He'd left his parent's pack far behind, and the male had traveled for quite some time before he finally came upon another pack's borders. He'd enjoyed his time alone, thinking and improving his skills, preparing for a future that he knew nothing about. He'd left his father's pack because he wanted nothing to do with the alpha position, though he was expected to inherit it once his parents passed. That wasn't what he wanted. His parents might see him as a leader, but the responsibility, the duties, the leadership - he didn't want any of that. So, he'd left. He gave up his position as Beta and went off on his own, training as he went, always prepared for whatever life threw at him. At first, he had to admit, it was exciting. Being out on his own for once, not having to worry about what was expected of you, not having to think of the pack first.

But, after a while, it got lonely. Though he hadn't been one of the most social wolves in his parents' pack, he'd enjoyed the company of others - to an extent. He'd often be seen sneaking off alone and avoiding large groups of wolves, but that was just because he liked time to himself as well. He got along with others well enough, though he'd never really gotten the chance to experience the behaviors and beliefs of a pack other than his own. So when he finally came to a stop at this new pack's borders, full of the scent of other wolves he knew nothing of, he inhaled slowly, exhaling and sending a deep howl into the air above him. He wanted a pack, a new home, a new family to call his own, but he didn't want to be in charge. No, he enjoyed his time to himself, and as a leader, he'd rarely had any time to think. Instead he'd always been worrying about the pack and what he had to do for it and how to keep it safe. He didn't want that. Not this time.

The wind was wistling a song of beuty in this glorious day and the sun was high above, shining light upon this cruel and marvaless world.The grass was flowing like the wind blew and all life was outside, taking the most of this sunny bright day. The little forest animals rose their heads and came forward to hear this movment in the grass. This steps were light and agile and they moved through the grass like the wind blew through the spring colored trees. This fae moved with such silence and lightness like she flew with the wings. With the wings of an angel... For her face was truly angelic and her eyes glowed with a heavenly light, as a golden star upon a dark night sky.

Destiny moved through the peaceful forest and she enjoyed the silence and tranquility. She hasn't recieved that expecting answer, that acceptence she desired. She knew they were there, but they just didn't answer... and that made her feel unwanted.
A silent song came through the forests peace, to her sensitive ears and the wind brought a familiar scent. A scent so familiar, but yet, so distant.... A wolf's scent! Yes... a young male was wandering this woods. A loner probabbly...
She rushed between the tall trees and over the fallen logs. Through lime green forest full of life and bright colors, she ran and ran towards the inviting scent and the daring call came dragging here closer and closer.

She came so close to this foreign wolf, that she could feel his stare on her bright pelt and she slowly gathered her courage to step in this male's presence.
Gracefully, she stepped out of the forest's shadow, and into the heavenly light that sorrounded her angelic figure. Warm and welcoming words came greeting this new aquaintance, so soft and delicate were her sentences. "Well hello stranger.... May I ask the reason of your presence, here at this peaceful pack's boreders?" And her words were sweet and gentle, that suited her kindness well. "Perhaps we wonder here of the same goal... You too seek for this pack's acceptance?"
And when these words came echoing from her throat, her eyes studied this stranger from paws to ears, checking and observing his every emotion. She was afraid that this male would be no different, then others that tried to claim her for her beuty, and force her into beeing their mate. She could not stand males like that, it made her so angry.... But she decided to let that memorys go and live a new life. And from all the time she spent alone in her distant solitude, she needed to refine her social skills. Anyways, this male looked kind and friendly, and a nice aura was in his presence. And it made her feel warm and nice, and she had no fear of this wolf.

She looked at him in such sweet and gentle way, and kindness shined from her warm gaze.
She looked so beautiful in this godly light and her beauty stood upon every shape and every creature, for as far as the eye could see.
Her charms made her see life and death, they made her past sorrow and sweet, they made her taste bitternes and sadness and love.
As time passed by, her wounds would cleanse slowly, but the scar on her hearat will never heal and that bittersweet memory will never die.

But this path was chosen, for Destiny... for a new start.

After his howl, he waited, listening to the wind in the trees and the faint rustling of the forest around him, searching for a response to his call, or even the sight of a pack wolf. Instead, he was greeted with the sound of the foliage rustling behind him, from outside of the border. Instinctively his fur rose and he growled, the sound deep and rumbling in the back of his throat, as he turned on the stranger, his tail rising and his ears pinning back. He wasn't much of a social wolf, and this wolf - female by the look of things - had just waltzed in and come walking up to him, as if she knew him or something. How did she know that he wouldn't hurt her? First of all, he wouldn't, but still. It was dangerous to be so trusting. When the female spoke, her voice soft and non-threatening, he swallowed his growl, though he took a step back, keeping his distance. Wasn't it obvious what he was doing here? He'd howled for a high ranking wolf to speak with, and he was waiting at the borders. What else could he be doing? He didn't smell like another pack, and in fact, he'd been traveling on his own for some time instead. But with a soft sigh, he sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws and looking over at the female for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"I am here seeking acceptance into this pack." He said, keeping his answer short and simple, his deep voice soft, but easily heard as he kept several feet between them. She looked like a nice female, though, being a rather unsocial wolf, he preferred silence over conversation. So, instead of pursuing the talk, he instead looked towards the border once more, hoping for some sign of a pack wolf on the other side, one ear still perked in the stranger's direction. He didn't fear her, nor worry about her doing something, but that didn't mean he trusted her. Sure, she looked sweet and innocent, but he knew that that could be easily faked. He wasn't one to trust others quickly, or deeply, so he kept his distance and his mouth shut. For now, he'd be quiet and wait for a pack wolf. Later, depending on what happened, he'd think about socializing. Maybe.

