked back to her then a curious glint in his eyes. "So that is me, Dear Braelyn. So what about you? There must be an interesting backstory as to why you'd love to see your brothers die again, hmm?

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 13:54

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"Braelyn"

With the sound of her name escaping the mouth of the warrior beside her calmly, the fae would close her eyes, auds resting casually above her head now as she waited for the words that would come from Desoto next. Most likely intended to hurt her. However, the brutes next phrases was not what Braelyn was expecting. Lids slowly peeling back to reveal the green vibrant hues beneath them, the delta wouldn't look away from the mountain view as the male continued. Why was he not relying with rude words to try and hurt her? She wouldn't be saddened if he had, but it confused her a little as to why he wasn't. Perhaps he was just trying to be polite. The option was there, so maybe late on he would go off and speak rudely behind the delta's back.

It was weird though and the chance that he really didn't mind her sinister emotion left an unusual feeling in her stomach. What was it? Braelyn didn't even have the words, nothing like this ever really happened. It wasn't fear but perhaps a wave of trust that she felt. Trust? It was never something Braelyn had grown to know. From her childhood and life as a rogue alone, the one thing she learned early on was that no one could be trusted. Enemies could be made with just a word, bestfriend's and even mates able to snap and take a turn on you in an instant. You never truly know someone, only what they tell you. This male is no different... Yet, that small part of her let Braelyn relax and very rarely was the delta truly relaxed. It meant vulnerability so the only time this happened was when she was sleeping.

"There are many things wrong with me" the fae would mutter underneath her breath, the sound barely inaudible as it left her lips. Paying her attention to Desoto as he gave his story, while her eyes weren't towards him but to the view before them still, she was considerate enough to care about how telling it made him feel. She would listen for the sound of his voice getting higher or lower, determining which part of the tale hurt him most. The warrior seemed to have been very close to his sister, and while she herself didn't have much experience with family bonds the fact that he would care for his sister like one should made Braelyn feel a bit more at ease. Most brutes now where exactly like how her brothers would have turned out to be, sexist and selfish.

Hearing his question, the delta was a taken aback a bit that he wanted to hear about her story with her siblings. Face emotionless like it almost always was, she would take in a breath before answering. If he wished to know more then fine, but if the warrior felt more unsettled by it, it would have been his own fault. "I was always different. Different in color and different by gender. My brothers, they never really seemed to notice me and being it was just us three I had no one else during that time. My mother, she seemed to favor the boys too: meaning I was the one getting scrapes and forgotten. She never really did anything to how my brother's treated me. They would pick on me and tease me. It was because of them why I felt so depressed and alone all those months."

Turning her gaze towards Desoto, she would look only at him so he could really see the memory the fae bared over her face. "And its because of them why I have this scar over my right eye. All I wanted to do was hang out with them, but instead they attacked me. It's those bastards fault why I almost went blind." The delta would turn away from the brute once more, finishing off with a sentence she often thought. "They deserved to die for making my life a living hell and if I ever got the chance, I would thank that dark leader and his gang for giving me any bit of happiness I had left after that day." Letting the silence fill the atmosphere, after a few minutes of it the fae would turn her head to face Desoto once more.

"Your sister was very lucky to have you to care for her. Back then, I would have done anything to feel wanted and loved by my own family." There wasn't much left for her to say as having gotten deep into the topic already, mentioning something like Agavos or Erenyx would just seem like petty small talk.  It was unlikely Braelyn spoke about herself, though she supposed it was because no one had really asked. To keep herself hidden, the delta would mostly lie but even now, after sharing what she did Braelyn felt there was no need to deceive this male. He was of similarity to herself, and that was one thing the delta would never do.. lie to herself. A companionship seemed to be forming between them, with the tales of personal topics being told it seemed like the two really understood one another. "What's next for you now? I mean, How do you plan to live out your days in Agavos, with it being new I'm sure there's a rank you're hoping to achieve? Perhaps a fae you fancy?"

