Into the HURRICANE : Syrus/open

[Xane;;]

It was the middle of the night, but Kairos was wide awake. The summer air was cool and damp; dark clouds rolled over the South Thumb, threatening to turn the dirt clearing into a mud patty. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, but the storm was not what kept Kairos up. He paced around the den site, his mind overrun with thoughts. The rest of the pack should be asleep, yet Kairos knew from the muffled sounds of wolves turning in their dens that they were not. A great calamity had struck the pack only hours before. On the third day of Kairos’ trial Mors had been struck down. It was a hunting accident; a mother moose had fought baqck when her calf was attacked, leading to a broken skull. Kairos could have tried to feed his healing power into his brother’s dying body, but he had not. He knew the hit was fatal. Now, only hours after the accident, Kairos pondered over his situation. The pack was without a leader, and Kairos fiercely wanted to claim the throne he had envied of for years. His brother, Mors, had always been the successful one. Mors had earned everyone’s respect the day he stepped up and became alpha, while Kairos had met only failure and hunger when he struck out on his own to achieve the same thing. It was his turn now. And with Mors out of the way, it would be easier than he had hoped. Being Mors’ blood-relative, the closest heir to the throne, Kairos didn’t expect much rebellion amongst the other pack members. He was well liked, and already had a mate in mind to join him. The plan was perfect. But as Kairos knew, perfect plans had a way of turning sour… WORD COUNT 346 NOTES n/a LYRICS show me what you got if you need me today cause the winds coming now gonna blow into a hurricane

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[-sira-]

I run in my pack with distant from everyone.

The moon hung over high, she slept in her den. Well almost slept, actually far from. She was wide awake, chaos had struck a few days prior. The loss of their leader had quiet an impact. On everyone. Wen he was her, sneeze a bit sour to him, due to his lack of happy times. But now since he had left, she wished it would all come back. Arguments spouted up everyday and every other hour since he had died. The word of the next leader was up in the air. No one knew what would happen.

Before he had died, a new wolf came into the pack. His name was syrus. He was a headstrong young wolf. Full of pride and spirit. There was a possibility that he would fight for it. Then, there was her new found best friend. Kiaros, which was Mors brother. Since he had arrived, she had amen quiet a liking to him. And she knew he would take his chance, since they were blood relatives. The anticipation was killing her. The future of her pack was still undecided. And she didn't want to go back out on her own. But if she were, she had a feeling Kiaros would be there, too.

Deciding that sleeping wasn't going to help, she crawled out of her den. Times like this, she wished she wasn't so distant from everyone, maybe things would be easier if all wolves had communicated together. And not hour by hour. She sat outside, the breeze picked up in the forest. It left the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She looked down at her paws. This was her home, and she wouldn't give up on it.

Maybe one day I won't be so alone.

[cadmiumchrysanthem]

The night cricket's chirped lullaby was a stark discrepancy against the ominous rumble of thunder and rain in the distance. The night hummed with grief, loss, and inevitable change. All of the pack, from pups to elders, shifted in their den with the uncomfortable nightmare of tomorrow. The future was even more uncertain for them now. There was no Alpha, no leader, no one to guide them through the tough times that were sure to come. The sensation of an aimless path prickled and rubbed against everyone's skin like sandpaper. Not knowing what tomorrow would bring was an ugly feeling, which no wolf wanted to experience.

Syrus listened to the whispered fears and worries of the pack mates around him. Their words were hushed with the lull of night, but the scent of their fear was strong and pungent, likely over ripened fruit. It covered the camp like a sickly sweet disease, spreading from the wolves themselves to the very essence of the Earth.

Syrus's breathing was steady and calm. The uninterrupted familiar rhythm of inhaling and exhaling pacified any frayed nerves he might have. He sincerely cared for the well-being of this pack and its members. In the short time he had been with this clan he had witnessed acts of pure joy, tears of pure grief, and unadulterated love. He would kill, and be killed, to protect the pack that he now considered a family. He believed, with all of his heart, that he was fit to lead this pack into an era of greatness.

[Shanto]

<sub>Grief. That was defiantly what Brock had been stricken with before he had even known that Mors was dead. The male had been directly beside his older friend when he had been stricken so hard. It was obvious that the male was brain dead instantly and it had only taken about a minute for Mors to pass. But it seemed that the pack hadn't grieved as much as they would normally. They, were instead, worried.

