the Silent Killer (acceptance)

[jaksen]

The lithe form of a darker colored wolf weaved through the woods silently as the male stalked a small dying deer. He kept his distance from the frail animal but kept it within his senses. Light grey ears were perked ahead of him as he stepped one paw infront of the other, softly treading it on the new soil upon which he had never entered before. His mind was too caught up on the dying animal ahead of him than any of the surroundings. He knew he was somewhere else, but cared little because there was no immediate threat that made itself present to him.

The deer layed its sickly body down on the cold wet ground and panted. It's eyes were clouded over and there was a deep red clotted area just above the shoulder. This gave the male the clue that it was a human that had injured the animal. Teal eyes were fixated on the dying animal. He started to creep upon the animal. It's ears spun around and perked to where he was comming from and he froze where he was. Not even the breeze that came through made his muscles move an inch.

The deer's heart raced as it knew there was something or someone there, but it was loosing its senses and started to fade in and out of conciousness."from the looks of its eyes and the blood clotted around the mouth, it has a collapsed lung, most likely caused by the attack of a human. Looks like a spear like object, or maybe even a bow and arrow." the male thought to himself as he began to approach it again.

Just as he made his way infront of it, its heart could take no more and the small animal died infront of him. The scent of death wafted into the male's nostrils and he wrinkled his nose as it became overbearing for a quick moment. He sat down infront of it. letting his tail fall where it pleased as he examined the outer layer of the animal. His ears were keeping out for anyone who might be watching him or another creature new him.

[smartie]

I'll reply with Greyback shortly Jaksen!

[greyback]

Greyback sauntered across the territory like he owned the place. He was certainly throwing his bulk about today. Each time he lifted a paw it was quickly slammed back down upon the marshy earth in anger. Greyback, an old member of Sallin was becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of activity within the land. Where was every one these days? No matter where you went, silence followed. It was as if everyone else had died, leaving him on his own to defend the territory from intruders. Snorting, the warrior stopped and looked to the break in the trees; up at the sky.

It was dark, and the moonlight parted the clouds in its wake. Silhouettes splitting through the gaps in the branches illuminated the warriors rough, grey and white pelt. Scars from many fights and spars were stricken across his pelt. He treasured them all; they were reminders of everything that he had been through. For those who did not know him, it would take a glance at him to realise the tough life he had been through, and so he was not to be messed with. At least, that is the impression that he hoped went across to such individuals.

Sniffing at the air as he observed the space above him, a stench that repulsed him wafted to his nostrils. Shaking his head in disgust, the brute glared about him. Ears pricking up in alert, the powerful beast suddenly sprung forward and darted elegantly across the land. His muscles rippled against his bones as he moved; his fur bounced on his skin. Leaves and water parted about his feet as he dashed across the marshy earth in pursuit of the smell. It was not just the familiar scent of death that had come to him, it was also the scent of another that traveled with it.

Who dared intrude upon the lands of Sallin?

Slowing down now, the male rasped for breath. He had somewhat overworked his muscles just now leaping over a fallen log which was covered with a plush layer of moss and fungus. There. His head spun on his shoulders and his body followed. He slithered to wards the shadow that casted behind a high plant who's vines had wrapped themselves around two wilting trees of the land. Peering around the side, he saw a male, sitting before an animal. By the smell of it, it had recently died, and it was apparent that it was not by natural cause that it had departed. A growl escaped his lips and he plunged forward.

Breaking through the plant, leaves and nettles spluttered into the air around him. Vines sliced his rough fur, and he snarled angrily at the trespasser. How dare this beast come upon the lands of Nightshade and Kaine, and kill there game!? Jumping to the conclusion that the wolf had killed the animal for pleasure, he bristled his fur and tensed his muscles ready to pounce if he should run. In a deep, rumbling voice, Greyback spat at the male in distaste.

" How dare you come upon these lands and kill our game! Just who do you think you are?! "

[blackrage]

[[Mind if I bring Halloween in here?]]

Ah, the thick, death-ridden forests and mountains of Sallin. A place of cruel wolves that had not much more desire than killing for the fun of it. A place of war and shame. Being that came to these lands and were found un-worthy or to kind, were either thrown out or, even more possible, killed if they didn't listen. The stink of carrion was swept all through the lands by wind that was even cruel. A place of evil. The land of cold-hearted demons.

A place that Halloween was sure he belonged.

His black-colored paws carried him swiftly and silently through and across the mountains, sneaking past other wolves that seemed to live here..or just die here moments later. Their blood swathed over his jaws, the fresh feeling of joy that welled up inside him whenever he chose to -and kill- another wolf that didn't deserve to live in such a land that only fostered the strong and cunning, dis-regarding and slaying the weak and those who couldn't stand to be ruled by a higher power. But those wolves were not Halloween. He was the very meaning of pure evil.