Snarling at the large beast, the midnight male snapped his jaws, fending himself from the other. His tail curled over his back, blood-stained teeth bared, and muscles tightened to their maximum. His large paws forced themselves into the ground. Growls and grunts snapped from the creature's mouth. Silver eyes watched as the beast reared, bringing a paw up to strike. The wolf, swift and fluid-like, moved about the area, dodging the strike from the massive paw. Pressing his paws against the bark of a tree, pushed himself from the vegetation and latched his fangs into the creature's arm. Dangling from the other creature, he was shaken and forced to the floor. Blood dripped from the hunter's lips, anger filled his eyes, searching for the look from the other beast. The large creature rushed towards the wolf, running at full speed. Large jowls exposed to reveal even large ones than the hunter possessed. Slowly they fastened around the hunter's neck, daggers slowly sinking into his fur, making their way towards the skin. When the hunter heard a call from beyond his location, his eyes opened quicker than they ever had in their lives.

Struggling to his feet, his chest rose and fell frantically. Slowly catching his breath he discovered it was just a dream. The only thing real about the whole experience was the howl which awoke him from the nightmare he was about to endure. Walking with a strut, he exited his den and made his way for the border. Still a little scared by the dream, he was cautious. With spring flowers came the growls and rumbles of the slumbering beasts during winter. Large mammals spent all winter, gathering their energy and resting peacefully, awaiting their first day of the hunt. Cautious steps were taken, while jittery eyes darted from side to side, looking for any signs of danger. When he finally made it to the border, he heard a voice and then another. He fought the grunts and snarls deep within his throat, keeping them caged. When he approached them, he stared angrily. "What brings you to these lands?" he asked with a snarl. Lifeless eyes looked over the two. One was a male, eyes blue as the color of an untouchable lake, deep with life and solitude. The fae on the other hand, was nothing special to look at. Her eyes were the same as the Alpha's, a nasty mix of yellow and amber. He felt uneasy looking at her, in fact, possibly angry. His patience started to come to an end. He hoped they would speak soon, not wanting to listen to their words, just ready to be other with them soon enough.

It wasn't too long before the pair of wolves at the border were greeted by a dark male wolf, obviously a pack member, and likely a high-ranking one at that. It didn't take long for Sherlock's ears to flatten, tail to lower, and head to sink below the other male's level, looking at the ground instead of up at the wolf before him out of respect. The growl in the other male's voice as obvious, and by the looks of things, he wasn't the most friendly of wolves, that was for sure. But the blue-eyed male kept his mouth shut for a moment, listening to the harsh words that came from the dark wolf's mouth before opening his own mouth to speak. "I am Sherlock, and I have come to your pack's borders in search of acceptance." He said, his voice soft but clearly audible, easy for the pack wolf to hear, but not loud enough to be annoying. He didn't see a point in talking too loud, or saying too much.

His words were enough to be understood, and he kept his posture respectful and submissive, as he was a lone wolf and regardless of this dark male's rank, a pack wolf was higher up than he was at the moment. He valued respect, and he had no problem showing it when necessary, though, only to those who deserved it. This male had done nothing to show that he did not deserve the respect that the multi-colored male showed, so he continued to give it, caring little for pride or vanity at the current moment. Honestly, he could care less what most wolves thought of him. Their opinions did not define him. But for the time being, he waited patiently, listening for the male's response and waiting for an answer to his request for acceptance.

Destiny observed the stranger's reaction to her surprising entrance. He seemed a bit frightened as he slowly moved a few steps back. She didn't want to be intrucive, and she had no wish of harming him. He looked rather disappointed and his tone was a bit rude as he replied to her in the exact words she spoke earlier. She could hear the disappointment and a slight contemt in his voice. She was just trying to be friendly... Although, then he softened his voice trying to be polite, she did not appreciate the tone in which he spoke at first. It made her feel a bit angry, but she calmed down fast. He wished for solitude and she could see, he didn't feel like socializing right now. She respected his choice.
Destiny gently nodded her head, to show understanding to his wish and moved away, living him in his solitude.
She lied under a tall tree, resting in the forest's shades.

Not much time passed, when a strong scent alarmed her of another wolf's presence. And in a blink of an eye, a shadow transformed into a dark wolf figure. This brute brought fear to every living creature passing by, and a negative feeling sorrounded him. He had a pelt, dark as the darkest night, and it suited his personality well.
He looked at her in anger and hate. His rage rested on her shoulders, dragging her down, forcing her to kneel. His eyes were lifeless, destroying every light cought in it's gaze.
And he looked at her in such hatred... Why?! He didn't even know her, and he had no right to judge her.
This brute wasn't making a good impression and Destiny got irritated with his rude and controlling behaviour. She wanted to say something back at hm, so badly... But he was a high-ranking wolf, and she decided to keep her sharp words to her self. This rouge would not hesitate to kill her, and he certainly killed many powerfull wolves in his past.

