The Wolf.

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A woods-drawn animal gently padded over the leaves as the delicate bodies crunched beneath her mud-caked paws. She was in love with the woods, born and raised in a wolf pack until those damned domesticated dog bloodlines caught up with her family, the wolf pack exiled her ‘tainted’ inner family quickly. All because her mother had to be half wolf half husky. A deep growl rested within her chest as she thought up these incredulous acts of stupidity. She was seventy-five percent wolf! They could have kept her for god sakes; she was an excellent hunter and warrior. She’d led expeditions to find better hunting grounds and knew that dense forestry better then she knew herself. What did it matter that she knew where the cleanest of waters were? What did it matter that she knew where a secret lake that seemed to never freeze was? Not like she’d tell any of those wolves now! They’d done away with her; they didn’t need her. Yeah, well wait until the winter when they need their prime hunter, their prime navigator. They’d be howling in mercy for her to come back.

Flicking her skull backwards her maw pointed towards the heavens as a pure wolf call formed from her jaws, ‘tainting’ the earth with her mixed blood. The deep call would travel far and wide, she could only hope those ears of her former pack heard this cry out and would feel utterly stupid. With that thought she let out a small snicker, interrupting her fierce howl. The howl didn’t really sound like a dogs, no it came from her soul, the pure part of her, according to her old pack.

It was slightly disappointing how hung up on her previous pack she was, but she’d wasted a year or so of her precious life with those fiends, only to be thrown out like yesterday’s news paper. A sigh flew from her diaphragm as she silently wished a domesticated mutt didn’t answer her howl, but a wolf of any sorts heard it and came running. She was a vicious female if told to be so, and could most likely take down any dog in the pack if need be. Yet she wouldn’t attack until they pissed her off or so. Trotting forth a large lodge came into focus. Growling deeply she lifted her maw once more and let out another howl, yet not as loud but still very wolf oriented. Trotting forth her tail stuck out, not wagging it wasn’t like a wolf to wag your tail when investigating. Her pink and black nose sniffed at the partially closed door, held ajar with what looked to be a large rock. Turning off the steps she ambled towards a crashed in window where she reared up.

Delicately placing her paws on the window frame her bright eyes peeked in for the smallest sign of life. As nothing stirred for a bit she let out a deep growl and let her body fall back onto all fours. Sauntering up the steps once more her nose pushed into the open crack of the door and nosed it open. Why the hell wasn’t anyone coming? Strolling forward her nose gently touched the ground, inhaling the scents. Sighing she glanced around the lodge seeing a few pieces of tattered furniture she moved towards the door and plopped down, leaning against the frame, her eyes gingerly ran over the lodge. Didn’t they have dens? Were they so domesticated that they would stay in this hut? Her head shook softly, dogs.

As her eyes looked around she realized most of the scents in the room were stale besides a few, a wolf dog. YES! A small smile graced her beautiful lips as she realized someone with almost the same genetics as her own would be here as well. Though she almost doubted any wolf dog with as much wolf in them as she had in herself would never stick around with a clan of dogs. Another thick scent was that of a male. Oh joy, so they had a ‘single’ male running the place. Marvelous. Packs should be left to the wolves the run. Dogs are merely wolves domesticated and mutated into human loving creeps. Pathetic.

Boredom fell upon her features as she let out a drawn out sigh, lifting her maw another completely wolf sounding howl exited her chops. After letting out a thick long howl she lowered her head and gently licked her lips. What was taking the alpha and his domestic followers so long?

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Comments; Hoping for Thorn. xP Though whomever you have muse for is ok, Raven would probably get a tad bit snippy.

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A deep, throaty growl echoed within the desolate back room of the Lodge, two amber eyes almost glowing in the darkness that engulfed them. Thorn didn't take kindly to trespassers, and he could clearly scent one approaching. Just as the thought formed in his mind, a chilling howl swept over him that made his lip curl upward in a snarl. He strained his ears to perceive more of the disturbances, and he let out a ferocious growl when he realized that someone hadn't merely trespassed on the territory, they were now in the lobby. Hackles raised slightly, he bolted down the narrow hallway that led to the front room, formidable jaws ready to make their mark on the stranger.

Skidding quickly into the lobby, he set eyes on her. A compact gray wolfdog stood in the middle of the room, her silverine eyes surveying her surroundings. Gladdened by her smaller stature than his own, he stalked over to the newcomer, amber eyes burning with distrust and contempt.

"What do you want, trespasser?" He barked, his voice rough and full of hatred.

ooc // Sorry it's bad.

