Where I Am

[Galieo]

((This is just me testing my ability at making Gal the wolf he is... Also to give Sugha an example of how merciless he is. Others are free to join, but this in no way a start to the war... Just... something rather random.))

"Do you really like being Delta, Galieo?"
"I am where I am for a reason."
"And why's that?"
"I have remained loyal to my pack...."

Still in the early hours of the morning, the land should have been still, silent, undisturbed. That however, was not the case. Galieo, falling in second in command at Delta, had taken it upon himself to patrol the borders of Whiteback territory. Their numbers were few, and their bonds were beginning to struggle beneath the strain and tension of the coming war. It was not the most pleasant of situations for any wolf to find itself in, and the Delta himself had even needed a short break from the chaos that was brewing in his lands. Patrol duty had seemed like a fine idea.

Now the shrill sounds of yelps and thunderous snarls could be heard across the near barren, snowy landscape. The silence of the early morning hours was disturbed by the sounds of fighting, and no one had seemed to pay it any mind. Fighting was not something uncommon within Whiteback territory, but it was uncommon for one of the wolves involved this morning.

Blood stained Galieo's normally white-masked muzzle and face, his triangular markings lost within the glistening crimson. His normally gleaming white teeth were stained red as he bared them, snarls tearing through his throat and chest. The snow around him was torn up, kicked and clawed out of its perfectly smooth state, patches of red sinking to the ground and standing out visibly against the white landscape.

Before him, a dark-pelted wolf was struggling to regain its footing, its form mangled and bloody. Labored breathing came from both canines, interrupted by fierce snarls on both accounts. Golden eyes met Galieo's blues, which were blazing with such an intense hatred that it put the sun's rays to shame.

"Spying on my family!" Galieo's normally smooth voice was ragged, demented in its sound through his clenched jaws, fur bristling and muscles seemingly ready to burst through his own flesh with how hard they were straining. "They trusted you!"

"Gali-" The other male's plaintive words were cut off as Galieo charged at him, their shoulders colliding and Gal sending the other male sliding through the snow, leaving a red streak behind as he went. His voice turned to the harsh yelps and howls of pain that had rented air-space only moments before as he set to writhing, trying to free himself from Galieo's jaws.

Taking the other male's nape mercilessly, Galieo bit down, feeling his fangs sink into flesh, and set to jerking his head back and forth. He continued this, reveling in the other wolf's screams of agony, until he felt the skin in his teeth give way, and he let the other male drop, finally releasing his hold. "Traitor. You dare return to us, as a spy for them!"

"They would have killed me, if I had refused!" The other male's voice came out in feeble whimper as he tried yet again to stand. He never got to his feet.

"Then I will do it for them." Was the last thing the former-Whiteback heard before Galieo's jaws found a decent hold upon his throat.

Blood spilled upon the snow, staining it an even darker, richer red, as Galieo's teeth sank into skin yet again, his entire body quivering with rage and exertion. The pair had been fighting since before the sun had woken. Now it was over, the sun bringing with it the first pale rays of sunlight to grace the frigid northern lands of Whiteback territory. He held onto the other male's neck until the blood ceased falling, and only then did he drop the carcass to the ground unceremoniously.

The other had been a friend of Galieo's, before he had disappeared... The fighting had scared him off, as it had many others. If he had returned out of loyalty, Galieo would have thought nothing of it. But his companion had given him reason to suspect, and Galieo had learned of his duty as a spy. Family always came first, and a spy was a threat to the pack, Galieo's entire family. So... he had eradicated the problem as soon as was necessary. Betrayal did not sit well with the blue-eyed male.

Exhaling heavily, the Delta turned away from the body of the former-whiteback, blue eyes still blazing dangerously with a rage that would take him some time to pull back into control. At least, it normally would have, until those fierce blue eyes caught sight of a 'spectator' to his actions. How unexpected... Perhaps he had made a little too much noise.

[Nighteye]

[OMG I sooooo want to join this as Genevieve... but she still needs to be accepted *cries* Luffs on Galieo! He's on my list of smexy males!]

