Suffering in Silence.

[talon]

He gave a pitiful moan as he woke. It was dark underneath all the trees but a lucky sunspot had popped through the foliage and covered his snout in a warm yellow light. Snarling he turned around slightly and shut his eyes once more. What day was it now? he wondered silently to himself. He had been out for quite some time.
Begrudgingly he stood and stretched, shaking his massive mane free of leaves and dirt and hearing the satisfying clink of his collar as he did so. The coppery smell of blood greeted his nose and turning he found a rabbit, or what little remains of it clung to its furry body. His ruby eyes stared at it for a while before getting up and walking away slowly. His black fur made him near invisible as he walked under some shade and stepping from it, he wandered a bit more until reaching his destination. He sniffed the air for a moment before dipping his muzzle into the cold water, reaching back lightly to take some hefty gulps.
Once done he looked at the sky and gave off a husky howl, the sound deep and low, yet loud and strong. He knew howls couldn't echo, but it was chesty enough to make an impact.
Where are you? Somebody. Anybody..

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=617186] I have thrown away my vice, Done away with paradise, See what's going on inside my mind... _____________________ The scent of blood was driving his senses wild. Yorick felt a strange need to know why something had been killed. It should have been obvious to him that perhaps it was only a kill from a fellow pack mate of his. This was not so however, and his stomach knotted in anticipation of what he would find. On all fours in his wolf form, he was trampling the foliage of the forest under toe as he sprinted through the trees,leaping over logs and zigzagging around rocks and fallen trees. His ears were perked at points nice and keen on even the slightest hint that he was getting close. The scent of blood was overwhelming to his nostrils, so it was not a hard trail to miss. In his mind he was wondering how to proceed should he find an intruder on there territory. Yorick knew very well that he was supposed to protect the packs boundaries since he was now apart of them, however he knew what life outside a pack was like, and he wasn't sure he was prepared to attack another over a simple kill. He hoped that defending himself would be his last resort once he arrived on scene. As the smell got stronger, he slowed to a much quieter walk, thinking to survey the area before just barging straight in. He wanted to know what he was in for, should the situation turn sour. Sniffing the air, he could only pick up one werewolf, though he knew better then to assume that there was only one, even though that may be the case. Standing tall on all fours, he kept his head up and crept out of the undergrowth to reveal himself. His eyes were narrowed, and the expression on his face, though serious, was not outrightly threatening. His tone of voice was smooth and carried a light air to it, yet his words held no light hearted meaning."Why are you on Veronti territory, and did you kill that rabbit?" Yorick wanted to roll his eyes at his own question about the rabbit, but he was stumped how else to question the lycan before him, he was no interrorgator, and definalty not violent unless called for. He was playing this one, by the moment. _____________________

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[talon]

Talon's ears perked before he had even realized a sound was made. Though his wolf and he shared a mind, it seemed like the instincts came naturally, even when he didn't expect them to. A growl played at his lips, his wolf angered by being snuck up on. Thankfully, Talon had gotten back control as the newcomer stepped forward, and turning his head, he glanced upon the furry form. Werewolf?
<I...I don't know...> his voice answered in the other wolf's head. Truth is, since last night was the full, he couldn't really remember much. In fact the biggest question on his mind was why he was still transformed. Then the recognition hit him and he realized he hadn't shifted back to human in weeks, not since he had run away from home and his father's oppression and wrath.
<I needed a place for the moon shift and I guess he--I--got hungry..> he spoke. Talon wanted to lower his ears, his tail and body, but his wolf made him remain erect and still, ears and tail perked.
<I'll leave immediately, I didn't realize I was intruding..>