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 16:49

She seemed to have listened to his story of his past. Though she never looked at him during it, which wasn't a big deal. He probably wouldn't either unless she turned her head towards him, then of course he would. He was not sure why he was being so nice to Braelyn, but now that they had started talking towards each other, he felt as if he could never be extremely rude to her. Not in moments like this anyways. They were learning the most important parts of the other and making a comment like that would ruin in completely. Or even a comment later might shut down any possible connection they might create. And for some unknown reason, Desoto did not want to ruin this, ever. For once since he left home he had found someone that he could fully believe he could trust. He shared his past, his name, and his thoughts all in one night. And it was not even halfway over yet. The two wolves had covered much ground in the time the were spending together that is was almost overwhelming. But in a good, refreshing way he supposed.

Soon after he had asked about her own past did she start speaking. Talking of how she was different in anyway possible. 'Well of course you are different Braelyn... not everyone is the same.' He kept the thought in though as he listened to her. His ears perked to show he was listening as she kept speaking. Her own brothers had bullied her? Well no wonder why she wished them dead. And her mother did nothing even though she saw it? Wow, talk about bad parenting. Since he did not want to disrupt her he just shook his head before looking over at her again. She had felt depressed and alone during her upbringing, where he had felt unhappy and alone. At least they shared one thing in common about that. But as she turned her head fully towards him, he took notice of the scar over her right eye. It looked like a painful injury and Desoto just narrowed his eyes at it. And like the depression, it was caused by her brothers. Well no surprise there I suppose. What else was I expecting. He wanted to trace the scar, for some odd reason. Not intimately of course, but to let her know that it was okay? He wasn't quite sure, but he was not going to act upon it. She turned away then, again. Before she said another line. She did not kill them herself, but someone else did it, at least she was given peace though.

As she looked back to him again, speaking of his relationship with his sister compared to her own he just cocked his head slightly to the side. She seemed saddened but truthful at the thought so he just smiled at her for a moment. "I left out the part that she didn't know I was her brother didn't I? But I suppose yes, it could be envied in your case. He dipped his head down then nudging her shoulder with his muzzle playfully before continuing, "However guess what, Braelyn? If someone is giving you a hard time and you can't shake 'em off, you know where to find me." He added a small reassuring wink too as he pulled his head back. He was being completely serious. It would be nice to put someone in their place without being looked down upon it by his superiors. And after what she had to go through, she didn't deserved to be harassed any longer.

His eyebrows furrowed as she asked her next questions. A desired rank? A fae he fancied..? He supposed they were genuine questions that you would ask someone. So he just shrugged before looking back at her normally. "I don't know. Maybe a Delta and if so higher? I think that it would be nice helping Desmond lead Agavos, but I don't need a super high rank like Beta if you get that. As for an attraction to a she-wolf. I think that it would be a no for now. Sure Agavos has eligible brides, but I don't find them to be quite suiting. But who knows what could happen over the months until winter. My thoughts could change as much as yours could. Speaking of which--" He smirked slightly, tilting his head a bit to the side. If she asked him, he would ask in return. "Are there any males that suit your tastes? And are you aiming to go higher in the ranks of your pack, or will you settle with Delta?

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 3rd 2015, 22:31

Orbs taking notice of the sky and mountain range before them, the sight of bright colored stars in the night was starting to dim away from their full potential, the tips of the mountains slowly slipping behind the produce of mist and fog in the distance. The night wasn't over, it was still between the period of light and total darkness yet the mysteries of this time were already  getting ready to conceal themselves away from day breaks rays. It was spectacular. There was nothing better than watching the stars and if Braelyn stayed long enough she would be able to see the second most beautiful thing. Sunrise. The vibrant hues of yellow and orange mixing together in the atmosphere showing the location of the sun as it made its way around to meet her figure on the cliff. While it would be a while until then, the delta could already see in her mind how the sun rise would be.

"Even if she didn't know you were her brother, your sister was still lucky to have someone there for her.." The fae would comment, keeping it short but meaningful. Braelyn didn't envy Desoto's sibling for what she had. It took a while after her past to accept what had happened and the delta fully understood now that without her brother's ways she wouldn't be able to withstand the things she has. In a way, the fae's own siblings made her stronger both physically and mentally, even if it was through harsh ways. From the corner of her green orb, the delta could see the warrior move his head and in that moment Braelyn did the same. Tucking her neck down as she watched him, the delta's lips would peel back slightly. No sound was made, but her jaws were ready to strike if he was attempting to attack.

