Enter Lark

[Lark]

Three Days Ago

He hadn't been expecting such extensive flooding of his pack lands, and when his eyes bore witness to the drowned forest, Lark felt an overwhelming sense of loss. The thickets and winding pathways the trees created had been his home for years and they were lost beneath the swollen stretches of the river. The rains had been unforgiving that year, and the effects of the torrent had been tragic. Lark supposed that's what they got for choosing a land at such a low elevation. The white-faced wolf could only hope that his pack had made it out alive.

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The Third Day

After searching for many hours for trace of his pack, Lark had given up. Any scents or evidence had been washed away by the violent weather. It was with a heavy heart that he left the drowned grove, leaving his home behind for what would be the last time. Perhaps there was a chance that Lark knew where his pack was headed, to the North, but that information was limited to the wolf himself. His intentions had never truly been clear to his family; He was a dreamer, one who looked towards the sky and spent the day lost in the clouds. Maybe he really could have gave a larger effort to track them, his pack and family, down but it fast became obvious that he would not make that effort. The storm and flood had afforded him a chance he would not pass up; Lark could truly explore now and sate his appetite for the unknown.

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Present Day

Lark had never been in such a strange terrain before. His world of green had been replaced by red clay and rock -- the Bloodback Mountains were quite the wonder to behold. The white-faced wolf was rather intimidated by the area, as was clear in his body posture. His ears flickered back and each sound and he would go so far as to jerk back if something really startled him. Ever the meek wolf, Lark wasn't the type to posture and put on a false bravado. He was what he was...and at that moment the wolf was all shades of nervous. Lark had wanted to see more of the world and explore and that's what he was doing, but new things were often met with trepidation.

The wolf scented the air, drawing what information he could from the various smells. It was apparent wolves were within the area, along with other animals, but Lark wasn't sure of their proximity. Some scents were stronger than others and such. He continued to amble around the area, sniffing here and there, hesitant and curious all at once. Lark could have howled and garnered a response, but he hardly ever used such a tactic. He was a quiet wolf by nature, content with taking things as they came along.

Lark became preoccupied with a hole in the ground he'd found and had since began digging at it. His puppyish curiosity demanded he find out what lived in that strange little burrow.

[Zoid]

The figure moved silently along the landscape. Dark, almost black eyes scanned the mountains for anyone and anything. Nothing but clay and rock laid before her. She felt alone in the big place, but it did not frighten her. The scent of ground squirrels and rabbits was faint, but another smell was strong and all over the place: wolves. Everywhere was at least one trail that belonged to one wolf. She could probably follow them for ages and still never find the end of the wispy tracks. Shaking her head free of such nonsense, she turned her head. The sun gave away her position by making the silver gem embedded within her forehead shine brightly like a beacon. It practically screamed, 'Here I am! See me now?' Pity she had forgotten to cover it with dirt.

A twig snapped ahead of her. The blue wolf raised her head, perking her red ears toward the source of the sound. Before her was another wolf. He was the shades of gray. There might be some brown on his muzzle, but she couldn't tell, for his head was turning too quickly. Puzzled and curious, she trotted toward the fellow. He was currently digging at a small burrow. Dirt flew through the air and landed with soft splats against the ground behind Lark. She moved around him, kicking pebbles and purposely snapping twigs so he would know she was there. It wasn't as if she could hide anyways. Her red and navy fur made sure of that. Coming close to him, she stopped, for she didn't want to get too close. He might be dangerous after all. Zoid stood and waited for him to look at her. Her tail flicked while she watched him.

[Lark]

Oh, now that was quite the interesting smell! He'd never before come across such a scent as the one emanating from the burrow in question. Whatever creature lived within the hole was spared from any for undue destruction of their home when something else caught the wolf's attention. A few snaps and displaced rocks harkened the arrival of another. Scooting back from his excavation site, Lark moved until he was on relatively level ground ( his front paws had been in the hole before) and turned to face whoever it was that caused the ruckus.

Lark blinked in disbelief at the sight that greeted him. The wolf before him bore the colors that he had earlier only witnessed within flowers and the twilight sky. Being the friendly wolf that he was, Lark dipped his muzzle in a short, curt greeting. He stood before the burrow as if trying to hide it from view. He'd found it first and as far as Lark was concerned, that meant he had first dibs -- assuming the other was the least bit interested in it., and she probably wasn't.

His ears flattened for just a second and he met her black gaze evenly.
"Oh, hello there," Lark said, his voice soft with an underlying friendly tone.

[Zoid]

"Oh, hello there." His tone was soft, but his voice had a friendliness in it that she had not heard in a long time. Her red ears perked toward him as she shifted on her paws, her silver claws digging into the ground as support. His colors were average, and she'd been right. There was brown on his muzzle, and it wasn't from the dirt either. There was a curious marking there as well, but she pushed such ideas and questions from her mind of what it could be. She took a step forward and stopped. She did not want him to run away.

