AMONG THE HOWLING WOLVES | Tag: Werewolves

[markdaniels]

CURRENT POSTING ORDER

Mark Daniels
Grace VonMare
Morrison Whelan
Ava Jones
Meadhbh Destry
Tahmores Stian

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LIVE AMONG WOLVES AND YOU SHALL LEARN TO HOWL

It’s so beautiful, he thought to himself, amazed and awestruck at it all. In the fields he was, simply standing. Looking upwards to the sky he looked out to the world beyond. The great navy there, the speckles of light that glittered across it. He was captivated and mesmerized, looking up, craning his neck to see. On all four legs he stood, tall, mighty and unconquered. In the fields where winter came to claim, he stood among long grass that tickled his sides and that swayed gently with the cool, calm evening breeze. Occasionally it would whip against him, lashing at his legs and his ribs. Licking them with a hunger so like nature… so like night… so like the wild. But was this land even wild? It was so broken and defeated. So govern by cities. There was no ‘wild’ left to the Earth and… for it a piece of Mark remained… fractured, sadden, broken. He was born a werewolf. His mother, his father, both werewolves. Before them were werewolves, and before them. The wolf in his blood reached back quite a ways… and he couldn’t help that, if on nights like this he could not feel some sort of connection. How the land felt beneath his claws, how the dirt and ice and snow crunched against his pads. How the world seemed to open up to him, how the sky looked so vast and big and how it reflected the universe God had placed in him. He was amazed at the beauty of it all, and in this form, in this skin… he felt like he saw. He felt as if the veil had been lifted, the blindfold loosened… and he finally… saw.

He felt like a child before his master. A student before his teacher. Humbled.

When he was a child he went to the cathedral often with his mother. He had been a good boy once. A handful, yes, but good. In the choir he sang. How long had it been since he sung? But… he could not name any part of him that had ever wished to sing. He had nothing to praise, nothing to feel moved by. And yet, in this instance he was. Lifting his nose to the sky, parting his black lips, and letting his ears fall back he took in air, filled his lungs, and let out the haunting melody that was in every soul of every beast who felt as he did. He felt lost in it all, forgotten, begotten, alone. Loneliness fell into the pattern he wove, his voice rising and falling, gaining and slowing. Up the requiem soared, becoming lost in the cirps, clean night sky. To the stars it went, before coming back to grateful mother earth before beginning, anew, again. He spoke of loneliness and a deep, unmoving sadness. As if he felt left behind, as if time moved on without him. In his song he spoke with a voice without words, but with simple emotion. He asked, tentatively, if he was the only one. Was he the only one lonely, wayward, lost? Where was everyone? Did they hear him? Would they come and join him? Were they not lonely? Did they think, in this moment, that the earth was so beautiful, so amazing, so worth living in? Was he the only one?

His song lasted for a long, long while… before he heard notes join him in his melody. Rise they did, as his did… while others unleashed their music as his fell. With them he made an orchestra, made a note that the night sorely missed. Gazing at the crescent moon he allowed his voice to be lost in the song a thousand voices strong. Harmony rose and governed him, he blended with the rest. Would they join him, though? Truly join him? He let out a new wave of longing, his voice breaking the pact that was made and reaching a new, profound height… both in the sky, and in the hearts of those who listened, truly listened, to his notes. Will you join me? Please, won’t you? Please?

Out of Clues: A wolf hunt. ^^ The wolves will meet up together and become acquainted before venturing into the forest for a little hunt! Werewolves must arrive in their wolf form. We know we will have Morrison, Ava, Grace, Meadhbh and Mark in this thread, but other werewolves are welcome. ^^ Just please time your post appropriately - please enter before the hunt, or after it has completed (after the hunt, the hunters will surely relax for the evening... you're free to come join them ;D) -adds- Since we are gonna have a large thread, try to keep a decent kind of posting order. =P No one wants to get skipped over.

[grace]

The soft midnight's breeze rippled thru a small, auborn colored wolve's fur. Her big yellow eyes seemingly glowed out of the black markings around them, and her black furry feet padded softly thru the grass. Her very fluffy tail had black markings towards the end of it too, and it swayed back and forth as she started to trot towards a clearing in the forest.

Grace licked her chops, exposing her over sized canines a bit. Her long claws clicked against the gravel around the edge of a forest, and she paused breifly to glance upon the one who had seduced her with his song. Grace knw what she wanted- and it was him. A low whimper came from her throat. 'I am here' she was trying to say in her own little way.

