Accept Me or Leave Me

Prospect Posts : 16 Join date : 2014-11-03

Valentine was running through some deep forest. No idea where we was going and no idea when he'd stop. His claws dug into the soft earth, pushing him forward with great speed. His mind was lost but then it hit him, a very strong scent of something he had never seen before. He had heard of werewolf packs, but never come across them. He stood on his hind legs and breathed in the scent so he could trail it. He started running after the scent, his hazel eyes darting back and forth. He stopped were the scent became strongest, he was at the border. He tilted his head back and howled, hoping to gain some attention from the leaders. His howl was strong but a bit worn, yet he knew it would alert anyone who was nearby or far away. He stayed in his primal form, not wanting to be torn apart by a werewolf whom thinks he's a human. He crouched down until he looked like he was sitting, yet he wasn't. He was ready to escape if it was needed. He was sneaky, yes but now he was in sight and waiting on something that could end in disaster. He didn't know much about packs, but he knew he had to be at least somewhat submissive. He tilted his head, trying to remember what his mother taught him about submission. He slowly pressed his ears against his head and wrapped his tail to the side of his body. His hazel eyes widened and he stayed silent, was he submissive enough? Or was he too much of a rogue? He shook his head slightly and grumbled a few words to himself. He settled down and listened to every sound that was around him. His eyes shut and he concentrated on the tiny sounds versus the larger sounds. He liked to listen to the various sounds of large places. Today was just another day for listening. His mother had always praised him for his amazing listening skills and sneaking around. She had told him that he had a good memory and to use that information one day when his time came. It was true, he was good at finding information and he even discovered something about the government that some had tried to kill him for, but he had killed them first. He shook his head and opened his eyes, staring towards the border with curiosity. "This will be interesting."

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The leaves of autumn had changed and fallen over the floor. They blanketed the earth in their beauty while the winds tried their best to pick them up from the ground. Lucian walked along the borders of his lands. His four legs moved with precision and speed. Nothing could stop him. His territory was vast and large, expanding over hundreds of miles. As he was running, he slowed to a stroll. His feet barely touched the ground it seemed. As he heard a howl, he approached the visitor as an Alpha male. His ears were perked froward, pressed to the most forward position on his head. His muscles tightened, showing their full strength even through his coat. He made his way as his green eyes stared into the world around him. As he presented himself to the other, he stood at his full height of fifteen feet tall. He looked down to the other male. His eyes looked over his body, searching his form and noticing the submissive position. It was a good thing to see. He understood the nature of the border game. It was a pleasant thing to see. For a moment, Lucian did not speak. He kept his mouth closed, thinking of what exactly he was going to say. Continuing to keep silent, he spoke to the other through their telepathic connection as wolves, "state your name and your purpose here..."

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Valentine slightly jumped as he felt his mind rattle with the telepathic connection. His hazel eyes glanced up slightly at the other werewolf, seeing how tall he was and his size. Don't wanna get in a fight with this guy... He shook his head slightly, deciding on what words to form his sentence. "I am Valentine Kinship and I seek acceptance into this pack, this home." His words left his mouth and he bowed his head in respect. He had never really been at a border for werewolves before, so it was all new to him. "Sorry sir, I have never truly been at the border of a pack before... My mother talked of such things however. I suppose you wish to know what use I shall be to the pack, yes?" His voice was very calm and gentle, holding the utmost respect. He stayed very still in case the other became un-pleased with him. He didn't want to move to quickly and seem a threat to the pack. No, he was cautious and held his ground. He breathed calmly, trying to prove that he wasn't nervous or scared of what might happen. Though that, he was also excited and had such a pounding in his chest from his heart. He was awaiting a response from the larger werewolf, perhaps a name that he could call the beast by. He would give anything to prove he was very worthy of being accepted into the pack and given a rank. He didn't know what rank he would receive but he'd settle for any as long as the alpha were pleased with him being that rank. He preferred being spoken to before he spoke so he would know he was in the safe zone and not edging over into a danger zone. Of course this was because he knew a werewolf that rambled on and on was sometimes annoying, and even though he wished to say a few things, he wanted to wait and be sure it was safe to speak. He didn't want to be an annoyance, just wanted to prove his own skills. Of course he wasn't much of a fighter, but he could endure much pain and wounds in order to keep something secret. He was good at gathering information and listening, but also reporting and making sure he's right on the information before sending it to the person whom wants it.

