The Forest/Fjord

Should I be so dissatisfied with such breathtaking scenery...?
His eyes were sharp, fastened to the shimmer of light dancing upon the waves of the river, cutting through the mountains effortlessly.
The waters were calm, today. Or rather, so it seemed. Perhaps deep below, sheltered from the light and sheathed in blackness, the waters were churning. Roiling and boiling deep below, far from the eyes of life above.
He could not be sure. I could go find out for myself...
Instead, however, Rollo sat quietly, watching. His eyes glowed like the sun he gazed at, surrounded by blue. Blue--Such a distasteful color...

"Damn it all!"
Rollo shot to his paws, turning away from the personal alcove he had sought out earlier. His foot-falls were harsh; careless and violent as his thoughts once again turned to his so-called brother--His eyes bluer than the sky above. Ha. What kind of brother kills your only love!?

Ragnar. The simple word brought on a sea or emotions--agony, jealousy, hatred, all of it laced with the threadbare ties of compassion from so many years ago.
Was it really so long? No, truthfully it couldn't be.
But, it felt as though their competition had lasted through lifetimes. Longer still.
Grumbling to himself, Rollo found himself heading towards the direction of Ragnar, towards Anundr. Stop--Wait. Time will come to give your revenge...

A smirk. So playful, tangled with frustration, feathered across his lips and danced up into his golden irises.
Returning to his previous residence, Rollo sat, once again gazing upon the beauty before him.
And plotting the death of his brother.

He smelt them long before there was a sound.
There was two; two distinct smells that belonged to a specific wolf. A wolf who is trespassing... Yet he remained motionless, neither turning nor infuriating himself.
He was always angry.
A smile, coy in nature, bloomed across his face, and his eyes danced like firelight, shifting with emotions.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells... Perhaps I will find out... The flavor of sunshine and summers spent in happiness rolled over his tongue, mingling with the undertones of dark earth.
Yes, this smell was pleasurable.
The next was nice too, though not nearly as easy to breathe. So invigorating, and sharp.
Maddening.

Inhaling heavily once more, Rollos tail swished up in a provocative sweep; Today, he was playful. Today, he was in good spirits.
Today, he would recruit troops worthy of taking on Anundr.
"Either you both step forward and introduce yourselves willingly, or instead I will maim you both for trespassing. You may decide."
Rollo didnt bother with turning to face them, instead continuing to hold the breathtaking Fjord in his golden gaze, his smile still splitting his lips.

OOC; Just so you know Elthia darling, usually you should post in third person, meaning you would avoid all words such as I, my, myself, etc., and replace them with words such as She, her, herself, etc., and rather observe your wolf performing certain actions rather than be your wolf. Just a side note I thought I’d share .3. <3

"My apologies for being on your land, sir. I was hoping to find a pack to join."
Pitiful excuse...
Rolling the joints in his neck, Rollo paused and inhaled once more, before turning to gaze at the wolf now behind him, decked out in ebony locks that rested over a lithe body.
Well, at least she was smart enough to remain submissive, he could give her that. However, she was also stupid enough to cross into marked territory.
It was a nice balance.
”That doesn’t excuse your tresspasses, miss.” The emphasis on miss was little more than a jab at her formality, despite his great appreciation of it. His dancing eyes whirled with a challenge--If she was wise and valued her life, she’d refuse.
Ahhh, and so here comes the other...
Rollo turned his face towards the female that slinked forward now, and his eyes greedily ran over her; it was almost as though he was looking through a mirror. Or rather, the blurred reflection of his own in a lake; close, yet distorted beyond clear recognition. However, she retained the muscular form as he did, and the array of colors was strikingly similar.
Her eyes were most peculiar. Entrancing...