Grace continued forward to the one she wanted. She did not know his name, only his cry but that was definetly enough for her. Slowly, She came up from behind him and nuzzled against his thick fur. The shades of bornw tan and grey in his fur, seemed to blend with her own auborn. It may have looked odd, considering Grace was of a much smaller size and he was of much larger size, but she did so anyways.

Grace waited for his reaction, and his move for when the hunt should continue..

[Morrison Whelan]

Crisp air, a clean sky, hard ground, and the deepness of the night. Goddamned beautiful, as Morrison would put it. There wasn't any more perfect a night for a walk in the woods. Even the silence, one so immense it almost hurt his ears to concentrate on, was perfect. It was the sort of silence that wanted to be broken, that was waiting for that right noise, one that invigorated the soul and made it ready for action. This was the type of night the wolf hadn't seen in a long time and he planned to enjoy it to it's fullest.

Not even Meadhbh could get in trouble this night. He would keep a strict eye on her, yet she seemed just as energized and in tune with their surroundings as he, her ears swept back as she pressed a nose to the cold ground. The sight made him grin, his lips pulling back to reveal his strong teeth. His pupil had almost grown out of the need for teachings; soon, he could let her stray so far from home on her own, now though, he didn't quite trust her for she was far to likely to get into trouble.

A howl suddenly filled the night, causing him to lift his head the heavens so that it would reach him better. He stared, transfixed at the stars above that he had just seemed to notice. "Goddamned beautiful," he thought, his ears pricking up to catch the notes of the strange wolf's song. His eyes were moved once again to the forest around him as more joined the chorus and his added his own voice, replying to that first keening call.

He would join the hunt tonight and it would grand. This would be a night to remember, as he hadn't hunted in such a long pack any sooner than he had seen a night like this. Morrison could have laughed as he bolted through the forest toward the source of the call. Meadhbh soon took up running after him, a small whine still falling from her lips.

[jozi]

The usual bitter, freezing winter air suddenly felt greater today, warmer. Either that or Ava's pelt finally got it's winter fluff. Her tail swayed as she crawled across the ground, stalking as you might call it, a white hare. Her eyes pinned the landscape in their usual greeny way. Her footing light as if she were stepping on clouds. Then her prey, its ears went strait up at it's beady eyes examined the frosty bush she was hiding in, Ava froze, but right about when she twitched to make a run after it, a howl burst through the beautiful sky, raising its way up and across the outskirts of London, it soared on for many moments then ended gracfully. It almost startled Ava, she translated the notes quickly in her mind,
Will you join me, please, wont you?
More, different howls rose, and Ava jump inside, it felt very amusing already, something to do with her time.
Then Ava almost forgot about the hare, but when she looked back from the direction of the howl, it was gone, and she clawed the ground angrily.

A hunt? Is that it, or a trick? The annoying conscience that wasn't really hers said inside her mind. Roco was its name, or so Ava called it. Oh why do you always have to be like that? I think it would be fun! Ava thought back to him with a cheerful manner, she hadn't been this good for the past day, still sore from recent things and bushels. Ava let her tongue dangle from her mouth, and the in quick burst of energy the young werewolf headed off, quickly dominating the grounds and throughout the woods. On her way she raised her head and sang her own song... Come

Well she never had hunted with a pack before. This would be interesting, Ava, teamwork, yea. Right. Ava just snorted and blocked out Roco. She kept running, So far she'd only met a few other werewolves, and when being born werewolf, not even knowing you are one, it was complicated learning how to 'be' a wolf at such an age.

Her breath fogged the air, she had been running for quite a while, trying her best not to elapse her energy away. Then thoughts started to creep up in her mind. But she pushed them back down. Her chocolate-brown fur fluffed up and her green eyes examined the world up ahead, and so far she could see a few dots, fairly big, a defiantly weres. Her green eyes blazed as she barked contemptibly. You rang?

[kira]

The cold, while usually such a problem for Meadhbh, made her feel good, made her feel alive, like she'd never felt before. She could tell Morrison felt the same way; how he walked so close to the ground, staring straight ahead of him, and even though she couldn't see his face, she knew that he would be grinning, if not smiling. Her own lips were curled in a small snarl of a smile. This night made her want to run, like it had gotten into her blood and lent itself to her instincts, making them stronger.