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As the large black male stood over the other, he looked down to the wolf. Apparently, not a single Werewolf he knew would actually use their special gift. It was the ability to speak to other Werewolves through their thoughts. It was perfect for their race, to speak in private and keep their words from the ears of others. He did not speak about it, though he would remind himself to speak with Callista about it. "Werewolves are a proud race and though you may not know who I am, I will let you know. I am Alpha Lucian. There are many things I expect of my wolves here. The first and foremost is respect. If you do not show respect to me, then you will suffer the consequences. The next is your knowledge of the rank structure. Follow the rules, listen to the commands, and follow the rest of the pack. I am the original Werewolf. All our lines come from me. So do not test me in any way. Do not doubt my words as they are important. In order to live amongst this pack, you must also have devotion. I want you to be devoted to your pack mates, as well as to me. In the event of trouble, you need to give your own life to save others. In these lands there is one main enemy we have, and the other races we do not worry about. Vampires are our number one issue. They are here and they are dangerous. Have you ever faced a Vampire? Tell me of yourself, your skills and what you have accomplished in your life." He stared at the other, curious as to what he was going to say next.

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Valentine was standing very low to the ground out of respect, as the alpha spoke he listened and delved the words into his mind. Well, Alpha Lucian... I highly respect you. His mind used the telepathic connection without meaning too, but he just bit his tongue and decided to go with it. I was born far away from here, twins to my dear sister Carrie. We had an older brother about five years older, corrupted by the humans and their lies at a young age. I was home-schooled by my mother and my aunt, they taught us everything about werewolves and our enemies. He looked down at the ground, his ears flicking from the past that bothered him. My sister was a fighter, I was quiet and very observant as a child. Damion, my older brother, became a trained assassin for the humans. The humans knew not he was a werewolf until one day during fight training, he came home with orders to kill his family. I became enraged and transformed to my primal form... I was young and very protective of my family. He transformed and he tore the house apart as we fought. My sister and father died to the humans, my mother taken to a lab and tested on. My brother died to my hands and I, like a coward, ran away. An ashamed look crossed his face and he shifted ever so carefully, searching for the words to go on. He took a deep breath as he tried to recall the memories that seemed so far away and yet so very close. They pained his heart but he kept a strong face and figure on, ignoring what he felt so he may continue his memories. I regret running away but it was my only chance to survive and keep living, much grief held my heart for many years. I became a teacher many miles away from my first home. While teaching I learned my dearest Aunt and Uncle died in a fight to vampires, I became angry and hatred grew within me. I wanted to kill all the vampires in the whole world, but instead I left the town I was in and made my way to an old house. There I met and fell in love with a werewolf named Rickie, later we became mates and she bore a child. She died in child birth and the child died hours after. After a few years, many of us 'rogues' went and set my mother free, she is safe...hopefully. His hazel eyes barely glanced up at the stronger werewolf. Not really wanting to continue, but feeling better to get it all off his chest. I write books and publish them under different names, I am a substitute teacher for Science and History... Maths as well. I handle information well Alpha Lucian, though I have yet to meet a vampire face to face, I know they are my enemies. He shook his head gently, all of his words were true and he hoped the Alpha would understand. My life story is young and still growing, I have not heard many tales but I'm sure my life tale is just another sappy story that you've heard before, far are worse then mine and I respect most others unless I find a reason to believe that they do not deserve my respect. And you sir, Alpha Lucian, have gained my highest respect already. His telepathic link ended, his words and past were told. His skills and worries were off his shoulders and now it depended on the alpha.

