only the strong are worthy to live

Finally winter had passed and spring was in full bloom. Teren had not cared much for such a season in the past. But this year, his young would be born, and they would live to take his place on the throne. None of his brothers were worthy of such a reward, but his own young, they really deserved all his hard efforts. The brothers didn't understand Teren at all, didn't understand the hard work he had accomplished to be where he was. They took him for granted and spoke ill about him behind his back. The only wolf he trusted was Irrationality, possibly Reaper. But he would need to speak to his closest brother at some point. For now, Teren would leave the safety of his den, the den which was used to harbor the Captive, and the breeding grounds of his lineage. He walked from the lands, moving for the borders. He crossed the line, the musk smell which held his authority over the lands was thick and strong. He did not worry about what he would find in the outside realm, nothing scared him. He had no reason to go outside the lands, but only wished to do so for the sake of nothing. Erenyx was his home, but it was nice to get out and see other things every now and then. There was one particular place that was in the neutral lands, and he liked it a lot. It was probably one of his favorite neutral lands of them all. Isle De Muerto. It was the first place he had really made a connection with another wolf, and it was where he learned more about the wolf he had slain.

When he arrived, he could smell a wolf of Helidos here. It was strong and he knew it was female. The perfect opportunity for him. The female would pay for choosing such a side to be on. Helidos was for the weak and weary wolves. They were useless in battle and held no real reason to like. To Teren, they were just future prey. Would he ever consider eating a wolf? Possibly, possibly not. He approached the wolf, looking over her form. He had seen her in the war. He could not recall her name or her title, but he knew that she had killed at least two of his pack members. The midnight brute was much taller than she, which was normal, but he was slightly intrigued by her. "It is not every day that I get to see a wolf from your lands, all alone, searching for something that will never be found."

would it really be so bad to die?

only the strong are worthy to live

Game. Set. Match. He had started exactly what he wanted. He did not smile, he did not laugh. No matter how much he wanted to do both, he stopped himself. He listened to her snarly hiss. Her words hinted that she was searching for something, but what was it? He could try to pry it from her, but he knew the Helidos wolves were a stubborn group, nothing like he himself and his band of misfits, but still stubborn. He would have to play the game right, pull the mouse from her hiding place to expose her own secrets. "I know what all wolves seek... Power. You will not find it living within the scent that so awkwardly wraps itself around you. You pack is ruined, finished. I can tell from the scars you show, the way you confront me... you are a strong fae. I could use a wolf like you, a wolf in a strong position. Normally I do not allow faes to hold such positions, but I can offer you the rank of Beta. Come to Erenyx, learn how our ways are better and you will seek exactly what you wish for. Don't be a fool and stay where you are not appreciated or wanted..." He stood his ground, looking down at her as he waited for her words. He hoped she would slip, that she would give in to his words. Oh if he could take another wolf of Helidos home with him. His sons would be proud of him. A trophy, he could call her... just like the other. It was only a matter of time.

would it really be so bad to die?

only the strong are worthy to live

His plan seemed to be working. They fae was enjoying the lies he was spewing from his maw. Yes, she would be granted a rank, but not that of Beta. He was not so foolish to see that she was a fae. Only two wolves held those positions, and it was those positions they would keep. The large brute stared at her, waiting and watching as her body language changed. At first she had been stand-offish. But not she was coming closer, trying to seduce him with her body. But it was the wrong season. Sure, next winter he could see himself nestled beside her in his den, forcing his ways upon her, just as he did with the first Helidos Captive. It was enjoyable because she hated it so much. It was lovely because the feelings of the act itself, could compare to killing another wolf. Teren cared little for the wolves who lived in his lands, and even less for those who did not. They were just beings. Easily disposable with little regard for their families. Teren watched as the change in Nnlya's behavior seemed to do a three hundred and sixty turn around. This wolf was crazy. Immediately everything changed as if it had all happened in a blur. But it was in this change, that Teren found himself with some very useful information. She had given him everything he needed to destroy her life - all without moving a hair out of place on her whole body. "Your loss, fae... Well, I should say one of your many losses. The other.." he released a deep set chuckle. It rumbled through his chest like a bunch of drums. It was true and real, something Teren did not do often. Just as he had lied to Fenris, he was going to lie to her. "You might as well stop your searching. I was wondering who this pup belonged to... perhaps another whelp from Azul, no doubt... But now that you have told me who it is, I guess I should tell you what happened to him. A while ago, a young wolf came to my borders, and he claimed he wanted to be stronger than his parents... how they had grown soft and weak. I allowed him entrance and acceptance... but it did not last long. As a test for my pack - their devotion to me... I commanded them to kill the wolf pup. To rip his body limb from limb until there was nothing left. His heart, however, was reserved for me so that I may consume it. His pelt is now laying beside Steele and few other wolves who have crossed me. Do you wish to come see it?" His malicious smile gleamed at her, the blood-stained glistening fangs shone brightly as he smiled to her. Oh this was a rather enjoyable time Teren was having, yes indeed.

would it really be so bad to die?

only the strong are worthy to live

As she discovered the lie, she completely changed once more. Her body was rigid and angered. He could see a fire behind her eyes. He laughed. It was a true and thick laugh, one filled with a boisterous cackle. Did he kill the young wolf? No, he did not get such a pleasure, nor did his pack. But she didn't need to know that. "Don't say I never offered you anything.. If you want a chance to say goodbye to your son, I was giving you one. But now you have angered me. You Helidos wolves are all the same, rude and foolish. Do you seriously think I would allow a wolf like you to hold any sort of power in my pack? You couldn't protect another wolf and that is what Erenyx is about. We are a unit, and we all kill for one another. You not only failed your family, you fail whatever rank the Alphas gave you, and you fail as a wolf. You are nothing, but if you wish to die today, they so be it. Allow me to put you out of your misery, to end your horrible life and to finally get a chance to see the ones you miss oh so much. I can try to make it not so painful for you, but if you wish it, I can really make you feel it as my teeth rip into your flesh and force the blood from your weak and pathetic form. The choice is yours. Fight me, and die, or leave and live to breathe another day." Teren snarled at her, but his form did not change. He did not feel endangered by this fae. If she wanted a fight, she would get one. He was ready for another Helidos wolf to be lost by his jaws alone. Her pelt looked rather ravishing and would be very comfortable laying beside Steele's.

would it really be so bad to die?