There was a howl that was carried on the faint wind to them. She responded immediately. She didn't even realize she was doing it until her eyes locked on the stars above her, to which her nose was pointed. Even when Morrison howled back, her voice continued to rise. It was time for the hunt, her feet itched to follow the sound and as soon as Morrison ran forward, she made her way after him, though not as fast since her legs were nearly as long as his.

Meadhbh's instinct to reply to this strange were's call did not want to leave as soon as she got that howl out. A small whine still issued from her as that got closer to the source of the call, as if she wanted to make sure the wolf knew they were coming. In the back of her mind, she knew that of course they knew that the two were coming; their footfalls were not quiet and they could certainly smell the other wolves. But she wanted the strange wolf to know that indeed they were joining them, that this was going to be a marvelous hunt.

[Tahmores Stian]

Since coming to London from his native home in the desert Tahmores had only met a couple of his kin, they have been pleasent enough to mingle with but he has alaos heard stories of there bee werewolves on the streets who don't care what speices you are, they'll attack and possibly kill you most often simply because they can. His noes wrinkles a little at the thought, wolves attacking wolves, it's no better than the petty squabbling that goe on between vampiresmin their stinking covens.

This cool night Tahmores had taken to walking along the beach, having now become his place for relaxation whether he he in human or wolven form. The change for Tahmores was never pleasent, it was never pleasent for anyone who had to go through it. His clan had thought themselves ways to distance their mind during the change so to lessen the pain as their bones cracked and distorted. His way of taking his mind away from it was thinking of the flowers in the garden he had created at the lack of the apartment building he lives in.

The sickening cracks and tears of his bones and skin shifting echo in the back of his mind, his breathing becoming faster and more ragged. Dark brown and black sweeps over his body, the only place it does not appear is on his left leg from the ankle join to half way up, the same area that his tattoo is on his arm when in human form. The change complete Tahmores looks up at the night sky, his ears pricking up as the sound of a howl carries through the air. There is another calling for his kin. What harm can come from answering this call?

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Wolf Form

Following the sound of the howl Tahmores comes to the woods, the scents of other wolves heavy in the air. Carefully Tah' makes his way towards where he can see other, his one white eye glinting in the dim moonlight. Giving a quick bark to let the others know he is around Tahmores walks over to them, his head held low to show no intention of causing harm.

[markdaniels]

His chest ached, his heart longed, his eyes sought. He sang until he couldn’t do it justice any longer. Or, so he thought. He thought he stopped because he hadn’t a voice that could carry anymore… and he thought that it was due for the longevity of his words he spilled. And yet, he thought again on that. Perhaps he hadn’t been silenced by hoarseness. Perhaps he had been silenced by the first arrival. He couldn’t tone down his happiness and pleasure. It radiated from him like a halo on the Mother Mary. His body spoke avidly of how jubilant he was, how eager, how excited. The air sparked with his exhilaration and anticipation as he viewed the woman, a smile broad on his lips and handsome. Did she have any clue how stunning she looked? He couldn’t help but smile and wag that tail of his at her arrival. Hearing her whimper, he returned it with one of his won as he shifted on his feet, again, eagerness marking him. He could have looked intimidating, powerful, glorious but in this case he shed that all. He looked happy, receptive, and enthralled. Mark examined the woman, his ears perking up curiously as she rounded from behind him, drawing herself closer, closer and closer yet. Feeling her draw against his skin, ruffle the thick fur of his neck he couldn’t help, then, and there, a shiver of utter delight. He was a weak man. He couldn’t put up a fight against touch. It reminded him of only good things… and it remained something he always relished. Truth be known he was surprised at her forwardness, but thoroughly enticed. The small, wicked seductress could touch him all she liked - he’d roll over happy with the affection. Turning his head, he made a note to rub his snout against her own neck, burring his face there and inhaling deeply the scent of the gal, how honey sweet it was. Lifting from the soft fur of her neck, he nipped the base of her shoulder, following through with the action as he turned, rubbing side against side down her form. Somewhat roughly he handled himself, but gently enough so the babe wouldn’t be knocked over. Still, excited he was, and happy… And he’d make certain those who joined him shared that feeling of true happiness.