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Listening with such strong stance, his ears never faltered to stand straight up. His emerald gaze stared to the newcomer. His tale was long, perhaps too long for a border. But it seemed Lucian was also in the mood for a story, one he knew by heart. It was one he would never forget. As the boy's tale came to an end, Lucian nodded his head once. It was an apologetic display, showing the respect for those he had lost. War was a beautiful and grotesque thing. It was a life choice of the very own leader for the Werewolves. Until Demetri's body was laying on the embers of change, allowing the fire to consume his corpse, Lucian would never stop his war. "I can tell in the years you have had on this earth, that you have learned much. You have gained skills and tactics. For this, I am pleased with you. It is through pain and suffering that we really reach our full potential. Not only do I see use of you as a Warrior, but I see it in the form of your writing. I shall like to sample your writing, but only for one purpose. I want all to know my story." At this time, Lucian shifted to his human shell. The body of a man stood before that of a wolf. But even with the height disadvantage, Lucian was not afraid. He knew what he was capable of in both forms, and he did not worry. "For centuries, humans have depicted my story in so many different ways, that some of them just sound ridiculous. I do not know how much you have heard about 'Luciarious The Vile', 'Lucius The Sinister', "Lucifer The Sinful'... All these names are me, but they all tell a very different tale. Humans can't seem to get the facts correct. I want you to publish a book, tell it exactly how I will tell you of my life, so that the world will know the truth. Lucian motioned for the other to sit, as he took a seat upon a large rock before the other. He looked to him and waited patiently, once seated, he spoke in a low and deep tone. "When I was first born, I was a single child to my mother. My father was a drunk, a loser, and left my mother while she carried me in her womb. For the first eight years of my life, I was a human. I had heard stories of the vampires, but only from my mother to scare me to behave. One night, I was on my way home from the city and I was attacked by a large creature. In the night, I could not see its form, but it bit me. The spot of which it attacked, flushed hot like a fresh lava spilling from the peak of the volcano. Blood dripped everywhere. When I made it home, I fixed my wound, trying to stop the bleeding and clean up the mess before mother got home. In the next few days everything changed. I was hungry all the time, and finally on the night of the full moon, I changed. I ran from my home while I stayed in the woods and watched my mother weep. For months, I watched her home, not daring to leave for her protection. But one night as I was hunting, I heard someone in a long coat enter the home of my mother. I ran to the window and watched as the two shared a drink and conversation. The scent from him was vile and disgusting. It made me want to tear him apart. But I did not, I waited. I should not have waited. For the next thing, he bit my mother's neck and drained her of her blood. I busted through the door and he disappeared. My mother was dead. From then on I swore I was going to find this man and kill him. Later years, I discovered he had been the leader of the vampires, his name was Demetri and he was changing humans left and right. I had to stop him. For what seems like a millennia, I have been seeking him. Every time I find him, he finds a way to vanish among the shadows. Hundreds of years ago, I fell in love. We had numerous litters, but my favorite son, Jasten. He was a proud and brave wolf. He had an urge to fight, to train, to kill. On the eve of battle before the large war with the humans, my mate begged him to stay, but he did not listen. He fled in the night and joined his brothers on the front lines. There he was killed by a human, the General to be exact. When the human forces were too much, we retreated for safety. Not long after, I lost my mate to a Kitsune, and time goes on. I will always hate the vampires, and I will get my revenge on them and the humans, no matter what the cost. They are vile creatures on this earth." Lucian looked to the other and gave a slight smile. "With little training and a lot of information about things, writing and all that, I think you would be best suited as a Scout. So, from now on, you are to be known as Scout Valentine. At this time, you are free to roam around the lands of the Werewolves or do as you please. Welcome home."

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