It was not as if the situation could get any worse. Kairos was already ready to step up to his brothers position. Brock liked the male and could see him as a leader if he could gain the fellowship but he needed more experience. Anything, though, could be better than what was happening now.

The pack had been on edge since Mors's death and as the new male Syrus had joined. It had made Brock more on edge than anyone other than Kairos. Brock did not care for the alpha position like the two males were blood ready for, but rather to keep his Beta position and defend his honor and pack from a potential threat. As he pondered his thoughts, while laying outside on the cool dirt, he saw Corra leave he den. What if she knew anything..? He felt the need to ask the female and with a slight curiosity to find out he whispered,

"Corra! Come here please, I wish to ask you something."</sub>

[Sandtiger]

Ever had your own words bite you in the butt? Well, ask Eyolf anytime, cause that's exactly what had happened. He had gotten into an argument whether or not they should join this pack with his brother Efron. Efron had not wanted to join the pack because he was suspicious of Mors, the Alpha at the time. Eyolf had gotten so mad at his own brother's lack of faith he had declared to his brother that Mors would perhaps die because of his unfaithful words and mistrust. Things had come to pass in an absolutely horrible way. Eyolf was sullen beyond comparison with his brother because he thought Mors had ended up dying just as he had said and for the same reasons he had declared. Or maybe it was Eyolf's fault cause he had said Mors would dye because of it, not Efron. This only furthered Eyolf's horrible guilt, he was worthless, he should've died because he was only a pup, useless compared to a great Alpha, who had taken in the pups only days before his own death. And so to calm himself, he decided a little bit of flying couldn't hurt. but how did a wolf with no wings have any hope of flying? Simple, if your a Shape-shifter. WHEEEEEEE!!! I'M FLYING! I'M A BIRDY! Veering right to land on a twig through the crisp night air, a song bird, happened to find an adult wolf below his perch, the wolf known as Syrus. And the songbird was who, you may ask? Well, Eyolf, obviously! I wonder what Syrus is thinking about? Ooh! Trick idea! Dive bomb him as a bird, he'll never know it was me, hehe!

[/i] thought the devious little songbird, Eyolf in disguise. He knew he had to be quick about it, or he'd be too tired later. Eyolf knew the powers came with a draw back, the longer you stayed in an animal form, the more tired you were afterwards! No one so far in the pack besides his siblings knew of his ability, and that made it all the better. Still, better not make them suspicious with suddenly a pup being super tired. Steadying his feet, the four month old pup in bird form had a twinkle in those eyes, it was time.

HEHEHE! I'm a bird playing tricks, that's funny!

Eyolf leaned forward and with a sudden high pitched alarm screech from his currently tiny vocal cords took off without a second's notice, straight at Syrus's head. The intent was not to harm, only to annoy or cause panic. Eyolf was a dart in the air, dive-bombing the wolf's head again and again. He loved the sheer rush of flight and fun together, and being only a four month old pup he thought he'd outdone himself on this one.

Come and get me Syrus! Hehehe!

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Lyrics: I'm a wolf, I'm a bird, I'm a rabbit, I'm a bear, I'm a great big elk or a big ol' bison. No one knows who or what I am cause I'm always a changin'[/b][/u]!
Notes: Eyolf's introductory post.
OOC: Lol, don't mind Eyolf, Cadmium, hope you don't mind, he's a trickster or prankster by nature! =)[/size]
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[Xane;;]