In this form there were no words, no names, only truth and bareness and… feeling. He liked being a wolf for the brutal sureness of it. There was no hiding. There was no deception. Only truth and beauty. Examining the woman who met him so affectionately, he smiled kindly to her. His eyes telling a tale of delight and good feeling. It was his pleasure to meet her. Those large, cuttingly mellow yellow eyes of hers could have been eyes he gazed in all night. But his trance was broken, and he was forced to leave the dame. Moving only a few steps away, he through a glance over his shoulder to her, his smile one of reassurance and comfort. Time for meet and greet, he thought as he fondly looked at the dear, before his eyes again turned to those who were arriving. First came the set, the man and the woman. They traveled together, their scents finely woven. Strong they were, and capable, and heavy and healthy. Daniels acknowledged them willingly, going out to meet them partially, his ears flicking forward to the sounds emitted by the lass. The smile of pleasantness and courtesy willingly planted on his features. Giving a wink to the lady and a respective nod to the male he through a look in the direction of the first woman - Grace (even if he did not know her name, this was she) - his words unspoken, but clear. She has come, just as you have. It was a bark then that only struck Mark’s conscious. Looking at the couple who joined them, he gazed at them intently for a moment or two, tilting his head in curiosity as his eyes hovered on the man. Someone would need to take charge and lead the hunt. Though Mark brought them together, was he truly the one they’d like to manage this? But nonetheless and all the more, he heard a bark. Tentative, yet sure. Though he gazed at the two a moment more (his look, though settled upon them, still quite kind), he ultimately bowed his head, begging forgiveness for his departure, before turning and trotting towards the emitter of the sound. Mark had seemed to take on the role, then, as the door greet. Welcoming in the wolves, and encouraging them to speak among themselves before the hunt began.

Her green eyes startled him, and again he was awestruck. Captivated for a moment, dumb-founded, before shaking his head free, offering a petite little bow, and cocking to the girl a smile. Coming upon her he offered the ‘Your majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you’ expression. One that was teasing, and mocking perhaps, but only in good mood and cheer. He smiled at her kindly, with friendliness and compassion before coming forward and nudging his nose into her ribs. Poking Ava, almost childishly, towards the ring of wolves that was quickly forming. To Morrison, Grace, and Mea he herded her, before trotting off yet again. One more, his nose told him. One more, his eyes said… and one more there was to be captured. Examining the male that approached, Mark returned the bark with one of his own. A barking whine, one that suited the occasion. It was greeting, and an urging to fall into gathering so all might correspond and realize their role. They needed a leader among them, a second command, and willing followers. Who wished to step forward? Taking a seat somewhat away from the gatherers, close to them, yet far enough from each individual to gave them room, his curious eyes asked this quite fairly. We need a leader. Who shall do so? Leading had always been an easy thing decided among a band of lone wolves who joined together for a hunt. Usually, it was the strongest wolf among them. Be it physically strong, or the one with strongest personality. If two wolves wished to lead, there would be a quick ‘dominance’ battle. Whoever backed down, lost their ploy for leadership and… if none did so, a quick pinning would decide. It was simple, and common and… a comfortable ritual for Mark. But, truly, Daniels was just so eager to get the show on the road. Shifting in his seat, he made his impatience known. Come! Choose! Then let us go!

[grace]

As Mark was enticed by Grace, she was enticed by him. A cool feeling went over her, pleased that he would be so forward as she was. Grace could sense the excitement of Mark, and she hoped that he could sense hers too. A shiver went down her spine as he brushed against her; a feeling not usually given to Grace from others. But normally she was drugged up and in human form, with no sense of longing. Mark had called out to her, and for this it made her feel more sensual.

Graces' tail stopped wagging a bit when the other wolves began to show up. She thought she would have had time to get a little farther with Mark before they all showed up. None the less, Grace was looking forward to the hunt. If not for stress, it would be for fun. Grace hoped that Mark was as attractive in human form as he was in wolf form,

Slowly, Grace walked up towards the others and barks. She wanted to let them know that she was willing to lead or co-lead. Make me your queen. Grace may not have been the biggest or strongest, but she was willing to bet on the fact that she was the quickest and most agile out of the group. If her and another had to wrestle it out, Grace would dance circles around them on her quick paws. Her size gave her an edge, and she felt up to the challenge. Maybe this would even impress Mark.