However just as soon as she would bare her fangs, whatever emotion that was felt instantly disappeared as Desoto nudged her shoulder rather playfully. Left with a blank stare, Braelyn would gaze at the ground, unsure how to feel about the situation. "Sorry.." the fae would mutter, honestly sincere for how she reacted when the warrior has been nothing but polite. The brutes next comment would earn a smile from the delta, rather amused at his words. "I would put them in their place before I would need your help but thank you, really. The same goes for you as well if you are ever in need of assistance." Braelyn would proclaim, lips still lifted in a small smile as the brute would wink. It was a nice feeling, speaking to this male.

The warrior was certainly an interesting character to unfold and Braelyn could guess the same was for him vise-versa. She wanted to know more about him, who he really was besides this polite gentleman the fae was conversing with.  It was simple curiosity, but as the night went on the delta could see herself making a potential friend out of the brute. Desmond.. Braelyn would repeat, noticing how the warrior gave away his alphas name. So this Desmond was the rogue leader of Agavos, the one who had convinced even Erenyx' own member's to leave and join him. One of those wolves being Fel herself. All Braelyn heard were rumors, as when the new neighbors first came to notice gossip had flown around the territory.

Brought out of her mind by the voice of Desoto, the delta would turn her gaze over towards him as he asked questions, similar to the ones she had inquired. "No. I really don't see much of the pack and the males I have seen don't get much of a second look from me. As for ranks, I have no ambition to aim higher for any position. Delta is fine, though I really don't see it as anything other than title. Just because you have a high rank doesn't mean wolves will respect you." Speaking what she thought in the topic, thinking back to the night and the warriors kind nature Braelyn felt it to be best to bring her thought up.

"While your words have been nothing but polite, I wish to tell you that if you are only being kind because you feel sorry for my past. Don't. I will not sit here while you pity me for the history I told you." Words soft, the delta was never the more serious. If this male was to be an ally or friend, Braelyn didn't want to earn it because of any pity he might have felt towards her. She would not accept such a thing.

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 6th 2015, 19:01

As the night progressed on he wondered about how long he would be here. How long would he stay until he left her, or vise versa? None of the either seemed to want to leave exactly. And the brute felt comfortable around her, more so than he ever had with anyone in these lands. What made her so special to him? What made him speak in the ways that he did to her? There was nothing that she had done to earn his respect or no situation earlier which would cause him to be calming. She was messing with his mind it seemed, and for all he knew, she could continue to do so for hours before their time ended. He knew as soon as the sun rose they would need to depart and separate. Each going back home to their packs. The two of them might not even see each other ever again after that. Would he be forgotten like a meal? Used and discarded and left to find another. Would the Delta forget about their time together, what they had shared with each other that they had not shared with anyone else? Speaking of which, why were they so open towards each other? They had just met that very night and here they were, sharing stories of their pasts like they didn't matter. He had learned so much about her in the brief period of time, and he wondered if he had given the same amount of information that could be worthy of himself.

He did not know what she might have thought about him, or what she is thinking now, but it was clear that she did not completely trust him. The way her lips had pulled back to reveal her teeth when he went down to nudge her shoulder was proof enough. She made no sound, but he was not sure if that was good or bad. Maybe it was a wrong move, but he had not meant to put her at unease or make her uncomfortable. A almost winced when she muttered an apology. Her gaze was blank and towards the ground, her tone quiet but sincere. He just let a tight smile come on his lips before if vocal cords sang. "Don't worry about it.. It was a wrong move on my part rather than yours." His voice was still relaxed but still held his own honesty as the words were spoken. Like much of the rest of his words they were mild and soft as if he still did not wish to disturb the silence. At her next words he let out a small chuckle. "My point exactly, I am smarter than I look. I do not doubt your skills, dear. And thanks, there are quite a few wolves in Agavos that I wouldn't mind being put into place, if you're up to that," he half joked.