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=617186] I have thrown away my vice, Done away with paradise, See what's going on inside my mind... _____________________ Getting a good look at the wolf before him, Yorick was wishing he had been more cautious about his approach to this intruder. Yorick was a fit animal by wolf standards, but this one was bigger then he was, and he had to say it bordered on matching Ulric his alpha male in size. The natrual pride of being a wolf made him want to resent the obvious strength diffrence between him and this other wolf, but he was not so mule headed as to acknowledge the danger was there. Still he was not prepared for the obvious distress and confusion that came from the lycan before him. It shocked him, though he kept his guard up. The male spoke, and Yorick listened as he practically fumbled over his own words in an apology. This if nothing else, made Yorick feel guilty. True he was supposed to prevent him from hunting and even stepping paw or foot into there land, however Grey remembered what it was like on the outside. He had been a husband once, had a family, and was not a part of a pack. It really didn't make sense for him to take away the rabbit from the man, as he had already killed it, and it wasn't like he was going to eat it. Yorick decided that unless one of the others in the pack caught the scent of the tresspasser, he would not speak of it in his report. If the male was caught again he might be more violently warned off, especially because of his size, Ulric would see him as a threat. Thinking quickly, he put a plan into motion, and reminded himself that this was not a man he knew, and so if he betrayed his help, then he would not hesitate to kill. For some reason Yorick was having trouble believing his fail safe instincts even as he said them in his head. Nodding to the male in acceptance of his words, Yorick spoke." You shouldn't have wandered here, but this once I will let you off easy. Mark my words another patrol would not treat you as such, and might act more hostile. You can keep your kill as well, since it has your scent on it, and I am not at liberty to return to camp with a kill. Where exactly are you from and how did you end up here anyway?" _____________________

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[talon]

Having gotten a good look at the wolf, Talon's ears perked a bit more. Though guilty of what he had done (though at the time he had no recollection of where he was or even how he got there) he now knew he didn't need to be afraid or even have a speck of remorse. It wasn't uncommon for new wolves to lose control, but for one as old as he was, it was something to be ashamed of. His father was for having bred such a disappointment after all.
He pawed lightly at the ground the way a child would cuff its shoes in embarrassment. Would this wolf attack? Was he the alpha here? Though Talon dominated the wolf in size and most likely weight, he had learned that that mattered little to an alpha. If the wolf attacked and Talon defended himself, who knew how large his pack was and how many claws and fangs he'd have sinking into his muscle and sinew? He took a shaky breath and glanced around subtly. The forest was enormous, the trees blocking most of the sun and a thin trail of early morning fog rolled around his paws. From the position his ears were in, he heard nothing but a stray bird here and there. Either this was an alpha doing some marking duty or surveillance, or a wolf wandering back to its territory.
At the wolf's words, Talon gave a light nod and a small shake of his mane.
<I understand perfectly, sir.> he spoke promptly.
<To be honest, it will be a kill gone to waste. I-I..I'm..> he hesitated. If he told this wolf what was wrong with him would he be sentenced for exile? It seemed his old pack barely tolerated him as it was, even with his own small chunk of land within the borders. other wolves dared not venture too close on the full moons, but those who did made a game of it--in most cases, it resulted in death if the other packmates didn't pry the victim from Talon's jaws. He decided to just take what was coming for him and he sighed.
<I'm a berserker..I don't know what I do when the moon's swollen.> he explained, feeling his ears drop once more. Though quite enormous compared to the other wolf instincts told him to act smaller, to behave like the subordinate.
<There are no wolf deaths, though..once I'm in an area, my wolf won't leave it for the night.>

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=617186] I have thrown away my vice, Done away with paradise, See what's going on inside my mind... _____________________ Yorick was trying to remain as in charge and confident as he could around the newcomer. That was nearly impossible of course due to his size. Grey kept trying to tell himself that this was his territory, he was at home here, and that this wolf would leave. The problem with that was, Yorick was not at home in this land, the Veronti packs land, not his. Once he had been ruler of his own house, had a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter. His eyes took on a hazy look to there depths. Lost in his memories, it for a moment was to him like the intruder was never even there. It might be surprising how a lone wolf could seperate himself from his surrounding like how Yorick was doing. Those that knew of his past, which were few, knew that he often dazed backwards in time to revisit his lost loved ones. He did however snap out of it the moment he heard the word berserker. In a flash his ears snapped back up and his body position, which had previously sunken down to a slouched unkempt manner, was once more upright. He was however baring a little more hostility to his gaze. He had heard little about berserkers other then how dangerously unpredictable they could be. His gut was warning him to excavate this wolf now before anything could provoke its unruly habbits. Yorick heard his confession of never haivng killed another while in that state, but he didn't wish to take the chance. Speaking firmly and orderly he jumped down and walked near him."You cannot stay here. I will show you the way out. If you would please follow me." He felt like an ass, making him leave instanly after his confession, but he had no choice. Yorick was well aware of the courage that the wolf contained, since he was willing to speak about his faults in the first place. He waiting for him to react to his statement. Hoping to displace any anger, he spoke again in a more friendly manner." I mean nothing by this, you seem nice enough." _____________________

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