A deep, throaty laugh escaped his maw as the smart-ass comment whispered past her lips, but soon the laughter fell from his features, replaced with the ever-present scowl/smirk.
"Trille," Rollo hmphed softly, waiting for her to elaborate. And, after a moment, she did. He paid no attention to her brief hesitation, though it made a clear note in his head. She hesitates… A shame.
Rising to his paws, Rollo casually strolled closer to the two, muscles visibly rippling under his coat,--of which he was well aware. ”Well, Trille Meihoss, willing and able, whom looks for a place to stay,” He stopped in front of her, head high and feathered tail higher. ”Give me a reason as to why I should allow you that request.” His eyes once again flickered with amusement, but beneath the swirling tendrils of play-time, was a sober intensity.
He was dead serious--And intended that she know it.
After staring at Trille for a moment longer, he turned to the nameless female. ”And you. Give me or name or get out; I’ll decide what happens after that.”
Leaning back slightly, Rollo offered a small margin of space to the two females before them, curious as to just how ballsy they were.
He could have some fun with these two, that much was certain.

"Well, mysterious stranger, you seem to have the ways of an alpha about you. And what is an alpha that has no pack, but only a lovely view to stare dramatically out into?"
A low, satisfied growl rumbled out of Rollos throat, his head nodding softly. Dramatic huh? Her words, unknowingly, fed his ego, and his tail began to swish contentedly. Golden irises glittered, and his mouth quivered slightly, a brief smile tugging at his lips.
He stopped, however, regaining his regal and dominant posture, turning to listen to the other female speak.

"In that you are correct sir. However I know most packs struggle to find Heimtas. Would you not agree?" Her voice was soft, laced with a sweet kind of sass that, if used properly, would always put him in a good mood.
Rollos composure remained stiff and expressionless--for the most part--, despite his wanting to sneer at the word Heimta. True, they were hard to come by, and extremely valuable, as was every other profession.
Rollo was just biased; He respected warriors, in a much greater aspect.
"I am Elthia. Once of the Western Point Pack but am no more sir."
Rollo nodded, rolling her name over his tongue softly to himself, eyes drooping with a strange sort of wonder.
Both of these females had such unique, peculiar names; the best kind.

"Well, Trille, Elthia," Strolling away from the two, Rollo put the desired distance between himself and the loners before slowly twirling around to face them again; his bulky, muscled body was no stranger to grace. "Im Rollo, and you may call me simply that. Fólkhagi, is also acceptable, as well as preferred."
His gaze traveled between the two as he spoke, steadily making eye-contact.
"You have trespassed on Volundr territory, however now you've become a part of Volundr." A smirk, boyish in nature, feathered across his face. Despite the youthful look, it retained the sort of power that only an adult could gain--And power shimmered off Rollo in waves.
"Now that you're both a part of my pack, know that we will be fulfilling a... Personal, agenda of mine." Danger sparkled in his eyes, flooding throughout his body and creating a new aura about him that was seldom found outside of battle. "Ragnar, of Anundr, is our enemy. All wolves that follow him are to be slaughtered on my command. Hesitate, and I will kill you myself. Am I understood?"
Cocking his head slightly, Rollo waited for questions, tail flicking with impatience for having to wait for a reply.
But, he sat, his skull electrocuted with a new sensation of pack life, driven by the thought of once again, slaughtering Ragnar.
What else?

Rollo paid little attention to Elthias thankfulness, brushing the comment off as if it was a pest that buzzed a little too close. Her other comment was ignored as well, though he also made a note of her hesitation.
Pup or not, it was hesitation. Would you not do the same…?
Shaking his head to rid his mind of the questioning thoughts, Rollo flicked his ears to listen to Trille.

"Personal agenda it is. I won't ask you why you want the Anundr wolves disposed of, but I am curious as to where they reside?"
Rollo clenched his jaw slightly, eyes landing heavily on his newfound twin. ”Most of the land around here belongs to Anundr,” He paused briefly, gaze hardening. ”They mostly reside around the last mountain that joins the two separate ranges; Bymarka Mountain. You will most likely meet them when we go on our first hunt.” As he finished, a devilish smile swam up on his face, replacing the seriousness of his previous facial features.