[Morrison Whelan]

The wolf that greeted them was very receptive; Morrison respected this. He sniffed the were's flank, snorted softly to show his approval, then stepped back, surveying him to assess his competence. He was a strong wolf, but Morrison knew that he would not lead, he did not have that mentality, not with the way he waged his tail so kindly and how he looked as though he would roll over at the smallest encouragement. There was a female wolf with him as well. Morrison greeted her in a similar way, sniffing her fur, snorting to tell her that he was happy with her, then stepping back again to watch the way she carried herself. He could tell that she eager to take charge of the hunt and he would fight her if he must, but he did not think that she would be able to overcome him, so he felt no threat.

Another wolf soon joined them, another female, and she smelled familiar. Morrison smiled softly. Ah yes, he remembered her, from the castle, she'd fought well that night. He approached her slowly with his head raised and circled her once, sniffed her, let out a short, kind bark, then moved on. He wasn't sure what he would think of meeting him and Meadhbh again, but he didn't want to give her any bad impressions, so he made his greeting short and assertive, but kind enough so that he wouldn't scare her. The last wolf to arrive was one other male, evening out the ratio to females.

This wolf looked strong and he certainly smelled that way. When Morrison approached him, he kept his head high to show a bit of authority, he was in D.O.G.S. anyway, it gave him the right to feel superior. He sniffed around the wolf's flank, barked quietly in greeting, and once more stepped away to take him in fully. If anyone else was fit to lead the group, it would be him. He was capable, fit, and had a kind of haughty air around him, which was essential to being in command. Morrison just hoped that he wouldn't have to wrestle this wolf too long to gain leadership, for he was not one to back down.

[jozi]

Ava came up elegantly, and on the horizon came another wolf, he looked excitingly proud, just happy to have everyone be here, Ava could tell that he was the one who called them all here. He looked like any wolf would, but in a more gentle and sturdy way, Ava found this striking. She greeted him with a quick wag of the tail, and he poked her teasingly in the side, Ava barked, but in more of a husky way to show that she was slightly giggling. Ava quickly circled around him and took in his deep scent. His eyes were teasing and showing quite a gesture, Ava tilted her head back with an amused smile. Then took off with him to the crowd, the group was just ahead and as she ran she saw a fairly large wolf(Tah) come out of the other side of the wood, he also had a bark to show that he was here, he look like the kind you wouldn’t want to mess with, a strong build, she could see faintly the tattoo scars on his forearm.

Once Ava got closer she realized that there were six wolves in all, including her. One other that she found,(Grace) was standing with a grin, she took in that scent, and dipped her head politely to the Fae. Then Ava saw the other two, they stuck together, their scent strongly familiar. Ava could name them in her head, a deep thought coming on as Roco tried to anger her thoughts about them, Meadhbh and Morrison. Ava’s expression turn cold, and she froze in her tracks, she wouldn’t forget their fight at that castle, Ava still bearing the recent thoughts and scars. Then Morrison came up, circled her with a sniff and left, she hid her amusement at that, it looked like he remembered her too. And it seemed they’d both keep their distance, she respected that, but would it be that way with Meadhbh? Confront them Roco said in her mind, Why would I do that, we can’t just go around pissin’ off at our own kind Ava Just neatly turned away and sat a safe distance away. Her smile came back, and she tried to act as if nothing happened and every now and then taking a glance over.

This was when the tall wolf who greeted her gave the circle the thought. His eyes vigilantly telling the small pack they needed a leader. Ava quietly snorted, You of course. Her eyes gave that away. She looked around, there also needed to be a beta, or co-leader, and she knew there would be a lot of willing people. Ava looked down at her paws, she had a guess at who would step up, but not her, Ava didn’t really like the thought, she wasn’t as experienced as the others, and she was young too. But inside Roco kept on egging her on to step up, but Ava didn’t she vigilantly fought it. She looked over to the side of her Grace stepped up, Ava could tell by body language that she must want to be beta or leader. Then she saw the temptation in Morrison's eyes, it looked as if a few people wanted to take charge. That would cause a deley....

[kira]

The pack that had formed impressed Meadhbh to an extent. Six was a good number and it insured that the hunt would be interesting, if not exciting. She kept her distance from the others for now, content with catching their individual scents as they moved past. Her transformation had been a little difficult before they had left, and even though she now felt perfectly fine, she was still reluctant to move through the crowd of wolves, oddly afraid that she might set off a seizure.