[Galieo]

[She can pop in too, Gal's doing accepting right now, since we've no Feraz. XD And yay for list! *dances*]

[Nighteye]

[Awesome! I'll switch accounts then^^]

[Sugha]

The snow reminded her of that chilling time in her past life that did not relate to the temperture. Crothu had always liked the snow, his pelt being lighter than most's. Apparently their children had aswell, their curiousity being their grave. Sugha was always submissive around this time of year, when by herself anyway, the deep wound of loss never truly healing even though her exterior was sharp and fierce.

Each paw print became lightly dusted in new snow as it began to fall once again. Would it never end? Sugha shook her pelt, the smokey grey becoming more defined as she shifted the speckles of snowflakes from her fur. About to retreat back to a warm den with Vidarok still asleep inside of it, Sugha's ebony ears were jolted skyward at the sound of yelps and snarls piercing the biting freshness of the icey morning. Amber eyes narrowed in the direction of the noise, suspicion distracting the wolfess from her reflections. It was much too early for mere squabbles to be happening, and curiousity propelled her shaded form forward in a trot toward the commotion.

The scent of blood was speckled across the feint breeze, and not the alluring smell of a newly made kill. No this was wolf blood; Whiteback blood. A low growl rumbled in her throat and she sped faster through the snow, legs picking up close to her body in the sprint so as not to stumble over the deep layers. Had the war begun? Her immediate thoughts were stampeded by utter bewilderment however as she skidded to a hault as the battle scene reached her firey orbs.

Two wolves faced each other, one being the Delta her partner Vidarok distrusted so and the other a stranger to her. Stranger or not, he was dying and shouting out begging reason to Galieo. Sugha's muscles did not so much as twitch as she stood as frozen as the lands around her. She could hardly recognise the Delta through his hoarse voice aswell as the appearance and stench of blood covering him. The death of the stranger came swiftly and visciously from Galieo and Sugha finally felt her body begin to retreat backwards, careful steps following her dark auds in their journey behind her.

The Whiteback wolfess felt fear grip her as the Delta that stood above her in rank continued to sink his teeth into the flesh of the other wolf ravenously, appearing to even enjoy the sensation as he held onto the deceased wolf long after he passed. Blood stained the snow portraying a crimson battlefield, Sugha only noticing Galieo's gaze on her when she looked away from the blood soaked ice. Self control left her behaviour as her tail tucked swiftly inbetween her legs and her ambers eyes quivered in distress at the state of the Delta.
"...Delta Galieo," she finally managed to strangle out of her voice box, but not in the same silky charm she usually held, and no words could follow that. She waited, poised and submissive to see his reaction to her witnessing his barbaric behaviour.
Vidarok had been right.

[RANDOMNESS]

The snarls and harsh spoken words had drawn the grey toned female to the scene which had just taken place. She travelled through the snow covered terrain for some time now, aimlessly wandering about, wondering when anyone would notice a trespasser among their lands. At least she wasn't a spy sent by any other pack, that would be shameful to the Whitebacks to have learned that she, a Whiteback, had turned from her heritage and choosen the enemy over her own. They would kill her upon knowing such information. Well it was a good thing she wasn't a traitor...

Her pupilless white eyes gazed lifelessly at the two before her. It appears she had yet to be seen... Oh... guess her pelt was awfully good at conceiling her with the snow... She stood quite still, just watching the two wolven and glancing down at the carcass of another at the male's paws.

[Galieo]

Blood-stained features gained a shadow of apprehension as Galieo recognized the face of an older member. Sugha. A long sigh eased from Galieo's chest, his insides still writhing, his blood still boiling dangerously beneath his now calm exterior. It was odd how quickly he could conceal his emotions, and how eerie his appearance became when he did. It was something to be covered in the blood of a packmate and maintain a peaceful appearance.

Steam rose from his jaws as he evened out his breathing, taking slow deliberate steps toward the smokey-pelted female. Blue eyes still glimmered with a dangerous light fell upon the golden irises of the she-wolf, both maintaining their silence for a long while. Galieo was merely waiting for Sugha to speak, while Sugha seemed to be struggling to find her voice. But find it she did.