As Desoto finished speaking about how he felt about his rankings and attractions, she herself answered. The brute was interest in finding about what she thought of others and her life now. Her past was not the best and for a female as young as her, she was doing pretty damn well in Erenyx. He was not sure how old exactly she was, but he did not seem as old as he was, not that he was. He was still in his prime, but she seemed younger, but he could be wrong. So the fact that she found not one male that she had seen in her home of breeding value, although not shocking, but odd. From what he knew young she-wolves would always check there eligible bachelors, much like how young males evaluated females. It was just how things were done, but usually there was at least one or two to consider.

However, he could not just judge because he himself had seen no one. Not that it mattered much to him anyhow. Commitment to another seemed like such a huge and intimate thing when it came down to love. He did not find it unreasonable to stay with one, no, he preferred it rather than hopping around like some brutes and females did. And he was more focused on working hard more than anything else, which he guessed which was the same for Braelyn. She was satisfied with her position and he knew that she would try to keep it. No doubt she earned it as well. The tough sinister wolves of Erenyx all worked hard to prove themselves worthy, and she had proved it enough to earn Delta. In response to her words he just nodded understandingly and slowly.

He slid to his paws then, a low groan escaping his jaws as his muscled announced their complaint. He looked forward, his golden eyes scanning over mountain tops and the forest below. It was quite a beautiful sight from all the way up here. The stars shown above them and the moonlight that hit the multiple colors of the terrain made all of the territories stand out in their own way. Each shining in their own way during their rest. Funny how they shinned both day and night. They never had personalities or voices, but the earth always outshine its creatures. Always made room for them, took the pain of having them trample all over them. He wondered if the earth did have a voice? What would it say, and what would it sound like? Would it be warm and welcoming, or harsh and banishing? These thoughts covered his mind now, but he knew he would never get answers. For the land had no voice, its voice was its reactions to the animals. And there was no words that could be translated into his head or picked up upon. The land never had a say in what those who dwelled upon it did. The wolves hunted the deer and the deer ate the land. But the land provided space for both of the animals no matter who was at fault more. Some parts of it were destroyed and others preserved, but again the earth had no say. Much like the omegas to a pack, the earth was important. But both were given no word and others often took them for granted.

Suddenly Braelyn's soft voice came to his ears again. Surprised he flicked his ears before his head turned, tilted slightly up so he could see her face. 'Only being polite out of pity? Only staying because I feel sorry for her past? What is she talking about...? He frowned, his eyes narrowing down at the maiden as he continued to look at her. 'Does she really thing that low of me? Had I shown her pity because of what she had told me? Does she doubt me as a being myself? He let out a sigh, his eyes closing as he dropped his head down. Desoto still had not said anything in response to her. He was thinking over her words. 'Do I pity her? Is that why I am so different with her?'  But the only answers he could come up with those two questions was, 'no'. He did not pity her. And if she thinks that he does, then the female is wrong. "Brae. Do you think that I would still be sitting here if I pitied you? Well, maybe I would, I don't know. But to answer your indirect question, No. I do not pity you, not it the slightest. Do I feel bead that you such asses for brothers that bullied you? Yes, no child should have to go through that, especially a young she-wolf. Brothers in my view are to protect their sisters, be protective over them so nobody else hurts them. And I wish that they, and your mother, did not treat you in the way you had been treated. However, you have grown to surpass them. You are the Delta Female of a strong willed pack and have fought your way there. You managed to stay strong and to come forward. You came over what had happened to you, and have grown stronger than any of those wolves that just watched what happened to you were. Instead of you being blind, you fought that too believe it or not. You are reminded of those times overtime you look at yourself, but instead of seeing sadness, you see triumph. They are dead and you are alive. I have no reason to pity you now. But the real concern of mine is for you, Braelyn. Do you pity yourself?"

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 7th 2015, 14:10

(ooc- How long do you want to go until closing this up? Also, Boom! > )

Confusion.

