Temper Tantrums, open :D

[draugathiel]

The Sun's weakening beams shone lazily from behind a shadowed hill, and the sky slowly darkened as night fell.
Pacing menacingly from one spot to the other, Rhavvie snapped angrily at the tall grass blowing gently in the cool evening breeze as she raved in anger.

Stupid, Idiotic brother. Is he totally blind? Okay, he almost is, but still, he should easily be able to figure out that joining a pack will not garuntee safety. Actually, it will tear us apart, cause more conflicts and it would mean acting deferrent towards others. It's just plain stupidity. ARRGH!!

Barking displeasure, she tore chunks of grass from the fertile earth and flung it in the air and heard it fall down in loud clumps. She hated the thought of other wolves, of them ordering her about, of how they treated her like dirt because of her lack of rank, and most of all, how her brother would leave her as she knew he would.

I only want to protect him from hatred, from evil and harm. Why doesn't he understand?

Turning, she stalked through the deepening darkness, recalling how he had spoken those harsh words that had bitten her so deeply. Rare was the times he spoke in anger, and she hated for him to hate her as she only did what an elder sister should.

I don't need to be protected by one who cannot even protect herself! If you just stopped and thought about it once in a while, you would see how you act towards others. Then, it's no wonder they treat you the way they do, look how you treat them! With disrespect, anger and threats! Why don't you stop being such a deceitful brat!

Bowing her head in shame, she knew that then she had wanted to strike out in hatred, make him feel her pain and suffering. Dropping to the ground, she buried her head in her paws as tears trickled down her face...

[Arien]

Intro time! ^.^

A small shudder ran the length of her spine, and a few spikes of dark fur shot up on her back. She wouldn't help thinking the same words, over and over.. Sending her down into a endless circle of foreboding. Enemy... Enemy territory. At the end of winter, the pack had crossed the stream, barely supported on the crackling, icey sheen. Snuck acroos, waiting, waiting...

It had been her first real duty in the pack. An attack had come. She had not looked forward to it, nor shied away. It was her duty, as simple as that. Though, she had to admit, she liked staying near the edges more. Secret, solitary... Safe. Watching. But no, not that day. She had been in the height of all action, the lead fighter. Grabbed by a lust for blood she had never before felt run through her, she had been the first on to dive into a den--and the amoung the last to come out. A few wolves had still been sleeping, slaughtered in their sleep. More awoek and put up fights, strong ones despite the plauge, but Stelle du Ciel had overpowered. As always. They had always been the better pack. The true pack, if only the traitors of Rio could see past the lies they told themselves, day by day. Stelle had been the one that was true to her father, Flusso had betrayed them all in her own sightless jealosy. Driven by hate and craving for revenge she didn't deserve, she had split the territory. And the two packs fought still. El Rio had been through hard times, pure signs from the heavens that Stelle was better. Always better. She ground her teeth, no expression showing on her masked face. Behind that, her eyes shimmering. Indeed. Want of revenge. But it was not so much as revenge she wanted but justice. Fight from the inside, the last words of her father before he left. The inside. She was on the inside, a high member in the strongest pack. She could bring their downfall. Both of them, the packs that had stolen the food belonging to all wolves, to the wanderers.... Velarael shook her broad head forefully; now was no time for dreams. And what dreams they were! She must be loyal, and with that she would gain the knowlegde she needed for rightful justice. She had no desire to spill more blood. Slightly nrevous by her own actions, she looked down at her paws, flecked with blood. She could not forget the battle, and she wanted more, to kill again. And at the same time she was disgusted for ever doing such a thing. Killing one who may have once been loved by another. Blood was still spattered across her brown-ish pelt, drying to spike in places. There was no time to get it off. No time at all. She would have to find a place to get back, to cross again into her land, but the floods were unsually high this year, and any try at swimming would end in her death. She skirted the edges of the territory, hoping to learn more from Rio, and praying she would not be found.

A sound broke through her dream world, and her tall ears twitched up, for they had been laying across her head, trying to shut out her thoughts as if they were sound. A wolf, perhaps? She pressed herself against a tree. No, not now, surely... There was but two wolves left of the pack! Frowing, only on the inside, she strained her hearing forward. Pawsteps, certainly. She crept forward, low to the ground. Suddenly, just a few mere meters from her, a wolf was on the grond, looking lost to the world. Velarael blink; was she dead...? No, no, just sitrting there miserably. How pathetic. She stifled a snort, slipping forward a little as she did so. A pile of leaves form the past fall crackled beneath her pads, and she froze, horrified. She slowly raised her yellow-green gaze to the wolf before her. Had she heard?