The way she managed to rasp out his title and name caused the male to pause in his advance. Blue eyes suddenly went rather blank and he merely stared at Sugha. It took him several long moments before he spoke, his voice once again it's normal smooth sound, though now it was laced with a dark edge.

"Good morning, Sugha..." He replied simply, his words full of civility that clashed horrifically with the actions he had just recently taken. "Is there something I can help you with?" Brown spots marking his brows raised slightly in a curious manner, his blood-stained head tilting to the side slightly as he looked the fearful she-wolf over.

However, his attention was diverted away from Sugha as he gave his pelt a good shake, freeing it of a thin layer of snowflakes and a few droplets of blood as well, both his own and his opponent's. The Delta gave a small sniff, letting his gaze travel over the surrounding lands as his own curiousity peeked, and he began to wonder just how many others had heard his commotion. At first, he could only see Sugha, but as his eyes made a final sweep of the horizon, his icy gaze landed upon the unknown face of another wolfess.

Bristling slightly for but a moment, Galieo silently restled his sudden distrust back into control, and he was, in a few short moments, back into his calm demeanor. Giving a short nod to Sugha, as if to tell her she could come, or go as she pleased, he turned his gaze back to the new comer. With a sound of greeting, he took several steps forward, pausing yet again while still a good distance away from the she-wolf.

"Hail, stranger... What business have you upon Whiteback lands. tell me swiftly, or I will see you chased from our lands. And tell me honestly, or I will see you dead." Perhaps it was not the best way to greet a potential member, but then again, there were few creatures who did not know the Whitebacks' reputations. And still they came. If she meant business, then that was all well and fine to the Delta. This morning, he was hardly in the mood for dilly-dallying.

[Sugha]

His slow advance unfroze her snowy paws, taking careful steps back, eyes never leaving his eerily calm blue ones. Her movements were like than of being on a hunt, except she was behaving an awful lot like the prey. As she voiced his name he stopped, a quivering rage in his aura settling at the words of a pack mate. She dared not move for he may give chase if she bolted or attack her if she moved forward in question and attempt to be brave.

Sugha was not used to facing problems by herself and as she stared into those lifeless blue orbs she began to realise that. All the thoughts and talk of being able to look after herself, of being able to handle any trouble directed her way, it was all a lie. She always had Vidarok there, and now he was absent and she felt no strength. She had even began to befriend the Delta much to Vidarok's dislike and now she felt no strength from his company.

It made her skin crawl beneath her grey pelt at how he bottled that viscious spirit beneath that calm, blank expression. She wanted to go but seemed quite stuck. Sugha barely registered what he had spoken to her as all she could do was focus on his piercing stare. As he looked away it seemed to break that hypnotising element and she gave a few stumbled steps backward from him before directing her gaze to his focus.

The newcomer from before stood watching, and Sugha couldn't help but feel concerned. All she could assume from Galieo's encounter was that he wasn't letting others make mistakes today. She stayed and stared at the other femme, legs bolted to the ground and shrinking slightly at Galieo's eery words of warning.
"Delta Galieo," she spoke up before thinking her decision through, "I have met this wolfess recently. She appears to have no intention to betray the Whiteback pack."

She had already seen a massacre this morning, and didn't want another to take place. No matter how much a wolf enojoyed the scent of blood from a kill, there was something truly unsettling about a wolf's blood. The scent did not know that a wolf was a traitor, keeping it just as haunting in scenting it.

[RANDOMNESS]

"The respectable Sugha is right, Delta, I have no intentions of such a disrespectful act of betrayal. I know my place as does everyone else and my place asks for the acceptance into the Whiteback pack..." The grey femme turned her white eyes to the subodinate, nodding her head in acknowledge of what she had done. It could quite plainfully told, by under the female's watchful eyes, that Sugha was caught between being frightened and tramatized by the bloody scene she too had witnessed. The grey;s ears flicked, waiting for what the Delta would do.