It was a daunting thing, the nine letter word able to make one feel less confident or unsure of something. It was what made someone's psyche swirl in questions and sentences that would only make that soul doubt themselves or another even more. This was the case for the Delta. The word rang throughout her head, teasing and testing her with harsh jokes to make her unable to properly process what was going. How spiteful confusion was. It cared for no one other than itself and in the matter lived up to its name as the night progressed. Why had she been so open with the brute? As the night was early, the fae had thought it was because he reminded her of herself but now the logic seemed to be thrown down the very mountain the two sat upon. Its essence crushed and broke apart to pieces as it descended. Why would she share a portion of her life with him? Who was he to know such a thing? The situation left the delta uncertain, for while the brute had been friendly enough to speak and 'comfort' her on the matter the scene only brought up more questions along with madden though the feeling was not directed towards the warrior. It was forwarded to herself. Why was she to care if he knew? Her past, the fae's seemingly heart breaking history was not at all that much of a secret or tragic enough for her to need any comforting.  However why was he doing such a thing? Perhaps he had been telling the truth before, that Braelyn indeed caught him at a moment of serenity. That he at the time was calm enough to speak with peace instead of coarse and the feeling just advanced throughout the night as the two conversed.

Maybe that's why they had opened up so much and expressed their histories with each other - the two had begun conversation at a time of tranquil and neither of the pair has done anything to shatter it. The silence of the night Braelyn supposed help, the whispers of the lost souls and damned devils being so secretive that they dare not make it audible for the duo's ears. What might they be saying, she wondered. What might he be thinking, she questioned as well. Could it be he wished to leave? And if so, why did he not? What swirled around in the brutes head: What was making him stay? The delta knew why she had not left, why she had not taken her leave to go back towards the pack territory. Braelyn wished to see the stars, to see the bright twinkle of light thousands of miles away disappear ever so slowly until the golden rays of the sun blocked them from sight. That would be when she would leave. How long then would the warrior until he did as well? Floating in her mind, the delta often thought of things deeply. It was her passage between the reality of life and the scenarios where she could do and did whatever the hell she came up with. The moment she spent with her mind was also her time of peace. It kept the delta sane, to an extent and almost safe as words that would never be spoken would speak in the closed capacity of her thoughts.  This made her appear quiet, an anti-social wolf with little to no spoken words. In a way, she was though Braelyn didn't mind speech. The delta just never found it to be a need like some would say, she could tell who another was just by reading and watching their motions. The saying, "Actions speak louder than words" all the more true in her eyes.

The faes inclination to be naturally independent was also a factor in her silent life-style. The dwelling of a rogue was not filled with chatter or discussion. It was a lonely way of living which is why Braelyn could assume wolves choose to be grouped in packs instead. The species was a communicative, social one with the exception of secluded souls like the delta herself. There would always be the outcasts of groups, its what made the social function go through its course. Or so it seemed. Auds reaching upwards towards the stars, the fae would be attentive to the words spoken by Desoto. Was it though? Was it really one of their mistakes to blame or was it neither's fault? There being no reason to respond. Braelyn took the opportunity to think back to how she acted. Had she truly been sorry? Sure. The words that fell from her lips had been sincere, but did she really mean it? It was not natural for the delta to care, especially for what others thought yet on this night, was she finally caring? It puzzled the faes mind and once again the damn word of confusion swept her mind. It did get to play its game with her for long though, as only a short while later the brute would speak again. His response coming from the former one she had given, announcing itself with a chuckle. It was such a weird sound, not itself but the form of entertainment in general. Not many laughed in Erenyx, everyone being so serious it was as if doing so would take away their tough image. Teren had laughed.. the delta having heard it more than once.

While the Alpha found only joy in malicious and agony, once during the time with the Helidos Alpha male and the other as the pack apprentices fought to death. He had still laughed. Perhaps then the rest of the pack did as well, just in solitary with close friends or family. "Always." Braelyn's response short, it was here again where the fae felt no need to speak with such length. The word alone was enough to let the warrior know if he ever needed someone to be put in place, she would happily oblige. She was always up to a challenge. Time would travel and in it, both of wolves would speak about their packs and a few things pertained to it. As young as she was, Braelyn found herself not wishing to be mated or even in a relationship with any of the brutes in her pack. That type of thinking was not on her mind at this point of the year. Even with  spring now among them and halfway into its duration, the delta was more than aware her scent had changed. It happened to every wolf, every year. Spring was suppose to be of birthing and mating, the time meant for reproduction so the earth could keep its cycle of life in motion. This however didn't faze the fae, she didn't even know if she wanted pups or a mate. At only two- about to be three- years, it didn't seem important. The delta was still young after all. Noticing the brute move, Braelyn would turn her gaze to watch him. Auds flickering at the complaint he gave, muscles probably sore from being seated and still for so long. As Desoto would lay to rest, the fae could only smirk, humor dancing in her green orbs.