She watched as the lonly male spoke first. Then she slowly moved a step forward, with her tail down and her head lowered to show submission. Although his cold anger pushed her to her knees, she did not brake. She travelled too far and for too long, to give up now.
She stood strong and proud, but still she showed submission and respect to this brute. Although the icy cold stare he gave her, she respected him, for those scars on his body showed great victories of many cruel battles.
She spoke to him with a gentle, respectful voice. "I am Destiny, Sire. And I too have come to the borders of your land, to seek acceptance into this pack." She was afraid to look in his gaze, but she looked at him anyways. Showing no fear or weakness, her eyes shined in the this brute's shadow.
With her head lowered, her ears were still on their guard, waiting to catch any signs of attack. She stood strong, ready to act quickly, if this rouge decided to sink his nasty teeth in her bright neck.
She was ready to face his strong words...

((Destiny when you type as your character speaking, you MUST use ", not ever else you were doing. That is inappropriate and Alpha Azul has already told you not to do it anymore.))

The brute spoke first, telling the Beta his name and the very reason he was at the border. He showed the appropriate sign of respect as he should. All wolves should be taught to treat their superiors like this brute was right now. Steele seemed to be calming down, that was until he looked to the fae. When she made eye contact with him, he just about lost it. she did not lay completely on the floor, her tail was down and not pressed against her stomach. She barely showed any respect towards him. "This is not the way you show respect to a Beta of the pack strange fae!" he snapped and snarled as he moved closer to her. Saliva dripped from his blood-stained teeth, falling to her fur, clinging to it before rolling off her as well. His eyes stared down at her as his nose came closer and closer to her, onyx lips flipping back to show more of his deadly teeth. "Since when do you look a higher ranking wolf in the eyes?" growls and snarls escaped his mouth, unable to control his raging temper. This fae was not on Azul's lands, she was not protected by his law. Even with one witness, he was not about to allow her this form of disrespect. Before she could move or dodge the attack, the large midnight brute opened his massive jaws and forced them down against her fur. Wrapping his mouth around her neck, he pressed his fangs firmly into her neck, forcing her to the ground. Loud snarls and growls seeped through the little spaces between her flesh and his tightened grip. He waited for her whine and cries before he would let up. Silver hues stared down at the fae, watching her body change from that of a challenge to a new submissive stance. When he figured she had enough, he released her. Almost instantly, he pulled away from the fae, taking a few steps and turning his back to the both of them.

Calming himself down, his breathing finally came back to a normal pace. When he was calm enough to speak, he slowly moved back to address them once again. He walked towards the male first, "you may rise Sherlock. What is it that you can do for this pack? Will you swear your life to protect those of the others living in the pack." He waited patiently for the male to answer, looking over to the fae, making sure she did not leave her submissive stance he forced her into. There would be no way he would be that close to a wolf on the ground and they did not stay that way. Steele was extremely aggressive, and with the issues going on around the pack, it was causing him to be even more angry than normal. As he waited for the male to speak, he thought of addressing the fae as well, but decided he would devote all his attention to Sherlock for now, possibly let the fae think of better answers for whatever stupid mess was about to slip from her lips.

The little fae watched as the brute's temper rose with every second. She imitated the other wolf's exact submissive posture, but for this brute nothing seemed to be right. He spoke to her angerly, judging her posture and respect, even though she highly respected him for the once great battles he fought. She humbly lowered her petite figure even closer to the ground.
But then again, when she looked at him for just a second, that was enough for this rouge to pass the limit of his rage. He snapped at her in harsh words and then in painful force. He quickly attacked her. She wanted to dodge the anger attack, but his massive weight forced her to the ground. He sank his yellow incisors into her warm neck and she felt it hard. But she did not squeal or try to escape his firm jaws. She humbly let him force her into this uncomfortable position, even lower to the ground than necessary for an apropriate approach. It hurt badly, but not as much as the fact that she messed up her first day. Damn! She was mad on her self for not seeing through his cruel eyes. She should have known this male demanded more than a normal submissive position. She should have see it coming ...

Slowly, the brute released his strong jaws and finaly letting go of her soft neck. He looked pleased with the cruelness he fed on. She hoped his blood-first is now filled and I guess she was just the perfect victim for his anger issues.

No matter how much it hurt, she didn't move an inch. Like a statue she humbly and submissively stayed in the position the rouge forced her into. With her head down and her gaze directed to the ground, she listened as the wolf turned his attention back to the other male. She did not move from that position and she did not dare to speek. She only wished to humbly apologize for her reackless behaviour, but the respectful and humble position he forced her into, already spoke of an apology.
She just waited in that position, for the brute to adress her. She did not dare to move or speek. Not untill he would give her permission to do so.