At a muted blur of movement, Kairos stopped his pacing and glanced searchingly at the shadows. He recognized Corra’s dark figure, and immediately felt a twinge of warmth stir in his chest. Kairos gave his tail a slight wag, just enough to catch her attention and send her his greetings. He was considering moving across the clearing to join her when Brock’s voice cut the silence. Kairos didn’t quite catch what Brock said, but it sounded like a question for Corra, so he hung back to let her answer. At that moment Kairos’ ears twitched. A songbird’s shrill cry caught his attention, momentarily peaking his curiosity. But then he realized it must be the meddlesome shape-shifter, that new pup named Eyolf. After all, what would an ordinary songbird be doing up this late at night? Kairos soon dismissed the slight disturbance. Kairos now saw that most of the pack was awake. Brock, Corra, and even the new male named Syrus was unable to find solace in sleep’s embrace. At this point Kairos realized that the songbird (whom he still suspected was really Eyolf) was pestering ol’ Syrus. Normally this would make Kairos laugh and join in on the fun, but not tonight. Tonight was not the night for games and merriment. Kairos flicked his ear impatiently, his gold-tinted brown eyes scanning the number of restless souls lying in the clearing. Why wait for the sun’s arrival and morning’s dawn? Kairos knew that all of the wolves were pondering the pack’s future, and he also knew that the lack of a leader was what kept many of them awake. There was no need to let them suffer in silence; it was time to step up to the plate, like Mors had done so many years ago. Kairos moved into the center of the glade, blinking as a few miniscule raindrops, like liquid ice, landed on his brow. Kairos encompassed the restless pack-members in his gaze, and spoke up in a hushed but solemn tone. “Southern pack members, I need not remind you of the predicament we are now in.” He stood resolutely as he addressed them. At the moment Eyolf was ruining his speech, but Kairos knew it needed to be done. “I think the most important thing for us now is a new leader, to keep the pack strong during this loss.” Kairos gave a slight nod, and briefly caught Corra’s eye. “If there are no objections, I would like to take Mors’ place as alpha.” This was the grand moment. Kairos quickly surveyed the present crowd, looking for any troubling signs that would threaten his plans. WORD COUNT 495 NOTES n/a LYRICS You ready for war, start fightin', start fightin' Watch out 'cause I come to tear the world up

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[Shanto]

<sub>"Well that answers my question Corra."

He nodded his head in a 'never mind' manner and he turned to the male trying to make a speech. A concerned look fell on the male's face as he stood and walked closer to the male. If he would not be able to keep his position in this pack then someone, specifically the male that kicked him out of it, would pay quite dearly for his mistake. His yellow and silver eyes were questioning while his tail swung back and forth in a nervous and frustrated manner.

It was not that Brock didn't like Kairos in the Alpha position, it was more that he was concerned for the well being of the pack under his control. The male lack good experience and a certain detail that Brock couldn't quite put his paw on. The male looked at the other with a manner that spoke a clear message.
'I don't want to challenge but what about my position?'


[[OCC:Sorry for posting out of turn but Brock's question was answered when Kairos started to speak.]]</sub>

[cadmiumchrysanthem]

The small screech of a song bird, sounded from behind Syrus. The swishing movement of air displacement as the bird dove towards his head ruffled against his ears, causing the ticklish sensation to alert Syrus to the bird's intention. He gently swatted the bird away, as his attention focused on Kairos.

"Not now, Eyolf." Syrus murmured quietly towards the bird who was unmistakably one of the new pups that had been accepted into the pack. The reason he understood it was Eyolf was because of the spiked, throbbing hum of energy that radiated from the bird's small form. Though Syrus could feel any presence around him, all presences had a different feel against his skin. They all had a distinct sensation that he could never forget.

Syrus's ice blue eyes tracked Kairos's movements and body language as he stood in front of the pack and proclaimed that he would like to lead them. His eyes beheld no emotion as he took in the information. Kairos was young; he had had no previous experience in leading a pack. Though Syrus had no first-hand experience of being an Alpha, he had been trained to help with the tasks of a beta.

The whispers of the pack stopped as they heard the same words that were currently running through Syrus's mind. No one had the intention of being the Alpha. The only two plausible candidates, not including Syrus, were Kairos and Brock. Syrus severely doubted Brock would want to take a risk in fighting Kairos. It wasn't that Syrus thought Brock was worried about losing, but that Brock already had a nice position. Why risk your current life if you were content with it?

Syrus felt a stirring in his heart as he beheld the idea of leading the pack. He would fully protect all of the wolves in his pack. He would try so hard to keep them happy and healthy. Those thoughts made Syrus's decision final. With a confident stride Syrus approached the center of the pack and looked directly in Kairos's eyes, silently proclaiming that he would challenge Kairos to the position of Alpha.

The only worry Syrus had, was if the pack would accept him as their leader.

[-sira-]

I run in my pack with distant from everyone.

An obnoxious song bird flew over head. While staying here, she knew who it was. Eywolf was one of the new pups that had be found an had joined. She cursed under her breath, such an obnoxious thing for him to do at a time like this. She stepped further away for him and syrus, and more towards Kiaros. 

Kiaros cut the silence with words that sent shivered down all the wolves spine. He was right, we needed a leader. But would he really be the one fit to lead? More s
Specifically, did she want him to? If he became the alpha, then there would need to be an alphess eventually. And she couldn't fit the position. And she would have to... Give him up? 'I don't know where these feelings are coming from... I can't be selfish... If he leads, he has to make decisions best for the pack, not for me...' she sat attentive, listening to what he had to say.

