A Twist of Fate

[-sira-]

I run in my pack with distant from everyone.

She tilted her head so her ear would be facing the two wolves. She was at a distance from them. And the curiosity itched, she wanted to know what they were saying. Brothers... Which is why she saw Mors smile. It was a rare moment to have Mors smile. One of the few reasons she doesn't like him. He has a stone cold personality. She hates it. Maybe having Kiaros around will make him feel less... Serious? She wasn't sure.

When it seemed the conversation was nearly over, she was able to pick up a couple words. Omegas den. That must be where he will be staying until he trial is over. She hadn't realized it. But she was smiling, 'he'll be staying in the omegas den... It's relatively close to mine...' she looked towards her paws.

When she looked back up, she kept her attention solely on Kiaros. He was the new member in the pack. She was excited. 

Maybe one day I won't be so alone.

[bratterratt]

<sub>So, it was done. Kiaros would participate in the trial period, a month's length. Thinking upon the details, Mors noted it would be the start of the next season, autumn, when Kiaros would be allowed full admittance into the Southern pack. Though his brother hid it well, the Alpha was not clueless to the initial displeasure of the news. But Mors had beliefs. He had standards. Those of which he would stick to until his death. And for this reason, Mors was an Alpha. Kiaros was so different from his self. His brother was, in a sense, an anarchist. He had never liked rules and even Mors had resented them in his pup years. But respect for a leader who set reasons and regulations had set itself in the ebony male as soon as maturity was reached. If Mors had been different, he would not have achieved a pack, as Kiaros had not. It was a true statement to say, the darker of the two wolves, would always be a leader.

Of course, there were times when Mors regretted his own personality. Though he had never showed it, in their younger years, he had been at times envious of Kiaros easy going temperament and ability to draw in acquaintances. But reaching his adulthood, Mors had put aside those thoughts. He wasn't a well liked wolf, for various different reasons, something he could see in the pack wolves. They didn't always agree with him and often, they seemed to flat out resent him. But there was something to be said for the fact that they followed him and bent to his position as Alpha. And that, to Mors, was enough. Not perfect, but plentiful.

Golden eyes once more on his brother before him, the Alpha wolf straightened his posture, allowing himself to stand in a more comfortable position that deserved the respect he received. Onyx ears swiveled forward, Mors nodded, expression grim, yet not unhappy. No. Though the trial posed an annoyance to a true reunion, it was his duty and in that very sense, gave Mors the knowledge he needed.

"Very well. The trial season begins today, brother. Keep within my good graces and perhaps we'll see about complete admittance," -the last sentence was said with an air of tease and the shadow of a smile. Kiaros was his litter mate and would hold that proper place within Mors' affection. Though even that title couldn't change the rules set in place...</sub>

[Xane;;]

Through Mors’ dark mask Kairos could see that his discontentment was not quite as hidden as he had thought. He silently muttered a curse at himself, for he had forgotten Mors’ uncanny ability to read his mood. Kairos was good, perhaps too good, at deception – and the fact that his brother could tear down a part of his disguise was unsettling. Kairos pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind and refocused on Mors, with some of his warm feelings gone. He listened attentively to his brothers’ speech, and although Mors’ tough exterior melted with a hint of playfulness, Kairos was not amused. Sure, he slapped on another grin and waved his tail, but Kairos felt a familiar resentment set his paws to itching. Mors’ talk reminded Kairos of the one bone he had to pick, one that had been festering in his hide for several years. But now was not the time, Kairos reminded himself. Now Kairos would just enjoy his new life in the pack by making friends, eating well, and appeasing Mors. Glancing around the clearing in which the rest of the pack stood, Kairos asked, “Well, King Mors, would you like to introduce me to your loyal followers?” Kairos’ merry mood had returned, and his tone was purely good-natured as he looked from one stranger’s face to the next. WORD COUNT 272 NOTES n/a LYRICS n/a

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[-sira-]

I run in my pack with distant from everyone.

She waited until the meeting between them was over. Eager to possibly be the one to show him around the territory. She sat down, being patient. Wondering when they would finally break apart from their personal conversation.

[[ooc;; not much for her to say. This is more of a response for Mors]]

Maybe one day I won't be so alone.