However, as Elthia dared to draw closer, the humor evaporated into the atmosphere, lost. For now.
"I especially won't hesitate if Ragnar is part of the reason why you carry loss around with you, Rollo." Loss? She couldn't possibly know about loss; Especially mine.
Snarling, Rollo snapped towards the ebony silk of Elthias coat, despite her already having backed off. His eyes were set ablaze with flames more dangerous than those on the sun, body quivering with restraint.
”First lesson; Do not speak to me of loss. You’ll regret it.”
Truthfully, he wasn't so much furious than unsettled; How was she aware of his loss? Perhaps she’s a witch...
Regaining his composure, Rollo sat back and cleared his throat, closing his eyes for a moment. Rage still clearly pulsed through him, regardless of his now relaxed posture.
His tail flicked with agitation, and he stared at Elthia silently for a good long while, before turning to size up Trille once more.
"Is there anything else either of you would like to add? Or shall we proceed to the Jord? I assume you're both hungry, yes?" His voice was calm. Cool, and collected, to the untrained ear.
Ragnar could be the only one who would possibly hear the turmoil seething beneathe the surface.

The female listened intently as she noticed the group of members, She'd say at least four, rounded up in a pack. Some were being recruited, some were already there.

Elo was none of the two, but infact was in the shadows, watching intently. She noticed a large brute, filled with vexation and envy, which you could tell easily due to the fact that he took heavy, deep hateful breaths as if his chest was burning, along with the distasteful look on his facial features.

He must've been mourning, and this Elo would know. The female blinked as her eyes touched a bit of sunlight, as then the warmth covered her ears, and then tracing down to her neck. She flicked her ear in annoyance, as her little hiding spot was blown over by the wind. She stared at the other members, one a pure black wolf, another an albino wolf, whom looked rather pretty in her opinion, and then two tan/brown wolves. One the dominant male she spoke of earlier, and the other a smaller specimen. Elo blinked in boredom, slowly slinking out from the trees and approaching the group of four. Her mind channeled through things to say, especially an excuse to the fact that she was trespassing, but she said nothing even when she approached face to face to the members. She simply stood, seemingly mute until she finally bent down and twisted her neck uncomfortably in submission. She then arose and dipped her head in respect. Submission and Respect is shown. Good, now I can begin.

"Unnskyldninger for adgang forbudt , men hva annet gjør man samhandle og delta i et korstog av ens art? [Apologies for trespassing, but how else does one join a crusade for their kind?]" the femmora spoke to the lead male, whom had a beautifully brought together stance and appearance. Perfect Genetics. She thought in envy, flicking her tail and ear on occasion. "In other words, I wish to join. Title is Elo Nystrom, pleasure to be under your rule."

Trille was the first to speak after his outburst, her voice tinged with a frosty calm.
She was hungry. He would provide.
But, his patience was being tried. Stretched to the point of oblivion, as Elthia spoke more.
He was not gentle in trying to hide that fact that he was furious, raising his lips towards the ebony female and emitting a soft, warning growl. Did I not tell you to refrain from speaking to me of such things, Elthia?...
Rollo didnt offer a voice to his thoughts though, instead choosing to ignore it. Two strikes; She would choose her last wisely, should she possess knowledge.

And it was suddenly that a new wolf appeared; a blinding white coat. Was I not paying attention? No, of course not...
When she found her way into his thoughts, his reason was clouded, awareness was distorted. Every emotion was balanced on the teetering edge of a blade, seconds away from toppling over the edge into the volcano.
Which, if pestered, would erupt in violent glory.

Rising to his paws, Rollo sized-up the ivory female before him.
But no, not ivory. Ivory was too bland a word for this wolf--Nothing but blinding white light shone off of her; there were no streaks of gray, black, brown.
She was born of snow, so it seemed. Rubies for eyes, pearls for fur.
Strange, and alluring all the same. Perhaps a Veiðimaðr? Those legs of hers would be well suited for such a purpose...
Flicking his ears to signal Trille and Elthia to flank him, Rollo strolled directly up to the ghost before him, looking down at her as he raised his head impossibly high. "You currently tread on Volundr land; Give good reason as to why and I may spare your life." He would've said more, if it werent for the scent of another wolf wafting to his nose. Another female. Are there no males around these days? No matter; Females fight just as hard...