She glanced around the clearing of the pack. Everyone was awake now, even the wolves who weren't standing outside their dens were awake. Just listening to their fate. Three wolves that caught her attention, were Brock, Kiaros and Syrus. Brock was their beta wolf, why jeopardize something that was already good. Kiaros was Mors brother. Of course he would  try to go for it. But then their was also syrus, e was new, but it seemed he had the potential to take over. 

"We need an efficient way for the pack to decide their new fate as leader..." she decided to snap out of her thoughts and contribute. She already knew what was going to happen. In order to decide who take leader position, the ones who want need to fight and earn it. "Any wolf who has brains knows what we have to do. So... Who is going to fight for it?" she spoke up again. Already knowing which wolves would be interested.

Maybe one day I won't be so alone.

[Sandtiger]

Fleering his wings, Eyolf hovered a few feet above Syrus's head, glancing at the other wolves near him gathering around. Their was Brock the Beta, he didn't seem like he wanted to fight, and then their was that wolf named Corra. And then their was Syrus and Kairos. He had a pretty good idea they weren't amused. At that thought, Eyolf pouted in his head. why didn't they find it funny!? Oh well, maybe Mors's death made them sad to and they wanted to wait before having fun a bit? Cocking his head in bird form, he landed, folding his wings. He hadn't been in the form for too long, about fifteen minutes maybe. He'd just be a little tired. And with that last thought, the bird once again resumed his normal shape as a little pup. His chocolate brown eyes were confused, he scooted closer to Syrus, even if he had just dive-bombed him and was likely to be punished. He wanted to be next to another wolf. What's going on? Syrus and Kairos look a bit tense... Looking around innocently, he landed his gaze on Kairos who was speaking. His eyes widened, he wasn't that stupid! They were choosing a new leader, helllllllooooo! Mors was the old alpha and since he died, well, duh! He whimpered softly, now only a little pup in the midst of a serious discussion. Rain was softly pouring now as the thunderstorm that once was a distant rumble was overhead now. The little pup scampered over to Corra, gazing up with bright big brown eyes, pleading with her silently to let him be near her, as if begging forgiveness. I hope she let's me stick with her, I don't want to be caught in the middle of a fight! Yikes was the main word he word of put before. It was a risk to even be here, Efron would've never stuck around unless he had a good reason. Bu the wasn't Efron, he was Eyolf. And the beige coated pup looked at Syrus and Kairos with pleading eyes, begging them not to fight but somehow he got a feeling that wouldn't happen. Yikes! Lyrics: Silly pranks are things of the past, Serious fights are things of the present. Notes: None. OOC: N/A.

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[Xane;;]

When Syrus emerged from the crowd, his eyes beholding a challenge, Kairos unflinchingly returned his gaze. Somehow he had expected this; not from Syrus perhaps, but the younger, darker wolf was as good as any. His ear flicked toward Corra’s voice. He heard what she said, but the meaning of the words were lost upon him. Kairos’ mind was in another place now, a much more savage place. He had felt this feeling before, and recognized the sharpening senses and clouding logic. Twice before he had fought for rank; the first he won, the second he lost. Kairos’ first time was up against the old alpha of a small, roaming pack. He had driven the aging leader out of the area that time, but within months one of the pack’s young, adrenaline-driven males turned the tables. Kairos laughed softly, too softly for anyone around him to hear. This would be the tie-breaker. The stage was set. A group of onlookers crowded around the clearing’s edge, anxious to see the fight’s outcome but wary of getting in the way. The rain began to really fall now, the final cue for the show to begin. Kairos quickly ran his mind over the situation; he was fighting Syrus, a younger, but strong male. He did not know all of Syrus’ gifts, and must be wary for an unexpected move. The ground would soon be drenched and provide few easy foot-holds. As Kairos stared into his challenger’s eyes, he barely felt the rivulets of water cascading down his pale, tawny-colored fur. He made the first move. Kairos’ form blurred, and then vanished in a blink. He knew he had a good minute before his invisibility faded, so he bided his time, taking a few steps from side to side until he had decided the direction of his first lunge. Kairos’ body then tensed, muscled sinews growing taught as he launched himself at Syrus’ neck. His logic in this was simply to gain control of the fight by gripping his opponent’s scruff. With this completed, it should be relatively easy to pin him down or wear him out, thus finishing the battle without too much bloodshed. Kairos was old enough to know that biting to-and-fro like a crazed maniac would only get both of them seriously injured. In a rank dispute, it would be best to take a wrestle-like approach of fighting. WORD COUNT 456 NOTES Wheeee! LYRICS n/a

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[-sira-]

I run in my pack with distant from everyone.

