Volcano Pack:                 

The Springing Meadow is often where mothers bring their children on their first time out of the Volcano, because this is the safest place for youngsters to be, with its quiet, peaceful masses and calming, soothing blooms of flowers. Plenty of wildlife also adorns the area, having grown accustomed to the going ons of the area, giving little ones the joy of seeing other creatures for the first time.

Alpha Darkstone smirked as he walked along the path. He glanced from side to side" this spot is perfect... she's bound to come through here "he said smoothly" Prohaps even my little lab rat will come through here as well. hit two birds with one stone" he said coldly. A fellow wolf snickered and barked" you bet boss this is the perfect place... what kind of trap should we make sir? "he asked. Darkstone chuckled and glanced towards his brother the beta for some ideas.

(Part one) Rune snorted through his nose as the packmate tailing after them, finding both annoyance and amusement in his eager confirmation of his brother's words, knowing that Darkstone was hoping for a bit too much regarding the idea that both of the girls would come through at once - Rune himself knew that they weren't close, that Gwendolyn most likely didn't even know that Raylie existed, for the other fae had too many problems of her own at the moment, and always had. Such as trying to get out of the mateship that had been set up for her within the borders of their pack - she had rejected the proposal of being tied to the Alpha's only son, or even the idea of being bound to the Beta himself, but Rune didn't let that bother him; in fact, he had no interest whatsoever in females at this point in his life. Only the occasional urge for a good romp, and he could pick from any of the she-wolves back home for that. Besides, a mate would only tie him down and produce pups he did not want, though he was aware he'd have to continue his bloodline sooner or later, as was his duty considering he was the Beta. Then again, Darkstone had already taken care of that with his own pups, unruly and spoiled as they may have been in the case of the son, tortured and beaten in regards to his only daughter.

(Part two) Still, regardless of all this, he found himself rolling his eyes at the third male's too eager tone, finding his suck up nature a bit disgusting; if he were being honest with himself, he had to admit he felt just a tad queasy about it, in all actuality and reality - but then again, he never could stand suck ups. They were merely bottom feeders who leeched off of the powerful, licking their feet ceaselessly so that they might have some chance or hope, however slim, of getting ahead in life. Rune had no patience for it, and the third male was lucky that the brawny Beta did not snap his head off or crush his windpipe here and now. Lifting his head as they came to a halt, he ruffled his fur before smoothing it down, though it still stuck up slightly at the girth of his shoulders, flicking his ears while his cold blue eyes looked about, nose twitching as he took in the scents and sounds, causing him to sneeze unceremoniously at the sweetly cloying perfume of the floral aromas. Snot sprayed in all directions as he did so, and he shook his head in an agitated manner, flattening his ears as he sniffed disdainfully, curling his upper lip in distaste for the area already - he hated flowers. Hated their bright, pretty colors, the warmth they symbolized, and the irritating way in which they made him sneeze. And the headaches they gave him. He rather hated those too. "Well," he gruffed, "we could set a trip wire, send her tumbling headfirst into a net. Considering how thick these wretched flowers are, she'd never suspect something lurking just beneath the surface."

Darkstone got reather annoyed by the other male behavior knowing he wanted so badly to please him. He liked that attutide in his girls not the males... in males he wants strength and someone who does the job right the first time and doesn't seek reward for it. He glanced back at the male before looking back at his brother. He smirked" perfect the flowers will defenatly hid the wire as well as our scent "he said and chuckled" maybe we'll be lucky and the two of them. Gwen will be ours and as for that run away lab rat... strong punishment is advised... the pack may do what ever they wish with her each pack for a singl night "he said coldly. he was fully aware that the female he spoke about was his own flesh and blood but he could careless. how many times had the poor girl been at deaths door by her father's hands... how many times has she been used as a toy for they amusement and pleasure. so many times in fact that once Rune and Gwen found her with her wrists slit. A small note was written saying that she was tired of the abuse and pain... that this wasn't a way to live and if death was her only escape then let her go. but seeing as she was still around that didn't happen after that raylie was totured the worst and she ran away. 

