Aggressive Passion{Open}

[Delilah]

<sup>As the weary and dull winter sun began to fade on the horizon, and the swirling snow on the ground began to collect into bigger clumps, a rogue wolf walked through it alone. The wolf’s fur contrasted the white snow very much, for it was a deep, dark ebony coloration and her small paws sunk deeply in some patches. Her navy blue eyes were focused ahead, as she made her way through the lands at a relatively normal pace in this weather. The wolf had no intended destination; rather she was just brought here through happenstance. Her family was left behind, and there was no turning back now. Delilah, as the wolf was called, was all on her own now. Her pups were even gone now. When she once felt a kick here or there, there was nothing anymore. She buried their small little forms in a quiet grove a while back and she couldn’t bear to stay there. That was a little too much to handle. The rest she could take, but that was pushing it to her limit.

‘Oh my babies forgive your mother if we see each other again,’ she’d told them.‘Do not let your hearts be hardened against me.’

Delilah padded into the lands moving smoothly through them without worry now though; she had no regrets about her actions and never would. That mongrel deserved to die as he did after what he’d done to her. The look in his eyes didn’t even bother her as she slowly drained the life out of him with that vine. He took a piece of her, but she would have all of him. He wouldn’t live to see another day. The she-wolf was obviously the stronger one, for she would not have been there today. Delilah sniffed the ground lightly, picking up the scent markers outlining the boundaries of the territory. Afterword, she committed them to memory, but didn’t abide by them. She was not going to stand and wait at someone’s border. That could, and most definitely would, take an eternity. So Delilah meandered across the borders, and went in search of the land’s inhabitants. The she-wolf was ready for confrontation, because there always was confrontation. Wolves that got all territorial usually approached her, chest puffed out, ear perked and tail raised. They thought that it intimidated her for some reason. She had KILLED a wolf dead only around two weeks ago. Pffttt. Like that was going to scare her. Delilah seemed to be desensitized to fear and death. Her own tooth and claw were responsible for a ruthless male losing his life. That whole instinct of danger seemed to have dissipated into thin air. Being that it was drawing nearer and nearer to night time, Delilah did want a place to rest her paws though. She knew that the best chance to find rest and solace for the night would probably be towards the center of territory.

The she-wolf moved down one of the hills, stumbling slightly once but keeping her paws beneath her somehow. Delilah surveyed the lands, and what she saw intrigued her. Down further, it seemed like there was really no snow let in. The trees and other things made a blockade of sorts. Delilah didn’t hesitate to move towards them, and taking refuge beneath one. For a moment the she-wolf closed her eyes and just breathed a little bit to get her bearings. She folded her cold paws beneath her and laid her head down slowly. At this point, she didn’t care if someone were to find her. She’d found what she wanted, and that was that. At least she wouldn’t be frozen solid tomorrow, and would live to see another day. Not that that matter either. Delilah had given it her all and she was tired.

It wasn’t long before the canine’s breath became even and she rested soundly. In a different world, when she was younger and more thoughtful, she would’ve been watching her back and taking note of everything. But right now the dark female wanted to sleep and sleep only. Her cares and thoughts drifted into dreamland. That was the only place a murder could find peace in a time such as this one sometimes, though not always. Night terrors even got to her when she let them. But not today, Delilah merely snoozed calmly in the solace and shelter of the trees.

Word Count{735}
Muse{Ok}</sup>

[Savari]

Though his land was bare and he was the only wolf he had seen to wander upon these lands, or any of the lands really, he was still marking his territory thoroughly. He hadn't ventured very much out of his own territory. Seeing as all the prey he needed was living upon the rolling hills, he didn't need to go too far to search for food. That is until the winter weather got more intense with every new day. Everything was almost how he expected it to be, besides the lack of members, and he was content with everything happening to him at this time.

The Alpha's stomach was full from what he could find and he was well rested. There wasn't much to look out for here though he was no idiot. He knew that he shouldn't be taking the lack of company so lightly, he had to stay alert and ready for anything that came at him. It seemed his alertness had done him good and he approached it with an almost relaxed attitude. He had traveled across a scent of a rogue and it seemed to drift further and further into his territory. The usual smile on his lips turned to a straight line and his ears were perked in curiosity, and also a slight bit of anger. He usually had a light heart and he wasn't always strict, though trespassing was not something he took lightly. His body was laced with the snow drizzling from the sky and his large paws left deep prints in the snow that blanketed the ground. A growl was released from his mouth as he ventured towards the source of the scent, his tail high with a new sense of dominance.