She could sense that the time was coming near for the fight for the throne. The rain was drizzling upon the clearing of wolves. Her heart raced, the adrenaline of watching a fight always does that. As if she wanted to join in. but she knew it would be her own fatal decision to do so. 

The rain began to fall. And that was when eylof began to take refuge under her. Even moments before, he decided to use her as protection. Of course she would do it. It would be unfair to leave a pup in the middle of a fight. Her thinking process had taken her a bit longer to process. As she looked up, she saw everything in slow motion, Kiaros was making his move. And eyolf was still in the open. She acted quick, taking him by the scruff and pulling behind her, away from the fight that was about to get ugly. 

Of course she was rooting for syrus. For obvious reasons. In simpler terms, if syrus allowed it, she would have Kiaros down to herself. But who knows how that would turn out. But if Kiaros were to win, she would not be fit for alphess. It was apparent, for her at least.

Maybe one day I won't be so alone.

[cadmiumchrysanthem]

Syrus stared down Kairos in the middle of the pack’s clearing. He was prepared to fight Kairos, and win. In the blink of an eye, with no future notice, Kairos had disappeared. Syrus had heard tales of Kairos’ power with invisibility and the idea that he would have to face a wolf who was born with invisibility and healing was daunting. If he was a lesser wolf, he might not have challenged Kairos.

The throbbing pulse of Kairos’ life force traveled from in front of Syrus to his flank. He heard the shifting of dirt underneath wolven paws and could almost taste Kairos’ schemes as the older wolf launched himself at Syrus. In the split second that Syrus had before Kairos would collide with his flank and most likely pin him down, Syrus deduced it was unwise to make this battle a bloody one. He did not want to frighten the pack with his intense blood lust that he tried so hard to conceal.

A quick jolt of his muscles ensured that Syrus dodged his opponent’s attack attempt. With a flex of his paws he made his resulting move. With the mind of a master chest player, he mimicked the same move Kairos attempted on him. He launched himself at Kairos, while the other wolf was still in flight. The only way Syrus had moved so fast was because of his increased speed. He knew that to others he appeared as no more than a blur of black.

[Xane;;]

Kairos, not expecting Syrus’ sudden dodge, flew past the wolf’s black-streaked body. Idiot, he cursed to himself, braking and turning in one fluid motion. He saw his opponent standing a few feet off of him, but oddly enough Syrus’ gaze was pinpointed directly on him. Kairos glanced down at his paws, but all he could see was muddy ground. Kairos cursed again. He must be able to sense me, or- He was unable to finished the thought. Suddenly Syrus’ dark form was right there in front of him, and a split second later, he felt the wolf’s body hit him like a freight train. Kairos didn’t even have time to flinch. The weight hit him squarely in the side, and Kairos staggered, fighting gravity. He regained his balance only to feel Syrus’ teeth sink into his shoulder. He felt his invisibility start to weaken, so he dropped the mirage, and suddenly his muddied form became visible. Syrus’ strike had been off, therefore having his teeth in Kairos’ shoulder was not a huge disadvantage for the paler, older wolf. Remembering Syrus extraordinary speed only seconds earlier, Kairos decided it would be best to not give his opponent any room to move. So he allowed Syrus to keep his grip, while craning back his neck and grabbing hold of the male’s ruff. His jaws clamped down on the loose skin, determined not to let go. The sky darkened to almost black, leaving the two wolves to battle it out in near-darkness. A flash of lightning laid a cold light on the muddy clearing, but in the blink of an eye it was gone. The rain kept on falling down, and it gathered on the ground in dirty puddles. WORD COUNT 342 NOTES n/a LYRICS n/a

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[Shanto]

<sub>A small whimper of fear was enough to make Brock pick up Cheveyo who was standing next to him and scamper over to Corra where her brothers, Eyolf and Efron were. She wiggled free of his jaws and curled up next to Corra in fear of the two fighting males.

But the large brown male, Brock, would not stop the fight. What was going on? Cheveyo just didn't understand why he would let them fight like this in the rain. The mud coated the pups black paws and stuck to her soft belly fur. The male didn't get any closer to the battle but stood next to her, Corra, and her brothers. She whimpered again and looked up at the female.

"Corra? What is happening...?"</sub>