-- Brute Forces

[Dakki]

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[atrb=background,http://i1082.photobucket.com/albums/j361/morgan_alexander1/Stolzbackground.jpg] This land was barren and unforgiving. Cracked earth spewed hot air from the core beneath it. Even in the dead of winter, it was warmer here. The same air that blew wolves fur to and fro was melting the snow in patches, making the land look like a checker board. Silence was not an option here, neither was hiding. Good, this wolf wanted to be out in the open. He longed for Phantom to see him and race over. Anticipation thrummed through his veins, making his steps lighter and his tail raise higher. Like he had done in the pack lands before him, he had come to tell the Alpha that he was here and was now head of all of Ravensbruck. His lips cracked in a smile as he walked further into the territory, leaving his scent on shrubs as he passed them. All would know that the King Tsarrin had been through these parts. He imagined them shaking in fear and wondering what went on in his secluded home. None shall see, for if an intruder entered his lands, they would be murdered on the spot. No one made it past his immense pack, he would make sure that no harm came to them. There was no need for Stolz to howl and alert Phantom that he was here. He was sure that the wind had blown his scent towards him already. He could just picture the brute, barreling forth to meet him. There was not a wolf in all of Ravensbruck that didn't know of his arrival, it hadn't exactly been sneaky. Although he had heard many whispers of wonder, not knowing how he built up such a pack from nothing. He was a foreigner only a few moons ago, and now he was the King. Pride swelled within his heart as he thought of his Koravelle. He had many loyal wolves there and had made such a great life for all of them. No one was hungry even in the barren winter, he made sure they had enough food to go around. Gazing around Einheit though, he knew that his hunters would find little food here. With a shrug of his shoulders he kept moving. It wasn't like he was kicking Phantom away from this land or his pack. No, he was simply coming to say that he was here and what he expected of these pack Alpha's. All rules were fair, and life could go on as it had before. There were only a few minor tweaks he had to make. Plus, if he felt the need he could easily enforce more laws as his reign went on. The multi-coloured wolf paused, sitting down on a patch of snow. Curling his fluffy tail around his massive paws the large wolf just sat and waiting. He was use to waiting, although this would be the first and last time he was going to wait for the Alpha. After that, Phantom must come to him. If he needed to he had wolves that he could sent in his place. He would be rather busy with all things that he promised these wolves, like mediating problems and approving and giving blessings to newly mated couples. He would welcome pups on their first birthday, learn their scent and names just as they would learn his. None of this took part in his camp, oh no, he had a special place for that. Taking a deep breath of cool winter air, his vivid green eyes scanned the horizon for the sadistic male that ruled these parts. He was excited, he had a feeling that this one would put up a fight. words;; 609 tag;; Phantom notes;; Yay for ramble posts music;; ---

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[Sphuul]

Absinthe

Stay to the path
Trust only your faith, to falter is to hasten your doom
I dare not say my hope is slipping away
Such gleaming fangs mock the gilded gates
The way of the true
Tell me what to do sweet spirit

The wait had been worth it. Phantom had not responded, and Einheit was his. Absinthe had wasted no time in getting things set up, replacing the stale scent of the old alpha with his strong musk, warning all about passing. Unfortunately, the scent of the other pack members had become stale, telling him this land had been utterly abandoned. Oh, well. It won't be for long. After he finished his patrol, he fully planned on going to the Auktion Rock to find some sklavin to beef up his ranks. He would not be alone in this land for long.

The big, dark brute was on the far side of his territory, learning the lay of his new land and watching for any strange scents that would be a signal of intruders. His gait was stiff and formal, a light jog that covered ground quickly. The dirt under his paws flew up in a dry shower as he moved, the heat soothed every now and then by patches of snow. Winter was indeed disappearing, it's mark quickly fading in the harsh desert. The wind was unforgiving, and had swept it out as if it was mere dust. The land was hot and despairing, and Absinthe absolutely adored it.

The brute had been lucky in gaining these lands. They could have easily been claimed by many wolves before him, thanks to Phantom's ignorant disappearance. But as it turned out, other wolves couldn't handle the hot, desolate place. Not like Absinthe could. He would thrive here, when others would perish. This was his land, and he would make the most of it. The thudding of paws slowed to a stop on the cracked ground as the alpha stopped, his head lifting in the air to catch the breeze. The scent of wolf was plain in the air, and the fur along the ridge of his back began to bristle. His lips lifted, teeth clenched in a formidable growl. The strange male was heading into the heart of his territory.

Absinthe took off, his stiff jog shifting into a faster gait, more lithe and graceful as he sped towards the intruder. The growl never left his chest, merely muted as the brute ran at a brisk pace. It clutched his throat, sending shudders up his neck as it let itself be known every time his paws hit the ground. This was his land, and a male had stupidly, ignorantly, idiotically, intruded without a second thought, as if he owned the land himself. It might very well be Phantom.. Absinthe hadn't told everyone of his victory, so the old alpha could have returned, not knowing the land had been stripped bare from his paws. A frenzy of rage took over the brute, sending him over the sparse brush in a blurring speed. This land would be protected. It would not be taken from him.

Absinthe slammed himself to a stop, eyes narrowing as he took in the male. His coat seemed to blend into the desert well, and he had almost took him as a few rocks instead of the intruding brute. Orange met green in a locked gaze, and he walked forward stiffly, tail and head raised high. From the calm look the male wore, he was not Phantom. The thought gave Absinthe little comfort. It was still a wolf, in his territory, who seemed quite comfortable being there although he had been caught. He snorted roughly, stopping a few paces from the stranger. He sat briskly, eyes never leaving the brutes frame. "Who are you?" Absinthe spat, his teeth continuing to bare themselves as a low growl rumbled in his chest.

As the male regaind his breath from the run, he looked the stranger over. He was big, really big, quite sturdy from the looks of it. He had the drop on the alpha in size, but that hardly mattered. He seemed confident in his posture, almost regal, which muddled Absinthe's thoughts. Regality? Royalty? His eyes widened in understanding before they narrowed once more, a sneer taking up his expression. "Ah, I know who you are. You're the one who claims to be King. Stolz, is it? Where's your mate? Elektra, hmm?" The words mocked the King, tainted by the fury that Absinthe still claimed to be his.

A barking laugh erupted from the brutes lungs, giving the royal male another slap in the face. No, Absinthe did not respect him. He was a mere child, claiming to be a great and formidable adult. It was not something to be taken seriously in his eyes, and he did not. The growl died into a snort, his eyes locking onto the male. "So, what is it you want?" This was quite fun. He hadn't mocked anyone in a long while, hadn't made them feel as insignificant as they truly were to him. This male mattered nothing to him. He was simply a waste of time, a passing pest on his way to glory. "I have work to do. Make it quick, all mighty King." Absinthe quite hoped things would escalade into a fight. Imagine that, being known as the brute who challenged the King to a fight, purely by verbal abuse. How classy that would be for the royal male. His brows rose in amusement at the thought. The regal male wouldn't be so regal then, would he? As the thoughts rolled through his head, his shoulders rolled in their sockets, as if preparing for the attack that was sure to come.