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The bitch sat there in a high state of boredom, leaning against the door frame. She was quite appeased to see a male rush at her with mild aggression. She smiled wickedly at him, trespasser? She lapped her tongue over the blood from Prince’s leg and inhaled his scent deeply. He smelt of Briar… The pup she’d decided to claim as her own, her mothering instincts overriding any kind of common sense. Her bright eyes glanced over the male. Slowly she clambered to all fours. Her wolven descent showed in her posture, her eyes, her howl; everything. One wouldn’t suspect she had husky in her, not at all. A small feminine chuckle exited her chops as she gently closed her crystals and shook her cranium softly.

”I believe before humans tainted this world my kind lived here,” She growled softly, it peeved her that a dome- what was this? His scent was a wolf dog. A small smile formed on her maw, “Forgive me fellow wolf, I mistook you for a domesticated mutt.” She grumbled looking around her tail straight, aligning with her spine. She moved forth towards Thorn circling him, oh he would do as a mate. He seemed to be the only male that she was attracted to since she’d entered Harlow.

Breaking that maw into a grin she gently flicked her tongue over his cheek and moved back to the door where she plopped down, her tail gingerly moving to her side, “So you live in this domesticated pack?” She asked motioning around the lodge with her muzzle. It was slightly disgusting at best, “I’ve met Briar, she’s a cutie.” She whispered looking to her massive white paws; did it occur to this male that he could run a pack very well as alpha? Did he know he could live with those wolves that had created him to be so big? Has he ever even seen a pure wolf?

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Tense muscles began to relax slightly, and Thorn sat back on his haunches as he watched the damsel circle him. What was she, a vulture? A deep growl rumbled within his throat, but he refused to release it. He could feel her eyes burning into him, those sinister silver orbs. Who was she? As she rasped her tongue over his cheek, he stood up, tail and head held high above hers. Who did she think she was?

When she spoke, the male's fur bristled, and the second sentence provoked a fierce snarl. "I know dogs that are strong and smart enough to tear you limb from limb, sweet cheeks, wolf or not." He growled deeply, amber eyes burning with hatred. "You, just like myself, are just a mixed up mutt. Don't go acting as if your blood runs as pure as the mountain streams! Stop trying to be something you're not! And how do you know Briar?" This infuriated him. What had she done to the trainee? Was Briar alright? He fought to keep his lips from parting to reveal his teeth; teeth that could easily tear this bitch to shreds.

"Why have you come here, wench?" He spat, golden eyes still trained upon her, muscles tensed and ready to make a move if she made it necessary. He didn't like this fae. Not one little bit.

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She heard Thorn’s harsh words, her eyes moving to her paws in an instant, oh how she wished to rip him limb from limb. Those words hurt her the most, his second or third statement. Her buzzing mind didn’t keep count. She wasn’t a mixed up mutt… Her blood was- was? Wasn’t… She looked down a small tear forming from her eye; she shook it away and pranced to her feet. All her life she was told she was a mixed up mutt, a girl in a rut she could never leave, a domesticated bitch. All those names, and now this dog had to add to it? A small snarl formed from her throat; weak. “You and I are in the same boat here buddy.” Her eyes looking up to him hoping that he wouldn’t decline her request, or something. She wanted to see her ‘baby’… “We’ll never be fully accepted into either side. We’re on a wall with either side throwing harsh words at us.” She said her eyes very serious. She wasn’t playing around.

“I was pure until my mother told us all we were a bunch of husky wolf hybrids.” She spit the word ‘mother in disgust. “So now I’m exiled, that bitch went off with my brother.” She snarled getting angrier thinking of her family’s betrayal. “Do you know what it feels like to be on that wall? To be kept from getting down?” She asked tilting her head slightly. Inhaling deeply she shook her coat fiercely, turning she sat down her blood cooling slowly. “Brair, I met her at the creek. She thought I was going to hurt her but noticed I wasn’t going to so we exchanged names; she attacked everything possible and I got up to warn off a Doberman.” She said her voice trailing smoothly.

Once off her high pedestal she often put herself on she could be rather friendly. She hoped this male wouldn’t attempt to fight with her.

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Thorn was surprised at how stung the female looked. He imagined he could almost see a tear glinting in the corner of her eye, but he shrugged it off. He hadn't spoken to anyone like that in a long time, which left him stunned and confused. He had barely finished verbally abusing the fae, but now he felt as if he should be comforting her. She was quite bewildering.

"Hey kid," he rasped, his eyes averting to the ground beneath him. "I do know what it's like. Remember, I'm just as mixed up as you are," he paused to let out a rough chuckle. "More mixed up actually. I'm part wolf, part shepherd, and part husky." He smiled, offering her some comfort. "And we may all be in the gutters, but some of us are looking at the stars."

The wolfdog took a step forward and nudged her under her chin, forcing her eyes upward so that she could see the bright stars shining down from the heavens. The world wasn't all bad, she just had to realize that not everyone was out to get the mixed-bloods.