Turning away from his last victim whom was one of those few mentioned earlier, he snarled softly under his breath. The self-proclaimed demon of a wolf stood firm, Halloween-colored pelt and haunting, orange eyes shone in the moonlight stationed above. The male lifted his head to the stars and called out to them, pouring out his song to all that could hear and all that would come. But even through all this, it called particularly to one wolf.

Alpha Nightshade.

But not long after he howled, his nose found another sent, the sent of other wolves, and a sudden voice. That voice sounded en-raged. Picking up his feet and putting them back down in a endless rhythm, he set off to see what was happening. The mute wolf soon found the scene of all the trouble, two wolves it seemed, and a deer carcass. Hmm...now what was going on here? Halloween trotted right up to the grey-colored one and sat. Watching the other wolf with a slight interest. Who was he? From Halloween's point of view, the wolf looked somewhat like his brother, Blade, who he presumed was somewhere here in Sallin, he just didn't have a clue where. But he knew it wasn't Blade. He'd also came here for acceptance, but didn't know if these wolves were already members of the pack or if they might be looking for the same wolf he was. He let a smirk travel across his jaw.

[jaksen]

Mourge's analysis of the carcass would have to hold off as he heard the thundering of paws towards him. His ears spun around and immediatly told him it was a rather large wolf with toned muscles and one that could easily kick his butt in any fight. he spun his teal colored eyes to the oncomming light grey wolf. He simply sat there and watched as the other approached violently. His fur rustled with the sudden gust of wind that the other male produced.

He said nothing. He sat there with his back to the wolf and his teal eyes gleaming in the moonlight. His breathing was regular and the sudden and rude entrance that the other made seemed as though it had no effect on him. He had witnessed death many times, and not ever having any friends nor anyone to teach him what fear was, it almost seemed as though he had no emotions. His eyes were scanning the scars that the larger male carried upon his pelt. Thinking to himself he was calculating what animal and how much force was used to make each mark. After a brief moment of examining the light grey wolf he looked directly into his green eyes and spoke but one word. "Mourge" His attention was drawn back to the carcass as he simply sat there and continued to examine it, determining how old it was and if it had any past injuries.

The rustle of another wolf came to Mourge's ears and he simply glanced over his shoulder to the new commer. This other male had a unique colored pelt, almost halloween like. This seemed to intrest him as he got up and turned to face the both of them. Looking back at the grey wolf and quickly back at the deer he spoke yet again, but his voice almost seemed as if it were a wisper and eerie because of it, as if death himself was speaking."The carcass was caused by humans, not I" he reassured the grey wolf as his gaze came back to the darker colored one.

His eyes once again taking in the sight of a new wolf that had made his presence known but did not make it in such a rude way as the other. In a sort of way he bowed to the darker one for not making himself out to be such a jerk, yet his eyes were fixated on Halloween's bright orange eyes. They were almost mezmerizing. He shook his head lightly and looked back at the other. He sensed no danger from Halloween, but was afraid that the other male might do something rash. He simply blinked awaiting retaliation from the grey male. His emotions had none and he seemed as though he were a statue, waiting for the others to respond.The breeze came through the chilling air and moved the long strands of orangy tan dipped white fur that hung in his face.

[greyback]

"Mourge."

Greyback snapped his jaws shut, clenched his powerful teeth togetehr and eyed the wolf carefully. As their eyes connected, he narrowed his own as a name was stated. At least he had the courage to reply. The emotionless, mysterious impression that the other put across to the warrior angered him slightly. How he could sit there and not bat an eyelid at one as intimidating as he thought he was, was beyond Greyback. Bristling his scruff, he threw back his head, as the sound of another approaching grabbed his attention. Licking his blood stained teeth, he veered around on the spot and eyed the other. Who was this? Was... was this some form of ambush? No... neither of them hold themselves in such a stance as to assassinate him, or harm him. Chuffing, Greyback sneered and looked to Mourge, as he spoke once again.

"The carcass was caused by humans, not I."

What the hell was up with this guy? Speaking in such a monotonous voice... without expression... what, was he some form of the living dead? He certainly did not smell of one, and if he did, it was drowned by the rotting carcass lying before them. A human eh? What was a human doing straying near to the lands of Sallin? A death wish perhaps? Smirking, the warrior backed away between the two, so that both now stood, or sat before him. Keeping his back to any of the two males was a dangerous move to make, and he was not prepared to take a hit he could have so easily prevented. Flicking his tail in obvious irritation, his pupils bounced from between them as the stood there. Annoyance grew in his expression, and he bucked his head back and growled.