One wolf that Morrison approached now caught her attention. As she lifted her nose to take in the girl's scent, it was immediately apparent who she was. Ava, the younger wolf Meadhbh had fought. She barked quietly in the were's direction and lowered her snout for a moment, showing that she didn't wish any confrontation. It seemed that the other wolf did not desire to get in a quarrel, she looked at Meadhbh for a moment then looked away, though she did continue to glance at her, as if she were afraid she or Morrison would jump at her. Of course, neither of them harbored any grudge against Ava, so it made her smile just a little, thinking about the bit of paranoia the other wolf showed.

Meadhbh was ready to hunt now, but they still needed a leader. Morrison was obviously one who would gladly take this position, as he stood watching the others with his head raised high, waiting for a challenge. There were others that also looked as though they were up to contending with him for the position. The first female wolf to have come (Grace), and the last to join their group (Tah).

She had little confidence that Grace was even a match for her friend. She smelled young and even with her size, didn't look nearly as strong as Morrison. The male did seem to have a better chance though. He was definitely strong and fit, yet Meadhbh was still unsure that he would be able to overcome Morrison, the stubborn, hardheaded ass that he was. She sat back, tail twitching softly with anticipation, and waited for the three to settle the dispute over who would lead.

[Tahmores Stian]

Tahmores watches the wolves move around the clearing, one of the females making obvious moves on the one who had called them and giving signs that she would want to lead this hunt, making him huff a little. Have her as their 'queen'. This female is small and not particulary strong looking. In his clan the smaller and more agile wolves had always been the backup hunters, the ones that ran down the prey to tire it out, while it was the stronger and larger wolves that actually brought the kill down to the ground. Plus there is something Tahmores finds weak about taking on someone obviously smaller than yourself.

Suprisingly he is approached by one of the wolves, a male and one who carries some kind of authority, obvious by the way he holds his head high. Tah stands still as Morrison cirlce around him and gives him a few barks in greeting which he returns with a dip of his head. This one looks more capable of leading, he would have no qualms about trying to pin Morrison.

Once done greeting Morrison. Tahmores makes his way into the main group where all the others are and lazily lays down. It has been a long time since he has been given the chance to hunt like this, with a pack of his kin. Since coming to London all of his hunting has been done alone. He looks at the 'caller' (Mark) and gives a short and sharp bark to say that he is ready. A second and third bark is made to Grace and Morrison to tell them that he will wrestle for leadership, but taking second will also satisfy him.

[markdaniels]

Me? Oh, you flatter, was what he seemed to say. Parting his lips enough to stick out his pink tongue, in an almost uncharacteristic human way to the Missy (Ava). Not that he didn’t decide already among them who shared his temperament and mentality… and he had to say this one - this wolfie here with her stunning green eyes - she was the one. He could lead them, there was no question about it if he had decided in the first place to approach them that way. He was capable, hovering in the same weight and size range of the other two males here but… The fact of the matter was… just because he could, and though one might think by right he was inclined to, did not mean that he was best suited and he acknowledged that fact openly and willingly. He wasn’t the alpha type, to be utterly clear and honest. The closest to that role that he ever liked to be was the role he had with his team. In the Bomb Squad he was the head chieftain, with his big ol’ feathered hat right on top his head… But the Bomb Squad was so much unlike a pack and more like a family. He was not truly am ‘Alpha’ there, he was… in a sense… Something else. He viewed the two who composed his squad as family, and though he expressed explicitly dominance and possession when dealing with outsiders towards them, ah, well, within the tight knit family he was a mentor, of sorts, a stress relief. He guided them, showed them, but he never reigned over them. His leadership there was more protective. He gave them orders, but the hierarchy of his team was not as rigid or structured as a pack might. They were more similar to a traveling loner band. With the male acting as point and guide, the female balancing out the male’s tendencies, and with the youngest member rounding out the rear of the troops. He liked it that way… and among wolves, true wolves, when pecking order had to be established he’d never fluff his feathers and stride to the front of the line. It wasn’t his temper, it wasn’t his personality. He was fine to do as the younger wolf (Ava) did. Simply sit back and watch their Leader and his Companion emerge, and follow them. As a matter of fact, Mark already knew he’d be rounding out the bottom of the hierarchy, taking up the end as the “omega”. To the very idea he laughed a little inwardly, his eyes having wandered onto that sultry little creature he had encountered first from this bunch. He watched as she frilled, stepping forward proud and dignified, desiring to lead. He wondered how she’d feel about him now, seeing as how he stepped down (not cowardly, but with confidence and utter indifference) when teeth would be bared and brawn be expressed in showing who’d lead. Could she still get so hot and bothered about a man who had no ambition? Still, he wished her luck and watched her with brazen interest nonetheless. It took some kind of spirit to step forward against two burly looking gents, Mark had to give her that. … Not that Daniels had any worry as to her safety. He sensed the two boys wouldn’t play too rough. After all smacking around a lassie when two other ones were present wasn’t quite a good idea. … From where Mark was sitting anyway. Besides, it was unnecessary and uncivil… and though they were beasts, hmm… well he figured humanity would be surprised, how more ‘civil’ the animals were than humans themselves. Amusing it was to think as humans the savage beasts… and not terribly inaccurate as far as Mark was concerned.