The navy wolf dipped her head in greeting. Raising it, she met his golden eyes. No pupils? How queer. Her tail flicked as she said, "Hello." The red ears twitched, showing her slight nervousness. Lifting her head toward the sky, she commented, "Nice day for bothering voles.. don't you think?" Her head cocked as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. "The burrow.. it belongs to a vole." She cleared her throat as her mind quipped, Well this is awkward. "...The name is Zoid.. what might yours be?" She looked at him, blinking softly while her deep black eyes bore into his rich golden ones.

[Breakbone]

And just about then, Breakbone came trotting down the rocky terrain without a single mistep. His paws, as were all Native bloodbacks', where thick and the pads were rough for their habitat. The mountains were a lovely place, but it was hard one some other wolves' paws. Breakbone's structure resembled that of a true bloodback. Large, muscular, yet still sleek enough to move agily. He was an impressive wolf, so it wasn't much of a mystry as to why so many females had been joining suddenly. When it came to instincts, Breakbone seemed to be the one females looked to for mating, his genes would make good, healthy pups. But, the alpha had never chosen a mate, and still had doubts he ever would.

When he had just accepted another stranger into his lands, scents of two more caught his nose. One female, one male. He was thankful to smell the male' scent. Females were starting to outnumber the males. He wanted his pack to have an equal number of both sexes. The alpha was a little shocked when he saw the two. One was marked with colors he didn't know a wolf could ever bear, and the other looked very Aryian. This was different, indeed.

Breakbone neared the two of them, and stopped about four or five feet away for now. This blue and red wolfess was just... wild. Definately from lands far away.

"Greetings, strangers." His head dipped slightly to them, but he remained in his alpha posture. "Apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I must know your business on my lands."

[Lark]

Ah, so she hadn't been after the burrow after all. Lark relaxed and sat down, which proved to be a big mistake. His rump fell snuggly into the hole Lark had just been digging in, putting the wolf in a rather awkward and uncomfortable position. Blinking, the wolf pushed on his forelimbs to free himself and stumbled forward, nearly crashing into Zoid. He gave a quiet snicker as he moved away and back, this time sitting besides the burrow as opposed to in it.

" Oh, is that what lives in there?" The male said, pleased to be awarded with that tidbit of information. He frowned slightly as he realized that he didn't know what a "vole" was. Perhaps it was related to a mole? " Oh, I'm Lark...nice to meet you...hey? Is a vole like...a rabbit or a mo---" His question was cut short as a rather intimidating looking male came upon them.

Immediately the Ayrian adopted a submissive stance, ears tucked back and tail between his legs. It was obvious by the way the other male carried himself that he was of substantial importance within the mountain. Lark offered a dip of his head and gave what was a sheepish grin.

" No reason to apologize sir, I was just investigating the burrow," He said as he jerked his head in the direction of the hole, " And she," Lark began, looking towards Zoid," Was investigating me...investigating the burrow."

[Breakbone]

Curious he was of the Aryian-marked wolf. He was very submissive. Moreso than most strangers were. Then again, Aryians were more gentle than Bloodbacks and often were more submissive as it was. That was assuming the male was Aryian. But then he started to wonder why an aryian would be leaving it's own lands to join with his? Perhaps this male didn't like his packmates, or the terrain of the forest. Maybe he wanted more adventure.

The alpha chuckled ever so slightly at his reaction, and then his reply. Breakbone would enjoy this one if he decided to stay. Reminded him of his dear omega Pisca. And it was a break, a nice break, to have a more gentle and relaxed wolf. Honostly he was starting to tire of all the females coming in boasting their strength. Bloodbacks needed strength, but they needed compassion, fun, and humour as well.

"I see. Do tell, are you Aryian, wolf? If so then why have you come onto my lands with what seem like intentions to join the pack here?" Not that it was a bad thing. He was only curious.
Then his attention shifted to the oddly colored fae with bright blue and red.
"And you... well, I've never seen a wolf with colors of the springtime flowers. Where is it that you come from?"

[Shroxx]

Zoid

Her head turned as the large male strolled into the area. His muscles rippled with movement and he radiated with power. Her ears flattened against her head while it lowered into a nod of respect and submission. Her tail, once lazily high, now drooped low and the tip nearly touched the ground. "I come from Rakuen." She replied. "It is far away from here.. but I have left to explore the lands and see the sights. Your territory, sir, is marvelous." Zoid added. The female sat down on her haunches. "My name is Zoid."

[Toksyc]

Breakbone

His attention then darted back to the brightly colored fae as he listened to her brief explaination of he origins. Rakuen. His ears twitched in thought. He had heard of that land before far far away. It carried in the winds and from birds migrating from other lands. Breakbone listened to them chatter and gossip. He listened to everything he could.
"Rakuen... if I recall the meaning of that is 'paradise', correct?" Head canted slightly. Yes. He was a wise alpha although he often played like any normal wolf when relaxed. "I have also heard it's a place many wolves seek in other lands. In these lands we have our own paradise, but unfortunately it's not the type of paradise you'd imagine." Ambers gazed off to the forests far beyond the Aryian's lands. "However, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am grateful you have chose my territory to roam to."