Rune flicked an ear as he glanced back at his brother, bangs falling into his face, framing his muzzle and enhancing the strength of his jawline, flicking his tail idly as he listened to his brother's speech. He blinked once at his brother's calloused tone in regards to his own offspring, inwardly shuddering at the punishment - he himself would never have taken part in such a thing, but there it was - though he showed no outward sign as to this internal horror, the conflicting morality within him swirling ever deeper in his heart. This was how it had always been, and this was how it would always be. There was no changing it, and Rune knew that, there was nothing he could do to stop it or alter the course of fate, just as he was helpless in regards to the path of history. He knew that Raylie had attempted to leave this life, and he remembered how Gwen, loyal Gwen, had stayed by the other girl's side, helping to care for her, to ensure that she survived that tragic, terrible time. In fact, Rune believed that had she been permitted to remain with Raylie, the girl would have fared better, had a more optimistic attitude and outlook, but seeing as Darkstone wished to engrave upon her a lesson she'd never forget, he'd never even entertained such a notion, nor come close to ever considering such an inkling, such a condition. As a result, Raylie had fled, and Gwen followed in her footsteps shortly after, though it was unknown still to this day how the two females had managed it. Until that dreaded, fateful day, no she-wolf had ever managed such a feat, and then in the time span of two weeks, they'd lost two of their most prized faes, the nobly blooded bargaining chips that would ensure the longevity of their futures, and seal the contract of their offspring, as they would be expected to provide heirs without question. But all he did was nod in affirmation, consenting to his brother's wills, whims, and ways. "As you command, my Alpha. We shall get the net ready, and hide it accordingly in the thickest portion of the stalks. When the time comes, shall we show ourselves in order to drive her to the desired direction?" His tone was bland, lifeless, as always. Unquestioning, ready and willing to follow orders. He knew the alternative if he did not.

Darkstone smirked and nodded" good "he said smoothly and walked around the area checking things out before finding a spot to lay low until the time comes. He loved the sound of toture and pain. He loved experimenting on people he felt was below him.  Raylie unfortunately was the favorite for him to experiment on how many times had Rune found her in the infirmary or barely alive in her cell that was her home during the years she grew up there. Raylie wasn't allowed out and about on her own always had a guard on her. which Her father always alowed them to treat her like dirt and for a reward of watching over her they got to have some fun. Very rarely did Darkstone ever ask Rune to babysit Raylie. But when he did Raylie seemed to relax just a little knowing she wasn't about to be used by him. She even let slip once that she wished he would be the one to excort her all the time... but if she was asked about what she said she would say sorry it was nothing go quiet clearly not wanting to annoy him or anyone. let alone make anyone mad because she knew the punishment for that. 

Rune gave a curt nod, twisting to look back at their subordinate, lifting his head as he snarled, "Let's go. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home. And get away from these darned flowers." He muttered the last part below his breath, snorting as he sneezed once more, the fragrant pollen doing more than making a meager effort to tickle his nose. "Ugh." He growled in annoyance as he plodded away, going off to find some suitable rope for their plan, as well as some wire. He knew they had brought some along, but that was back at the camp - luckily that wasn't too far back, as they moved pretty often, and had the foresight to set up a new dwelling or base of operations as they went along, not quite knowing how long this assignment was going to take, or when the perfect opportunity might present itself. As they trotted, Rune's head lowered, and his tongue began to hang out of his mouth, his thick coat bushing up a bit in order to relieve some of the heat, feeling it become trapped in his dense underscore of fur, and knowing it was due to his childhood in the frigid mountains. Here was not there, and it was warmer by far in these lands than anything Rune had ever experienced. It was also quite clear he wasn't particularly enjoying it - he preferred the frozen realms of the mountains, the thick drifts of snow, the frozen nature of the lakes. Still, it wasn't like he could go back. Not yet. Their task, this burden of a chore, was not yet done.

The other wolf nodded" yes sir "he said and followed him. He shook his head" darn it's hot out. "he muttered" I haven't sweated this much since I was able to spend a night with a girl "he muttered as he headed back towards their little camp. He glanced around and sniffed the air" what do you think the chances are that we'll find those run aways? "he asked. Darkstone laid down in the shade to try and cool off. He relaxed and smirked trying to figure out what shall be Gwen's punishment for running away. 