"Tsk-tsk. Agavos must have made you soft: You don't relax in front of an Erenyx wolf." Tone sarcastic, it was still it's same soft tune as she would speak. A small smile forming afterwards, only to tease the warrior for his action. The moment was short lived as after the delta would turn her green hues back to the scenery.  A breeze would blow, the chilled wind coming from higher and further up the mountain peak. The feeling was nice and closing her eyes, Braelyn would crane her muzzle slightly upwards to feel it. The blow was not enough to do any damage other than fluff her fur and the scatter particles of dirt around. The wind as it moved finding her already lifted ears, it would sound as nothing but a hollow echo. The gust was only for a minute, yet Braelyn had savored every second that passed. It felt good, almost as if the earth was kissing its inhabitants with a gentle minute of bliss. The delta only glanced down when the warrior tilted his head to look at her and with her previous question still in the atmosphere hanging, she awaited his response if there was to be any. Sure enough, after a few minutes of silence and a sigh, Desoto would respond. Good, he doesn't pity. The fae would listen, ears lifted while the banner she held behind her motioned at its tip from side to side in quick flicks. It wasn't a wag, just a reassurance for the fae that her tail indeed was still there.  "No - I know not to pity myself for there is no reason to. Others have had it much worse than I, and its for that reason my life could have been much worse why I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm pleased you don't either." Proclaiming her words to his question, Braelyn would only meet her eyes with his golden ones, waiting for his next words should there be any. If however not, the delta would eventually turn her look back forward letting the silence she loved so much flood the space their words had cratered.

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 10th 2015, 21:06

[OOC: Oh shiz balls... yeah I'm just not gonna try and beat that.. o.e Anyways, you can end the thread with your next post or leave me to do it in another. Your choice. <3]

Teasing. It seemed like it would never come out from Braelyn's lips. But now as soon as he had rested himself upon the ground her words scolded him. Not seriously of course, she was mocking him for relaxing. And rightfully so the warrior supposed. Even knowing what that pack was like, ruthless and strict, he still did so. To obtain a higher ranking, especially for a female, was a huge feat. The deltas was not an opponent to just leisurely wander about. But in their case now he did not see her as a threat. Sure she could be waiting for the right moment to strike at him. To clasp those gleaming canines around his throat and hold down until he stopped shaking. That was a possibility for everyone, but yet, he did not find any warning bells in his mind about her. He never had, well maybe except when she'd bared her fangs at him. But even then she made no move to actually attack Desoto, it was more of a warning. He could only hope that he wasn't taken as a threat as well. Because quite frankly, he did not want to have many enemies here. He might be a bit antisocial but that did not mean he wanted to be on everyones bad side. He'd rather be on the good than the bad with terms of communication. Most anyone would be, unless they are downright insane or evil. 'Like Teren..' the voice in the back of his mind said. He shook it out mentally. Teren was not a good person, and he definitely did have his terrorizing ways. But he was not completely evil. There had to be at least a sense of moral in him, even if it was small, to be able to lead a pack. Even if it was a rather rough group of wolves.

Too Braelyn's words the brute simply shrugged, a small smile forming on his face in turn to her own. A small laugh followed as well as a questioning narrow of his eyes. "Woah there Braelyn! I am not soft!" He scoffed. He lashed his tail in false anger. "You just don't seem like you are in a killing mood at the moment, though I could be wrong.." Setting his eyes back in their normal stance, Desoto turned back to the view. Glancing out upon it and getting momentarily lost in thought. There wasn't much to say at the moment anymore. But the silence was welcomed. It was comfortable and nice. The two wolves were set in their own world for now and the silence allowed them to mull over what had happened in the time the were sat here. How much longer would it last? Would they meet again? What happens now? They were all questions that could be pondered over, but the two of them didn't ask them much. It was useless to worry about the future between to wolves that will probably never see the other again. This whole meeting thing that went along with them sharing things they had not told anyone, or barely anyone, will most likely be a onetime thing. They probably wouldn't meet again. But a guy could hope.