He was the new leader of these lands and he was about to let anybody take advantage of his numbers being low. As kind as the Alpha was, he felt no need to suppress his dominance to trespassers or any rule breakers. His eyes traced every inch of his territory as the scent of the rogue grew stronger until it nearly burned his nose to be sniffing it in so fiercely. What he saw resting beneath one of the many trees made him let out a deep breath to calm himself and then he carried himself towards the form. The female was obviously not bothered by the fact that she had trekked onto a pack's territory and had happily decided to snooze away under one of the trees. "Surely you have a good reason as to why you've trespassed onto my land and proceeded to take refuge in." His voice was strong and loud, not caring if he woke her up or not. He had his neck straight to hold himself up high but his head was slightly angled downwards to look at her. "Either you were too moronic to notice the borders or you've just decided to take it up on yourself to call these lands your home." He growled slightly as he spoke to her, though his tone was rather calm besides the loudness. It was wolves like her that made him angry, but it seemed that didn't matter.

[Delilah]

<sup>Delilah was dreaming different things as she slept longer and longer into the night time. Her frame rose up and down with each intake of breath, and occasionally one of her brown tipped paws would twitch beneath her. They say that some dreams can last as little as five seconds up to as much as twenty minutes before going away, so the pictures that flashed through Delilah’s brain didn’t last long. There were some good dreams and there were some bad dreams intertwined with them as well. A sort of mosaic cacophony of things were on display. But regardless of what she dreamed, the female was glad to be sleeping, and even more, to be dreaming. There was a period in life when all she could muster as she slept was darkness. It was if a veil or covering of some sort temporarily impeded her view. But that was gone now, and the flashes of activity were a welcome sight to the she-wolf. She rejoiced in the fact that that covering had been removed, no matter what the consequences really were.

The female was completely unconcerned with her surroundings, and she had one primary goal in mind. There wasn’t much that could disturb her at the moment. However, she knew exactly what she could expect in the near future. And, as if on cue, the Alpha male showed up on time to deliver his oh so heroic monologue to her. Delilah roused herself lightly, and her navy blue eyes blinked rather owlishly. One would blink first and then the other. Night was growing closer, so there wasn’t that much of a difference in lighting for Delilah’s eyes to adjust to. The she-wolf rolled onto her back, and she gave a yawn. She was taking her time getting up most certainly. Delilah finally made it to her paws and the words crudely spoken to her registered more clearly. A furred brow raised in wonderment and annoyance at the male. After her previous encounter with Samson, these wretched beasts were at the top of her hate list. As a cub, the she-wolf’s mother told her never to hate anything. But in this case, there was an exception to the rule.

Those blue eyes of Delilah’s narrowed into vicious slits and her muzzle crinkled considerably, revealing some canines. The words that came forth from the female’s mouth were not sweet at all like most females. In fact, they had a bite to them and Delilah’s words were almost spat at the male in disgust. “So you’re the pompous windbag that I’ve been expecting to show up. You think that a trail of pee is going to keep me from entering your lands? Think again. Where are your sentries, your protection? If you have none, evidently you’re the moron to think that way, you’re naïve, and you’re a puppet. The idea that you are Alpha is your master, your puppeteer. And it pulls your strings to make you dance. Dance wolf, dance. You come strolling in here believing that I’m going to be intimidated by your mannerisms that I think are utterly disgusting. So disgusting I want to vomit. A true Alpha would investigate the situation further before calling its subjects and even visitors morons. You know nothing of my intentions here. I could’ve been in real need of assistance and could have been too injured to request access. If this is your usual code of conduct I would hate to see what slaves you’ve taken.”

Delilah was near the male’s face by the time she’d finished, and she held her gaze on his. There would be no bowing or scraping after him. She was no subordinate of his, and even if she was, her head would remain high when he was around. Delilah’s tail had never been tucked in the presence of a superior, even in her maiden pack, and that whimpering and licking of the Alpha’s muzzle was completely ridiculous. Respect wasn’t show in that way. That was cowardice. Fear of punishment. Respect, in her eyes, was acknowledging another as important. The willingness to help a friend and equal was respect. The she-wolf was a monster in her own right, not afraid to say what she felt, when she felt it. Her actions AND her words spoke of her own character. Delilah questioned that of the Alpha male. There were no other scents, so she realized that this wolf may have just recently staked his claim. However, she was a bold one, and reserve wasn’t a very common word in her vocabulary.

WC{760}
Muse{Good}</sup>