Maere Main Den

Shutting it´s brown-ish optics open, the male´s pupils darted from side to site, checking his surroundings before allowing a whiny, though quiet yawn to exit his mouth. The name of the predator was Will. Will Graham, to be exact but his surname never mattered for the roughly three years old brute. Whoever got to know him, he´d always introduce himself as only Will. Why? He didn´t know. It just felt uncomfortable for him to reveal his full title. However there was one creature who knew how to address the male by it´s full name. One female he had once loved with his full heart. Quin. A weak smirk, none of a ´oh-what-a-good-time-we-had´ nor was it a ´i-miss-her-so-dreadly´ smile. It was more of a ´it´s-over´ one. Though as quick as it came, Will shook it off with a gingerly shake of his head. They had once loved each other and now? Now her and his pack were sworn enemies. Actually amusing how the entire world could change within moments.
Anyways, he had better things to concentrate on. Things like surviving, recruiting more members for the Maere since it seemed like his duty to rebuild this pack. “Quin may already found some canids...” he uttered, his limbs pushing him off of the ground while he started to pad toward the exit of the cave he called his den. If Quin had already recruited members, Will had to find some as well. “That may require me to be social. Oh well.” But how should he start? There was nothing else for him than waiting until someone may approach him or at least enter his lands. “I´m just talking at them. I´m not listening to them. It´s not social.” Huffing his chest slightly, Will allowed his haunches to touch the blank, icy soil, watching over the main part of his territory; the Nivalis Terrain. Yes, he could stand up and patrol his own land but where was the point? Quin wouldn´t really come over, instead she was out for another fight, though Will was tired of her assertive behavior. And also, she was probably alone, except she really had found some dullards who would join the Hykith. But even if, there was still no point in patrolling the terrain; if she´d come with her recruits, he was actually dead in the water, but if there was no one, it wouldn´t make any sense and he would only waste his energy and time. And so he remainded where he was, staring with a blank expression at the ivory snow in a seated position.

Addressed: - \\ Mentioned: Quin \\ Word Count: 428 \\ Notes: Bleh

Cold, hungry and lonely, that was what he was. The sun shone bright on his pure white coat, yet his tried to stay in the shadows of the trees, afraid the sun might burn him. If you would look at his coat in the bright sunlight, your eyes would surely burn.
There was no sight of grey, black or brown, not even cream; no markings visible in his coat whatsoever. His coat was as pure white as freshly fallen snow.
Malloy sighed, his eyes on the ground, his paws shuffling, dragging dirt along. He whispered and stopped, looking around him to try and make his location clear, but all he saw was blurred shades of green and brown; trees perhaps. He was in a forest, he assumed. And it smelled like a forest; luckily his smell was better than his eyesight.

"Where to go now?", he asked himself and he sighed, letting out yet another whimper. "I'm lost..."
He began to walk again, slowly and carefully, afraid he might stumble over his own paws; he could not even see them clearly.[/color] "Why me!?"
Mallory was panicking, he couldn't take the bad eyesight anymore, he couldn't take the loneliness anymore.
He began to run, faster and faster, not even noticing he entered the border of a territory; he ran too fast to smell it.
He ran and ran until something stopped him. Mallory fell face to ground and groaned.

He slowly and carefully got to his paws after that and looked at the mix of brown and grey; natural colors. Whatever he had bumped into, it looked natural and it felt fluffy. It was big, it breathed, it was alive. It was a wolf.
Just then he smelled the territory scents and began to panic again, eyeing the blurry wolf before him fearfully.
"I... I'm so sorry! No really, I am! I have really bad eyesight, I didn't mean fo this to happen, I swear! I'm sorry!", he blurted out, whimpering and whining, closing his bloodshot eyes as he was ready to get beaten up by whoever this was.