Desoto liked Braelyn. She may not be the most ideal she-wolf to befriend out there, but she seemed trustworthy. She was quiet, reserved, and intriguing, but at the same time she was also a bit edgy, and fierce. But beneath that layer, she was different. She had a past that had shaped her into not relying on many others, as well as the hatred of pity. She may find something that others find sickening, entertaining, but she didn't stay with anyone who didn't accept that as a part of her. The fae fit in well with her pack, more than Desoto ever could have. And although he left that home, it did not mean he could not have friends there to keep an eye on it. Braelyn almost seemed more than equipped to give him that information as she was now a key wolf in the ranks. However, the black pelted male wouldn't use her for that, he wasn't that kind of person. Yeah he's rude but he wouldn't use another for his own personal gain. And the reason for that for the Delta was that she seemed trustworthy. Get passed her likes and pack name and she was alright. Sitting here talking with her showed him that, and it would be no shocker to him if the two of them sought out each others friendship. The brute had meant what he said when she could call upon him if she needed assistance. Hell, if she ran to him in order to be given a place to hide,  he would hide her with only a few questions asked. He wasn't sure why, but he would. It was just like that, he supposed.

He was still looking over at her when she answered his question about pitying herself. She didn't see her past as a bad one, as it could be much worse, which was true. There were some that were just awful to hear that you couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Her green eyes met his own golden ones for a few moments. He stared back at her, quiet before a small smirk formed on his lips and he replied with a simple, "Good." There was not much to say after that, what was he supposed to say? He sighed as he turned his gaze to the ground that lay between his paws. His mind was empty, not a thought in it anymore. The silence once again was comforting, but it also seemed fragile, like it could break at any moment. His tail swished to his side, wrapping around his hind left hip as he wondered what to say. But for the moment he couldn't find anything of the sort. He glanced back toward the she-wolf, wondering what could be going on in her mind at that moment. He had been doing that a lot that night, wondering about what her thoughts were. He didn't really know why, but it generally interested him as to what she could be hiding. Returning his gaze forward, he let out a sigh through his nose. "Hare for your thoughts?" He would mutter, laying his head on his paws as he kept looking forward. "And that was an expression, I don't have a hare to give you. Though I suppose I could go find one sometime." He blinked before turning his eyes to her in a glance from the side, his ears still facing forward. He had to look up slightly in order to get his optics to be focused on her face. She gave away nothing to him unless it was in words. Her expressions were difficult to read when there was no dialect. Perhaps that came with getting to know her better.  But he was not sure how far he could actually take his questions with her. That is why they remained open, wether or not she wanted to answer them was her choice.

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PostSubject: Re: Touch of Thorns (Closed) July 18th 2015, 04:48

(ooc- I'll end Braelyn here but you can end the thread completely in your next post if you wish to make one)

Auds twitching slightly, the fae would listen to the wind's howling vocals as it swayed in the air and with it was the soothing tone of a brutes voice, hints of ridicule and scorn laced between the words. "Couldn't fool me..." Smiling, the Delta would let the action be small upon her lips at the hearing of what Desoto spoke. "I happen to be no murderer tonight, but if I were - believe me you would already be dead." Not once removing her gaze to focus onto the warrior nearby, the Delta would let the silence fill once again. The pair getting lost in thought it seemed though for the fae it was never the more real. The settle atmosphere brimmed with possibilities, the air and its content of tiny particles so thin that the slightest sound or brush of insects across the ground traveling would destroy it into total obliteration. The Delta had said it before and would always keep the thought that silence would sooner or later be broken. It was inevitable and to think such a delicate thing would last was naive.