Rune ground his teeth together momentarily as the brute beside him continued on; he wasn't one for idle conversation, and besides that, he was tired, he was hot, and he was cranky. He didn't entirely agree with what they were doing, knew there was nothing he could do to alter it. He was trapped here in this place, this time, this pack, just as he always had been, and just as he always would be. The gentle breeze that blew past the fragrance of the meadow carried the sweet scents of the flowers once more to his nose, the bright yellow orb that was the sun beat mercilessly down upon his back, pushing beads of sweat through the thick layers of his startingly white fur - unlike his brother, Rune's coat was more of a snow shade, littered with coal black designs, adorned with luminescent teal eyes, figure lanky, though well built, and heavily muscled for one of his size and stature. He had to be, from all the snow plowing he did back home, plunging through the depths to make the way easier for other pack mates, particularly the younger females, who were to be kept neat and pristine, due to their all important role regarding breeding purposes. Still, Rune had never once taken a mate, nor had he ever joined with a female - he had never felt as if it were the right time, though if asked, he couldn't explain it any better than that. On some level he knew that it was frowned upon to hold true affection for the fae one took in regards to reproduction purposes within the boundaries of his bretheren, but on another, he just couldn't bring himself to perform such an action with anything less than the one. But these unorthodox ideals and sentiments were not ones he shared with those of his pack, whom were supposed to be the closest of Wolven among him - in truth, Rune was supposed to be able to trust them with anything, including his life, his thoughts, his very soul, but in reality, he didn't trust a single one further than he might be able to throw them, least of all this pining brute of a male who whined at the heat - though it was so dasterdly hot - and who spoke of females if they were nothing more than playthings, asking Rune questions he had no right to even think, let alone tumble from the confining jaws of his mouth. A notion that Rune himself was quick to remind the lower ranking member of as he whirled suddenly, teeth clacking together in a healthy snarl as he bushed his fur, tail raising to curl over his back, head rising so that he towered over the younger youth, ears halfway back, eyes going hard and steely, so that they were nothing more than cold orbs that held a marble's equivalent for caring and life. It was a hard barrier, and one that he had worked years to master, carefully crafting the disguise to hide his true feelings and the reality regarding his nature, to better enable the survival of both himself and those he cared for in the pack, the weaker ones who would otherwise have perished long ago - those who fell along the lines of Raylie and Gwen, who had stood up against the tyranny that was their birth, and whom had fallen from grace because of it, becoming nothing more than frantically hunted fugitives, each seeking to carve out and define nothing more than their own future, and to find their own path in life. "I don't particularly care to hear your recollection of how it was you last produced bodily fluids, whelp, nor do I care to answer the insignificance of your question - the statistics do not concern you. What does is the notion of how you might better increase those chances, and the best use of your services. Am I clear?" Normally Rune would not have been so harsh or so cruel, but well, he was about to die of the warmth himself, and he truly was in no mood to hear this pup's reminiscing for home, however desperately he might be wishing for a return to the arctic regions himself. At least then he could be in a more comfortable climate, in addition to removing himself from the atrocity that was the colorful floweration in this field - he could already feeling his nose tickling again from the sweet perfume that was their aroma, and even now, fought off a sneeze that would kill every ounce of dignity, every scrap of respect he'd gained, almost as assuredly as the luxurious sinking of a wolf's fangs into the tender flesh of an elk or deer would bring about the end of their own life, and usher in the era of afterlife, giving them way into the realm of death, into blackness and oblivion unparalleled, and like no other.

The guy flinched and lowered his body to the ground some" yes sir "he said smoothly. Darkstone started to think of Gwen's punishment for running away. 

"Good," he snorted gruffly, whirling around to turn smoothly in the field. Despite the fact that the heat was beginning to affect him, coupled with his distaste for the meadow, what with his allergies and all, he was quite an imposing figure when he wished to be, nevermind that he wasn't quite as big as his only brother, Darkstone. The two couldn't have been more different than night and day, what with Dark's charcoal hued pelt and Rune's snowy toned coloring appearancewise. That wasn't even taking into account the attitudes and personalities - Darkstone was cruel, cold, ready to inflict pain and torture at a moment's notice, Rune was not. He was the quieter brother, the one who held his tongue, followed orders, and above all, kept the peace. He gave a lending hand of strength and support to those who were downtrodden by his Alpha sibling, though Rune himself did not realize it, by his stoic acceptance of his brother's nature, his never ending battle to stand tall and proud no matter what, and, of course, his silent moral support to the pack members, offered and displayed in the most subtle of manners, but there it was nonetheless. Rarely did he show his dominance, and rarer still, did he flash his fangs or bare his teeth - it just wasn't normally in his nature. Most knew and respected him anyway, and were careful not to get on his fabeled "bad side," though none had ever truly seen it - the darker parts of his heart and shadows were mere myth and legend among the pack, wrought by his relation to the ruling family and the bloodthirsty leadership of his brother. Though he inspired respect and admiration, offered hope and redemption to those who would otherwise fall beneath his brother's tyrannic rule, he was also something of an emblem, something to be feared and wary of - after all, it was rumored that the apple, or apples, in this case, didn't fall far from the tree, and Rune's father had been almost as terrible as Darkstone himself, even if in Rune's personal opinion, Darkstone was by far worse. So he inspired a silent fear of what might happen if he ever did turn dark, how horrid it would be for the pack, how low the group would sink, and how steeped in bloodshed the tiny, almost insignificant, group of Wolven would be. But these were thoughts that Rune placed out of his mind, preferring not to contemplate his role in the pack too much, or the infinately hopeless nature of changing his life or path, and merely continued onto camp with the pitiful scrap of fur that dared to call himself a male following. It wasn't long before the two returned with the needed materials, the required supplies it would take to finish the trap already in the works, and upon their readmission into the chosen site, Rune promptly set himself to work, if only to avoid the two brutes he happened to be with, even if he knew the gesture was to prove completely and utterly futile, in the end.