Looking over the terrain he owned, Will took a deep breath before slowly shutting his eyes. Thoughts of his past returned. The scene of him killing Quin´s lover Lucian returned and repeated itself right in his imagination. He had to admit that he wasn´t the most stable guy and during that moment... Well, he had just lost it. He lost himself. Whatever he did for Quin, he always tried to make it best for her, to make her feel safe and some other irrelevant things while that little miss enjoyed herself with the pack´s most popular member; Lucian. He didn´t really felt jealousy rise inside of him as he figured what was going on, no, he felt betrayed. Felt used. Something must´ve been wrong with him and he actually knew it all the time; Quin had told him that all the time that he was sort of abnormal. They weren´t really a model of how to have the perfect relationship since both canines felt uncomfortable with each other and in the end, it led Will to kill the one his love betrayed him with. ´How did I feel while killing Lucian?´ he inquired himself silently in his thoughts, taking another, short, though deep and hesitately breath. “I felt powerful. I felt as if I was god.”
He had been so distracted with his thoughts that William didn´t even paid a tad of attention to his surroundings, what was happening around of him. And soon, he would pay for it. Felling something or rather someone by it´s noises crashing into him, causing him to stumble a bit backwards to not loose his balance, Will´s eyes immediately opened just to find an ivory pelt, just as white as the snow in front of him, blood-ish eyes staring up at him while guilt was written in them. And panic. The male immediately started to apologize, telling William the reasons of why he bumbed into him like that and how sorry he felt for it. All the time his vocals were accompanied by a loud whimper and whine while the brute´s odd pigmented optics were shut. Silently glancing down at the male with the anxious aura, Will didn´t say a thing. He just kept staring at the ivory male. Well, what was he actually supposed to do? There was nothing he could do. Beating that fearful canid only because he had a disability? That would be low, too low for anyone actually.
However, soon a thought of him popped into his mind; what if this canine in front of him was just a spitting image of his fantasy? He had ofteen hallucinated. Could it be possible that this ivory male was just a hallucination as well? There was just one way to find out whether this was just a tricky image of his unstable mind or reality; communication. “H-Hey!” he finally barked. That hey wasn´t really much of a greeting when you meet a friend or so. It was more of a call, a call which awaited for an answer. And that was what Will wanted; an answer. If this was just an imagination, it wouldn´t respond to him or just continue with blabbling some unnecessary shit but if it´d answer correctly, that wolf was reality.
A noise, a very faint noise made Will to flicker one of his receptors. Was another phantasm roaming these lands of him? Or was it actually a real living organismn? A canid, a wolf? Heightening his cranium, Will stared around, raising his voice as he called out, “Who´s there?” He actually didn´t really awaited an answer. It could even be that this wolf in front of him was real but that other one roaming around not. Probably this male would think that Will was a maniac, a real insane guy, what he actually was. But anyways, with his auds still errected, the Alpha awaited an answer of anyone...

Addressed: Mallory, Damian \\ Mentioned: Quin, Lucian \\ Word Count: 650 \\ Notes: Yay

Mallory was panicking, not sure what to expect from this stranger wolf, afraid he might hurt him because he was different, because he didn't belong. Until suddenly a voice got his attention.
‘’H-hey!’’
Mallory perked his ears and looked the male's way, a curious expression in his blood shot eyes. "Um... yes? Are you alright sir? I didn't hurt you, right...?", Mallory responded, sitting down in front of the male and looking him up and down. ‘’Sir?’’
Mallory eyed the male, looking him up and down to make sure there were no wounds or whatever, because Mallory had been pretty reckless. He was a real sweetheart but when panicking he could be rather blunt in his actions, and really strong, running others over and hurting them badly. He was afraid he had caused someone else some wounds again. But this time that didn’t seem the case; this male looked to be fine. Mallory sighed in relief by the thought.
‘’I’m really sorry for running into you, sir. I have a very bad eyesight, I couldn’t see you until it was… well, too late.’’, Mallory kept on saying, apologizing some more. But then he noticed this male wasn’t really paying any attention; he seemed to be occupied with something else.

Mallory sniffed the air around him, smelling the scent of yet another wolf, a stranger. Even though Mallory couldn’t see clearly, due this he had gotten a great sense of smell; he could smell better than wolves with normal to good eyesight, because he had learned to focus on smells instead of views, over the last year.
He looked at the other male wolf who seemed to be occupied with this new scent and Mallory being the sweet and caring wolf poked the male’s shoulder with his nose, smiling at him as he sat there in front of him.
‘’Who’s there?’’, the male asked, still not really paying attention to Mallory, so Mallory decided to open his mouth and speak up.
‘’I guess another wolf.’’, he said simply, still smiling, his tailtip wagging. He looked the male up and down again, wondering what else he could say to him. Mallory wasn’t really much of a speaker, he was really shy, but not one wolf to be on his own; he preferred company over loneliness, but he preferred listening over speaking. ‘’I’m Mallory by the way… Who are you?’’, he began, swallowing as he eyed the male in front of him nervously. ‘’Do you think I’m weird? Crazy? Scary…? Different…?’’