Nothing delicate or fragile survived - the petals of flowers eventually rotted, young and new born's were killed off or made stronger. This was life. Anything so vulnerable wouldn't last in a world of murder and vicious beings which only sought to weigh the options better for themselves. It was why no one and nothing could be trusted. It was why you could not expose any sensitivity. If the wrong person saw, they could know you in a split second and know how to bring you down: what made you tick or would crush you emotionally - beyond control of anything you could imagine. Braelyn could not wrap her mind around why she had been so open with the brute, why she had been so careless and free to express her past with him yet what confused her the most was why he had been the same. What made the warrior trust the Delta and vise-versa? There was not much trust among the two as they had just met but it was enough to borderline a sense of friendship the pair could possibly share in the future.

However, who's to say he would even remember enough for such a thing. The brute could very well forget about this encounter with the Delta and likewise, completely fail to recall her name or the conversation's details in the near week. Braelyn knew she would not forget, the fae didn't abandon anything in her mind and for that was able to look back upon situations that involved herself. It was a gift as much as a curse, although it did help with the amount of faces and names she needed to match together when in conversation. Erenyx sure did provide many of those, mostly accidental or forced. Verdant spheres would examine the view before them, the shape of mountains aligning behind one another to form valleys and ravines filled with dense vegetation and forests between them. It was a breathtaking sight, a true beauty and with the glow of stars in the dark night above in the sky, the scene and landscape was alluring. Shame no one sees your elegance yet tries to create it... Everyone wished to make themselves stunning, to appear divine in almost every aspect yet with that failed to see the beauty they already had.

Much like her previous statement in the night, if others had seen the beauty in misery and sorrow, maybe then they could finally see the stars life had to offer. To finally feel actual happiness instead of what imitation they made up to satisfy their hollow need. Braelyn understood this, and with her mind and orbs open to the possibilities and every scenario of life, it left her able to see the things most didn't. Feeling the burning gaze of another's look, it was enough to send a odd sensation down the Delta's spine to alert her that she might just be being watched. Glancing from the corner of her eye, it had been true someone was watching and it was no one other than the brute beside Braelyn. Not long after she had let curiosity take over to see, the warrior began speaking though his stare had now been focused elsewhere. My thoughts? It was an innocent question, something many others had asked before but none had asked her. "I suppose..." Why would he wish to know of her mind?

It didn't really hold any significance or meaningful process, just everyday events or conflicts the Delta had with herself. It was a haven, a place she could express herself openly for who knew one's self better than themselves? "I had just been thinking about my statement from before. How if others saw the dark's beauty, they could finally see life's stars." The fae would mutter, turning her view towards the male for a moment to see his expressions. The warrior sure did use a variety of them. "Nothing really special..." Braelyn would shrug, her shoulders only moving vaguely. The Delta's thoughts were not at all worth the breath of air they took to form nor important enough for others to hear. However, if the brute wanted to know then he was by far the most peculiar wolf she had met. "How about yourself?" The fae would ask, though it was only out of courtesy. She already knew what he had been thinking for if he didn't wonder about her thoughts then he wouldn't have asked. Simple connection. Her inquiry open for if he wished to answer or not, the fae would let the male decide on if he wanted her to know of such things.

Motioning her head in a nod to his response if there was such, the fae would let the silence pierce the conversation once again as she would behold the faint light of orange and yellow forming just past the mountain ranges. The night would soon be over and with it the pair's conversation. Braelyn knew it would happen eventually, though she had found some peace and delight in speaking with the brute, even if the topics were short and at some point a bit too honest. Slowly rising to her feet, the Delta would lift herself to stand and bringing her gaze down towards the resting male she would open her muzzle to speak. "My time is over..." Recalling what her mother would do in the event of department, Braelyn figured the situation was calling for it. With no hesitation or thought and without a care for if the brute responded in a snarl or some form of aggression, the fae would bring her head down to press her muzzle to his shoulder. Orbs closed, she would voice her vocals softly just barely for Desoto to hear. "May we meet again." Direct with her words, Braelyn would turn her head and began the journey back to Erenyx, banner motioning at its own as she would walk leaving the stranger of the night to bask in the glorious morning.


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