However, as his eyes traveled to the now-visible female, he questioned himself. Confidence shedded off golden-eyed female in waves, washing over him with discomfort.
She was silent. For far too long.
Angling his body towards her, Rollo parted his lips, teeth rising up in threat--However they soon dropped back down, replaced with a neutral mouth and satisfied gaze.
Submission and respect. Good combination.
"Unnskyldninger for adgang forbudt , men hva annet gjør man samhandle og delta i et korstog av ens art?"
Of course... Damn.
Jealously once again sparked into flames within his chest, as Ragnar crossed his mind. Ragnar, who spoke fluent Norwegian. Yes, Rollo recognized this tongue of this female.
After a moment though, he laughed, nodding softly. He didnt speak such as this female and his brother did--He was too stubborn to bother with learning--, but he did understand quite a bit of it.
Perhaps another thing he had Ragnar to thank for.
"In other words, I wish to join. Title is Elo Nystrom, pleasure to be under your rule."
"Elo Nystrom; Wonderful name. This is Elthia, and Trille. They have elegant names too, yes?" His tail flicked to gesture to the two females behind him, effortlessly and smoothed over with grace. "I am Rollo. Welcome to Volundr." He had no questions prior to her acceptance, confident that she would suit his ranks well.
Plus, she had balls. He could give her that.
Rollo donned a devilish grin, before turning back to the albino female, prompting her to speak with his eyes.

"Good reason ... Well, I have none. I didn't know I was in a pack's land until I stumbled upon this little ... group,"
Rollo bristled slightly at the stubborn tone her voice took on, her brilliant red eyes shining with determination.
Where she got it from, he didnt know. And frankly, he didnt care.
His eyes roamed over the colorless wolf before him with a sort of curiosity--Her coat was brilliant, yes, but it was so odd. Never had he encountered an albino before, and she seemed positivly off-put by the wolves around her.
Good...
Rollo inhaled softly, reconfirming the fact that he already knew Trille and Elthia flanked him. His tail swished briefly once, gently making contact with both of their coats--lingering on Trilles for a moment longer, though one would hardly notice. Now is not the time to show favoritism...

Taking another short step forward, Rollo settled his hardened gaze roughly on the female loner. "No reason?" Rollo hmphed softly, before parting his lips to speak more. "Pity. However, I value honesty, of which you've demonstrated. Give me your name, and select your rank."
Backing away, Rollo signaled Trille and Elthia to relax, and give him space. His golden irises sparkled with satisfaction--But his stomach rumbled.
They were going to have to go to the Jord soon, but for now it could wait. Let everybody get to know each other, before seeing how they operated as a single hunting unit. I wonder perhaps if any of them will die... Well, a weakling would deserve it.
Lost in his thoughts, Rollo sat back and nodded softly at everyone, silently instructing his pack to socialize.
Elthia, Trille, Elo, and a soon to be fourth member... Not so bad after all.

He smirked.

"Should I stand behind you?" The femmora asked a ridiculous question, noticing the two femmoras lurking lightly behind the male. It was a dumb question and rather smart mouthed, but really she meant it to be genuine. She was lucky to have a leader such as Rollo, considering the fact that often Alphas are inconsiderate softies who prance around and make others die for them, just because they were born into a fancy family. She rolled her eyes when she thought of her past alphas/leaders, but blinked the thought away as she waited for a reply. Her stomach gave out a small surge of cravings as immediately her scent started searching for game, like a metal detector. She turned to the horizon, off where the moon sets to search for any sort of prey the pack can hunt down for eachother. It was odd when the female turned, as whenever she moved her body she would have to drag her leg behind her, and then slowly moved her neck, as she also suffered minor back damage after falling down a few feet on a fjord similar to this one. She took a deep, depressingly long breath as she began to prepare to sprint to any spotted prey as soon as her Folkhagi signalled so. Now you must be thinking, How the hell can she run or fight in her condition? Determination and Anger. She can bring herself up to run far distances just from her will, and practically create the stamina. She pretends to act as if she's normal and tries very hard to be just as good as other warriors. She looks at her disfigured body and fights to be the best she can, also welling up the mistakes and things she's fallen for in her past.

She can only fight when provoked or remembering past memories of anger.

The females small stomach whined now, often pinching itself as it gets smaller and smaller.  

"Shall we hunt?"