While awaiting for the one who lurked around the two canids to finally show himself, Will´s receptors flickered while he heard the voice of the ivory male who had run into him mere moments ago, ‘’I guess another wolf.’’ His dull gaze hit the blood-ish one of the intruder before he simply whispered, “I, I know.” The eyes of the male first looked up at the Alpha just to lower themselves at the ground again before he introduced, ‘’I’m Mallory by the way… Who are you?’’ “Will.” only one word exited his mouth after a sigh had, however, Mallory continued with a now more nervous tone, ‘’Do you think I’m weird? Crazy? Scary…? Different…?’’ Eyeing the male with a tad of confusion glimmering in tawny optics while he tilted his head slightly to the side. Why was he confronting Will with such a question? Shaking the thought off of his mind, he blinked to return his rather blank expression before answering, “Yes. We, we all are... different and sometimes.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, hinting clearly something, “Sometimes, we all are scary.”
That was when the other voice had finally answered him, however, it was more of a good-for-nothing one. "I'm fine, who are you?" Interesting, how many somewhat strange canids had entered his territory that day. A wolf with albinismn and now a somewhat distant one. However, Will gave no answer to that call, he only stood there, waiting for the source of the sound to show itself and soon, it or better he did; A well built, predominantely black pigmented canine, his size was enormous. "Who am I...just another wolf abroad, looking for some...company" the obsidian male with the several brighter markings said once more, but the Alpha remainded silent. ´Company... Why is everyone looking for company...´ he questioned himself silently while cocking his head to the side and observing the male´s structure; a fairly muscles male, however his exterior seemed more powerful than his interior, judging by his words and behavior he rather seemed more cautious than ambitious. “The name is Will. You two are trespassing the territory of Maere, the clan I am leading.” Even though he was clearly addressing both, his voice seemed rather distant, as if he wasn´t even talking at them at all. However, he was. And we´d wait for an answer of them whether leaving or them staying. Whatever it´d be, he wouldn´t much care... 

Addressed: Mallory, Damian \\ Mentioned: - \\ Word Count: 404 \\ Notes: Ay

Mallory looked at this wolf hopefully, wondering what he would say, how he would respond to him. The white coated male was so nervous, oh so nervous and scared. He listened to his words, introducing himself as Will. As Will continued to speak Mallory held his breath, unsure about the outcome of his next words.
‘’Yes. We, we all are... different and sometimes. Sometimes, we all are scary.’’, Will responded and Mallory tilted his head at him, a confused look in his eyes. However, that confused look didn’t take long, as Mallory began to smile weakly and wagged his tail.
‘’Yeah, I… I guess you’re right. Thank you, Will.’’, Mallory responded weakly. The albino wolf guessed Will was a very smart wolf, very respectful towards others. In his eyes Will was a perfect leader. After all he had accepted the presence of a monster, a monster he didn’t chase off, not at all.
For the first time in his life Mallory felt accepted, liked, respected, safe. If only he could stay in this pack forever; he would have someone that cared about him and give him right to speak, to live, to be free. If only Will would let him stay forever Mallory could finally be happy forever.

‘’Once again, thank you, Will.’’, he said once more, before he heard a voice coming from some trees and bushes not too far away from them. Mallory’s body tensed and he lifted his tail a little, taking a step back. he wasn’t sure about this wolf hiding in the shadows, he was afraid. What if this wolf was dangerous? What if he would attack them? What if he didn’t accept Mallory for what he looked like and found him a monster just like Mallory found himself.
This wolf asked who they were, and told them he was looking for company. Mallory tilted his head to the side again, his bloodshot eyes staring the way the figure stood. It was a blackish coated wolf, with grey in his coat as well. He seemed alright, but Mallory still wasn’t really sure about him. However, that didn’t mean Mallory had to be respectful towards him and hide his name from this wolf.
‘’Hello, I’m Mallory.’’, the white coated wolf spoke, a weak smile on his face, his tailtip wagging only slightly; the tension was still visible all over his body, fear in his red eyes. ‘’Who are… you?’’
Then Mallory heard Will speak again, lifting his head to look at the big wolf. He was leading this clan, he told them. So Mallory had been right; this one wolf called Will truly was a leader. However, Mallory didn’t smell any other wolves nearby, nor was there any sort of pack scent, really. Looking around a bit worriedly and confused, he looked back at Will and asked: ‘’A clan, you say? Where are the other wolves…?’’
He sat down, his tail curling around his body and he swallowed, eyeing the sandy ground as he shifted his paws. ‘’I’m sorry… it’s just… I’m rather curious. And I’m sorry for trespassing as well. I didn’t notice I was in a pack territory until I bumped into you, Will. You see, my eyesight is pretty bad, so I can barely see, everything is a blur… But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t have smelled your territory flagging; I was panicking at that time because I didn’t know where I was. I’m sorry…’’