" Well, what are you doing just staring at it then, Mourge? " he snorted, and turned his head to the other. Who he was, Greyback did not know, but he had a familiar feature to him. Observing him momentarily, he came to the conclusion that he had infact seen him before... or had he? Blade? Narrowing his lime green eyes, he peered for a another minute. Yes, it was Blade. No, he just looked like him. Being one of Sallin's oldest residing residents, he knew every face, every one in the pack. It was up to him to know these things, otherwise, how else would he distinguish his enemies from his allies? Snorting, again, he rolled his eyes. " What do you want, what are you staring at? " he barked to the other male, with a deep vouice.

[greyback]

[ Jaksen, would you like to skip Blackrage's turn and pretend that Halloween was never here? It has been a long time o-o ]

[jaksen]

Mourge flipped one ear in the direction of the much larger wolf. He said nothing for a moment as he stood and walked around to where the deer had been shot and injured, diggin his nose and then muzzle into the wound and began searching around. The stentch of the carcass and the blood from it running up a tad in his nose did not seem to bother him.

He nuzzled around a bit more inside the deer before he clamped his jaws shut on an object. He stopped everything he was doing and simply looked up at Greyback, then slowly pulled out the piece of arrow that was the killer of the deer and spat it at Greyback's paws.

Mourge just stood there watching the other wolf intently with emotionless eyes and no expression upon his face. But the gesture that he just made was that of 'i told you so'. Blood dripped from Mourge's muzzle for a bit before he shook his head and sneezed so that the blood was no longer up his nose. He didnt particularily like the feeling, but he wouldnt want the blood to dry in his nose and then cause the odd wolf pain.

[greyback]

Watching with slightly curiousty, he stood in his spot and cocked a brow. What was he doing? Making a feeble attempt to eat the deer inside out? Daft mutt, he thought and moved slightly to the left so he could get a better view of what Mourge was doing. As the mysterious wolf then drew back his maw with an arrow clenched firmly between his teeth, Greyback merely stared. He jumped backwards slightly as the bloody arrow was spat at his toes and tutted a little. He didn't mind mud on his perfectly white paws, but he did not want the blood of this no doubt diseased game all over him.

" I knew a human had killed it daft wolf, there are no apparent animal bites or such on its body " growled the warrior. Being proved wrong did not go down well with him. Growling he turned and began pacing from side to side with his head held low. A scowl was of his features, and his tail wavered erected in the air as he moved. What was he going to do with this wolf? And this meat? He wasn't going to eat it for sure, never did touch anything touched by humans. They carried diseases which caused slow painful deaths, that was what he believed.

" Uck. What are you doing in these lands Mourge? What do you want? " he spat turning and looking down on the wolf with narrowed eyes. " If it's that dead carcass you're here for, then you can take it. Doubt any folk here are going to want to eat it after humans have touched it. " They probably would have wanted to eat it actually, but Greyback reckoned that no one would want to eat it if he did not want to eat it. " Go on, take it mister and get out if you have no real purpose here. "

[jaksen]

Mourge narrowed his eyes at the larger more dominant male, but he did so in such a way that even the dead would turn over in their graves. His eyes remained emotionless, but a deadly stare came from them. This gesture was that to Greyback's remark that he had already knew what had killed the game. Such an arrogant wolf trying to make themselves look better if anyone was watching didnt set well with Mourge, he found it to be degrading to the lupus kind.

His gaze stayed attatched to the larger male as he strode around and paced with dominance prominent. Mourge made no attempt to go after such a wolf but did continue to gaze at him with destinction. His ears twitched when the other spoke of purposes. "I followed the game here. I have no purpose anywhere. I travel from land to land, seeking acceptance... His voice was quite calm and somewhat unsettling to the ears, but it was not harsh in any terms...mere queerie. "And as for the carcass...the humans did not touch it...i was there when the animal was hit with the arrow" Mourge said once again to correct the grey wolf infront of him.

He said nothing to the last statement that Greyback made, he simply stood in his place, his teal colored eyes watching him closely.

[greyback]

if Greyback knew any better, Mourge was not pleased with his behaviour. If he knew any better, he would not have cared anyway. Turning his head just as Mourge began the staring of narrowed eyes, and he only turned and looked back at him when he began to speak. Greyback could smell what he believed to be the horrid scent of humans wafting through the land. Growling, he looked about uneasy before finally turning around to watch the intruder.

Ears folding, he cocked a brow to the male as he spoke of acceptance searching. Everyone these days seemed to want in on Sallin. Obviously. They were the greatest pack in history, so Greyback believed, and he believed quite a lot of things. As for the carcass, he was determined to stay firmly on the idea that humans still touched it. " They touched the arrow didn't they? So therefore, when the arrow touched the animal, so did the human, get it? " he growled, answering the statements in reverse order. " As for acceptance seeking... are you seeking acceptance here, in the great pack of Sallin? " he asked in a gruff voice.