Still, this was taking all the longer. Three wolves wanted to be boss. A lass and two gents. One stuck out as wanting boss. The other wouldn’t mind the lesser, but still dignified role of second. The women, it seemed, would be the deciding factor if there was a brawl or not… Interesting, wann’it? He knew in the minds of others there were marking the minx off already, but he had seen enough fights to know brute and brawn was not everything. The sinewy, slinky looking lady could very well fall a titan. Who truly knew? Laying down, Mark wagged his tail readily and willingly. Letting it flick, somewhat high, as he remained attentive to the coming events. Truth be known he was a little surprised how everyone was acting. So cordial, so well-mannered. He smirked to himself thinking about it. Amused he was. Very amused.

[grace]

Seeing there were only two other males that wanted to lead surprised Grace. It surprised her because normally all males would duel it out to be the big cheif, especially when there were ladies present. Very pretty ladies, Grace thought, looking at Ava and Meadhbh. Did Grace think there would be battles over them at the end of the night? Possibly.

Grace was also very surprised that Mark had stepped down, and wondered his reasons. He really wasn't looking for leadership, was he? she mused to herself. Maybe all he wanted was some companionship, which to Grace seemed like a perfect situation. Not only to satisfy him, but to satisfy herself as well. Would he still proceed to send shivers up her spine as before? Maybe. It depended on the other wolves she was about to brawl with. If they dared to show mercy, Grace would simply turn her snout away from them. She had two ruthless older brothers. By now, she definetley knew how to take a hit.

Grace barked at the two other males wanting to take leadership, wagging her tail. She looked forward to what was about to happen. Lowering her stance onto her front paws, Graces butt was up more in the air, her tail still wagging. She barked again and jumped back up, trotting away from the group a little.

Grace looked like a happy puppy, there was no other way to put it. She was stealthy and very lethal, but when preparing herself for a battle over something like leadership, she got very excited. Grace barked twice, edging the other males on. She wanted this to happen, and fast.

[Morrison Whelan]

((I'ma just post with Morry so this fight can end faster ^_^))

Morrison watched the two other wolves who he were looking to vie him for leader for a few more seconds, before twisting around to confront Meadhbh. As their eyes contacted, her tail lifted into the air and wagged back and forth only a few times before dropping back down. To most, this would short display of her wagging tail would make them think that she was less than enthusiastic. But he know that she was ecstatic to see him preparing for this sort of brawl. She just kept her show of emotions very reserved, even when in this freer wolf form, she couldn't seem to let down her guard enough to let anyone know (except Morrison, of course) what she was truly thinking or feeling. He would never push her to more outward though, it made him feel like he had a special connection with her, and if she was comfortable acting the way she did, he wasn't going to force her to change.

Turning his attention away from Meadhbh, he moved over to Grace, who now was moving away from the group and off to the side, jumping as she did. Morrison chuckled softly; it came out as a husky, coughing noise. She looked like a pup, excited to see that it's owners had returned. Despite himself, his tail started to wag; the excitement of others always got to him and he couldn't help but feel happier (he already kept the state of mind that assured he would stay happy, or at least content).

Yet, under his lighthearted show, he was assessing her abilities. She was a fit, little wolf for sure, and seemed fast to boot. He knew if she was faster than him, she could possibly overcome him, but he knew how to use his weight to his advantage, even against the most agile were. He now looked over at the Tah. As he had already guessed, this wolf would perhaps be a match for him, though he seemed content to take second in command, there wasn't that determination in his eyes as Morrison had in his. With a wide grin on his lips, he barked at Tah, beckoning him over. He was ready to get this fight over with.