(So short x.x)

[Lark]

Lark listened quietly as the others spoke, awaiting his turn to answer the alpha's question. His eyes moved to Zoid and he wondered how such a colorful creature could survive out in the wild. He'd imagine that such a bright coat would catch the eye of a prey animal, making hunting a difficult endeavor. Perhaps she only hunted at night; that made more sense in the Ayrian's mind, in any case. Lark's musings came to an end as his turn to speak arrived. The white-faced wolf offered the alpha a sheepish smile and a nod.

"Yes, I'm an Ayrian. I was part of a pack that detached from the main group. They moved on after the water flooded the grove; I've no clue where they are," That wasn't the truth, entirely. Lark had a suspicion that they were far North with a brother pack, but he just hadn't searched them out. He tilt his head as he thought, mulling over the idea of joining the pack. Lark liked the territory and knew that other, less friendly wolves lurked in other lands. It was best if he found safety within kinder folk.

" I'd be honored to join your pack, sir alpha. My name is Lark."

[Breakbone]

Alpha Breakbone sat down on his haunches and shifted his large paws to a more comfortable position. The Alpha was tired, but tried his best not to show it. He had welcomed so many newcommers... he was just so tired. Unfortunately Shadow wasn't social enough to approach a stranger. Breakbone had no problem with this, but he needed help. Anyway, once the Aryian spoke, he listened once more.

"I remember that day. Many Aryians were split apart that aweful day. Just as my pack was split when the whitebacks made a sudden attack on us. I welcome you into my lands gratefully, as an ally to your origins, but could you tell me what you bring to my pack in these times of tension? I can see you both come and bring good intentions. It is rare an Aryian ever turns back on their own kind, and for a wolf so brightly colored, I don't see you making much success in a pack like Chicotah.." He glanced over to Zoid.

Perhaps he could appoint one of them to his assistant. He had considered putting Pisca there for quite some time, but the little Omega was happy with his rank. Ah... he didn't know quite yet. At the moment he needed rest. Once these two were delt with, he was off to his den for a nap, defiantely.

"And Also, there is war in our future, we're all sure. Would you be ready and willing to be at our side in times of war?"

[Lark]

(( I recieved permission from Zoid to post out of turn))

Lark tilt his head and listened quietly to the large alpha's words. He was no stranger to the aggressive nature of the whitebacks and chicotahs. His mother and uncles had told him stories of their ferocity and warned the young Lark that they should be avoided at all costs -- especially if he was out wandering on his own.

" I am here by mere chance, sir. I was not with my family when they moved on from the flooded lands; I returned later when they were gone." Lark spoke softly, eyes flitting up to meet Breakbone's gaze. The bigger wolf was wondering why, perhaps, Lark hadn't stayed or searched out his packmates. The white-faced wolf could only offer a sheepish expression, for his answer was not the greatest one.

" I believe in my heart that my family is alive and well, I just wanted to take this chance to explore out on my own," Lark offered, eyes dropping to the side at his mentioning of the impending battles. While not aggressive or blood thirsty, Lark could hold his own in a fight. He was also in full support of stopping the spread and influence of the more violent wolves. He'd heard rumors that some killed just for the thrill of it, taking down more prey than what was necessary.

Lifting his head and meeting the Alpha's gaze once more, Lark gave a solemn nod.

" Yes, I would be ready and willing to stand at your side -- ally of the Ayrians." The wolf meant his words and would stick by them should they be put to the test.

[Breakbone]

(Zoid said for us just to go on without her cause she's dealing with some crap. D: )

"Hmm..." Breakbone pondered. If what this Aryian said was true, he would make a good scout, having wandered so far, and haivng a liking for wandering. Or Omega. Pisca would like him. But Breakbone thought a scout would be better. That way he could roam the mountains as he wished and meet plenty of new faces, possibly travel with Pisca.

"You are a good wolf, as most Aryians are. I will accept you into my lands and appoint you as a Scout. I'm sure you know what a scout does?" It wasn't a hard thing. Walk around, keep an eye out for strangers, keep out strangers until a higher rank came, and warn the alpha of enemies. Simple stuff.
(So short ;-

[Lark]

(( sorry I was AWOL T_T))

Lark dipped his head, meekly accepting Breakbone's compliment. There was a manner of pride that the white-faced wolf took in his heritage and from the specific pack he had come from. The wolf was in no means a species elitist, but did feel that the inherent personality traits of the aryians were both kinder, and more beneficial than those of say, the chicotahs.

" I thank you for your kind words, Breakbone," Lark began, keeping eye contact with the larger wolf, " and I am ingratiated to you for accepting me as one of your own. I will gladly serve as a scout in your pack." He flashed a quick grin, a quiet humor dancing within his eyes.

" Yes, sir, I'm aware of what a scout does. It's a simple enough task, one that even I can handle." He'd often been called a birdbrain by some of the wolves in his old pack, but Lark could apply himself when necessary.