[jaksen]

Mourge simply blinked his eyes slowly once Greyback started to speak in reverse of his own previous statement. From what he heard from the other wolf thus far was that he was purely all brawn and no brains. He perked a brow and took a deep breath of the Sallin air and replied softly annoyed by the larger wolf's blind views. " Are you deaf to the ears my lad? I seek acceptance anywhere. Would not Anywhere include the lands of Sallin?" He was starting to get very annoyed by Greybacks simple ways.

((sorry it so short))

[greyback]

Greyback gave Mourge a peculiar look. Was he softening up these days? His temper seemed not to be so short as it used to be. Was he becoming more tolerant? Heh, he thought, lucky for them. By now he would have probably ripped the throat out of this mysterious wolf, but he was learning absent mindedly that different characters have different personalities that he would need to accept.

Quickly, the warrior shifted and circled Mourge. So he wanted acceptance in Sallin? Well, telling from his build, he looked like he would be useful, or a great asset to Nightshade with proper training and preperation. Smirking, he nodded his head at the wolf as he came around his right side. " So, you want to be accepted in Sallin. " Greyback was merely confirming what Mourge had said. Not necessarily repeating in the warrior's opinion.

" Well Mourge. You know what you are getting yourself into? We tred carefully around our high rankers, and our warriors of course. " he smirked and gave him a grin, where his canines seemed to twinkle a little despite the fact that they were stained a very light pink from past battles and hunts. " We do not care for the likes of dogs, or half mutts. They are despised by our Alpha Nightshade who basically rules the roost here. " Moving infront of the male, he gave him a sly smile.

" Sure you want to join us, Mourge? "

[jaksen]

Mourge simply stood there and perked a brow again to Greyback's particular look. He was growing impatient and probably would have soon left if Greyback had not started to move. His mindset was that of constant mystery. He never really gave any expressions and didnt seem as though he had a temper of any sort, let alone any feelings at all.

Mourge followed Greyback's movements with his eyes and his head, but did not move from his place. He moved his head back to his right side and followed him once again with a distant look. His ears twitched slighly when Greyback seemed to be confirming to himself what Mourge had said earilier. This made him think that Greyback wasnt so tough as he made himself out to be. Only, to Mourge it made him look a bit less bright than possibly the rest of the pack he had yet to meet.

"I do know what i am getting myself into, and i give respect where respect is due. As for treading lightly, for me there is no such thing. I tread as i please; but i do not let my treading get in the way of giving respect. Understand you that." Mourge spoke in response to Greyback. His expression was still emotionless as he spoke but his tone showed that he truely ment what he was talking about. As Greyback showed his bloodstained teeth, Mourge had no reaction. In his past he had seen far bloodier stained teeth than this large grey male posed to. "As for mutts, i have no rebuttle. I hold all creatures equally for we all die and decompose." for a short instant Mourge lowered his head and his teal eyes seemed to glow abnormaly as he grinned a toothy and spooky grin. "And the decomposition part of life is what i intrest myself in the most. Watching how different tactics can kill creature. The way they die. How they react when confronted with the thought of death tickles me pink." Mourge, as he spoke was slowly starting to approach Greyback; but he was telling his story so intently to the point of where Greyback would only focus on his voice and his eyes.

Soon he was almost snout to snout with the large male as he said his last word and took a step back, letting him take in all that he had said. " Yes, sir Sallin Warrior; i would be more than thrilled to join Mistress Nighshade's pack." he said lastly with a grin at Greyback.

[greyback]

Greyback just stood, shocked almost as he listened to the wolf speak. Well, he certainly had alot to say for himself that was for sure thought the brute. He was not even half listening to be honest. Rolling his eyes at one point or another he sighed here and there then nodded his head when the male had finished speaking. Some things had gotten through to him, but others, well he had chosen not to listen at parts. Despite the fact that he had tried not to listen, he had infact sub consciously followed the male's eyes and he had remained quiet until his last sentence. Flicking his tongue along his bared set of teeth he watched Mourge.

" Well. " he spoke sternly. " I'm sure Alpha Nightshade would be glad to have a wolf such as yourself amongst her ranks Mourge. " he replied plainly. Greyback did not know that his 'simple ways' where somewhat of an irritant to this one. That was the old warriors ways though, and he probably would never chance. He would remain the same until he drew final breath and his blood ran cold in his veins. Smiling, he replayed some sentences mentally. This wolf would go about however he pleased. Exactly as a Sallin would should do. If you went about kissing the feet of those around you, you would not survive a day in this pack.

Mourge had what it taked. Greyback recognised this.