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B A R O Q U E

Morning sun sparkled softly over the dewy mountainside of Verratos as a shaggy red tinted wolf stumbled awake from his slumber. It was Baroque's first night taking the occupation of Alpha in these comfortable lands, and it had acted almost identical to a secret sanctuary for his troubled thoughts. This land was a safe home, well-protected by the surrounding forests that were thick with greenery even in the colder winters. Not to mention the mountain on the far east side that was almost impossible to cross without a guide who knew the terrain. Baroque had vaguely explored the lower altitude portions and that had left his breathless. Farther up; that would only come with time and experience, both of which he was more than happy to gain along his newly gained Alpha-ship.

With a large stretch of his front legs and a grasp of turf under his blackened claws, Baroque surveyed his new land. It was truly beautiful today, a fresh, new slate upon which he could meet the members and possibly get some semblance of order made or just simply started in the right direction. It would be almost impossible to expect anything to just grow on it's own and yet Baroque didn't set off right away, first sitting down to consider his options in the dealing of Keen, the once proud Alpha Female of this land. Baroque slowly lowered himself to the ground, lowering his head to his rusty fur as he nibbled and struggled with his shaggy fur coat. Keen wouldn't go down into a type of slave position no matter the consequences, Baroque's mind knew for certain. It wasn't her nature, her will to do things. It would take a firm claw to put this hearty she-wolf in her rightful place, even if that was outside pack boundaries. But Baroque noted to make it seem that whatever happened was approved by him and decided on by him; he could not show himself to be any less than true Alpha material to his new pack mates. Not if he wanted what he had been planning.

With his mind more reconciled than before, Baroque lifted himself up, setting a sharp path south to where he knew the meeting rock would be standing. The wind whistled through the short brush, running through his fur as he moved about the tree line as to not lose direction. He wasn't entirely sure about the area here yet and until borders had been secured for good he wouldn't try trespassing of any sort. No, he had challenged this pack for a reason and he would let nothing stop his agenda of domination. As the trees thinned out more Baroque's dark eyes began to pick up on the brighter, lusher colors. It was a green explosion, considering the closeness to winter and it sparkled under the morning dew's touch. There before him stood the tan rock. It was about two wolf lengths above; not too tall but just high enough to impose a leadership status. Perfect. With a swift transition into a lope, Baroque leaped up, scrambling for a secure hold as he scaled the rock.

From above the land spread before him, a green and brown rolling expanse of nutritious land all for the taking. Out a ways some deer could be seen grazing, their little fawns bigger now that they'd lived a few months to grow some. The Alpha's mouth watered at the thought of some substantial food before he reprimanded himself; he could organize a party for hunting later and get to know the pack members later in a more one-on-one setting. Mind on the task at hand and the meeting he needed to call, Baroque let loose a thundering howl. It rose and sang of new leadership, of coming changes and choices to be made. At the head of the rock's peak stood the new Alpha, awaiting his start as Verratos's new leader. "Bring it on." A simple mutter, a statement to all. Bring it on.

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mmmm. Any pack members welcome! new or old. <33 should be fun, hmmm? xDD

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You Rang?

As usual Keen had woken up before dawn. Getting up she stretched her limbs; gritting her teeth as her paw hit the ground. Marks of her recent battle scarred her bodess and her muscles were tight. If she were to retake her territory she would need to fix her injuries.

The wound to her paw had been deep but it was a simple wound and would heal well. Of course a scar would replace the newly found scab but that was not her biggest concern. Keen's muscles were sore but after her stretching they were quite loose. With the recent events she had forgotten to practice her fighting and it had cost her the match.

Baroque had not yet found the cave up high in the mountain where she had slept as the alphaess of these lands and she had planned not to tell him for as long as possible. Things would be better that way. Keen would have a place to rest that was completely unknown to the leader. Well for now anyway, and if his tracking skills were anything like her own he would know soon enough.

The climb up the mountain had been hard on her with her paw and all but she felt she deserved it. It was a sort of self punishment for having lost her land. Not to mention it would strengthen her injuries. Keen headed down the mountain the the warmer air below, a ten degree difference in atmosphere. Slipping and sliding down the rocks she tried to place her paw in the most advantageous areas.

Finally she made it down the mountain only have fallen three times or so. Coming to a water source she stopped at the edge and looked at her ratty complexion. Her muscled seemed to bulge from their exertion over the past week or so but she would get used to that. When her paw healed she planned to run and do exercises to make herself an even better fighter and build her endurance.

Dipping her head she took a few swallows of the crystal clear drink and then headed off. Keen knew she must make her act well if she were to play the role of a slave and not have Baraoque suspect a thing. Practicing she hung her head and let her tail dop, let it hang below her ankles. The position was unnatural to her and so she raised her head and tail slightly to a more comfortable position. Now she looked willing but not submissive.

A howl rang through the forest from a spot she knew well. The proud wolfess stood tall and raised her head and tail for the moment. Only in solitude could she stand so for it was quite improper for a slave. Picking up a jog pain shot through her paw and the shoulder that was compensating for it. Grimacing she continued; sometime she would need to increase the pressure on her injury why not now?

As she came closer to the meetin spot her tail and head once again dropped and she walked slowly to the rock. She lifted her eyes but not her head to look at him. It pained her heart to stand here so lowered. Keen kept her voice low and as best she could form the words she whispered, "Yes ma....mas...master." Keen hated stuttering but it completely the look of a submission former ruler and that is what she needed to procure.

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I'll be sure to post tomorrow; lacrosse and winter guard tonight. <33

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