Darkstone glanced over towards his brother when he returned and smirked. They got to work building the trap. He sniffed the air and checked the time making sure they would be able to get the trap finished before to long. He was careful not to damage to many of the flowers during the process. 

Rune, too, employed caution regarding the damaging nature of the flowers, though to be so close to them, and to take such ample care in concern to leaving them intact, caused him more than enough misery, and the male had to stop and sneeze due to the increasing agitation of his allergies several times, his ears flattening against his head as he groaned in distaste before twitching his nose. "Great. Now I can't smell anything," he would grumble from time to time, though he was careful not to complain, knowing what treatment such whining would get him, and what sort of punishment might await, but he was grateful all the same once the trap was set and the three of them were able to draw back, moving into the sheltering shadow of a tree, lined sparsely with a thin thicket of bushes along the edge of the meadow, the open field coming to an end several feet later, the white toned brute flopping down upon one side to rest his head along his paws while his tongue dragged out, sides heaving in exhaustion after his effort in the heat, further drained and dragged down by the issue of his sinuses, eyes half closed yet alert, fully ready for when Gwendolyn decided to show - fortunately for them, the trio had not long to wait, as the black pelted she-wolf, almost as if drawn to their location, came moseying in a short time later, her nose to the wind, her ears pricked and tail up, fur partially brushed, clearly in the grip of unease. Though his ears perked, Rune said nothing, did nothing, merely lay where he had concealed himself beside Darkstone, a scathing glance the only communication needed to warn the whelp beside them not to move or speak, to hardly even dare to breathe, as Gwen had proven to be a wily adversary, and it didn't appear as if she were going to give up that particular notion of her reputation even now, after she had been gone and out of the pack for so very long. Her pretty purple eyes were questioning, a tish puzzled, and her stance was unsteady, uneven, almost as if she were uncertain...nearly as if she could sense that not all was right, and Rune began to doubt the ambiguiety of their presence, half of his mind becoming convinced that she knew, and was merely biding her time, stalling to figure a way out and to escape the grasp of their fanatical clutches.

Darkstone smirked as he watched her come close. He watched her actions closely and glanced off to the side. focusing he created a shadow of a few wolves but it was their sound that he wanted. giving her the sense that there wasn't any going back.. she had to move forward. 

Darkstone smirked seeing how Rune was working and getting her to back up. He smirked and pushed the shadows forward towards her more in attempt to make her back up more. He waited and watched her closely waiting to see if she'll get into the trap or close enough that he could tackle her and pin her down. Either way worked for him.

Salem was out and about, patrolling through the territory he currently called home, the gray and white wolf with the blue eyes looking for anything out of the ordinary. Any creature that might have required his aid, or his help. Feeble and unwanted as it may have been, as tainted as the wolf himself might be. He had, after all, been banished from his pack, left little more than a disgraced knight who wandered the lands in search of a redemption he would never find, the knowledge heavy in his heart, and the unyielding, unfixable burden of it weighing against his muscled shoulders. But still, he would try, or at least manage to live out the rest of his days in a quiet life, a virtual hermit from the rest of the world, yes, but at least he would be left in some semblance of peace...until he heard the crashing thunder in the undergrowth of the forest that was human footsteps, the male lifting his head and pricking his ears as he listened - there wasn't just one intruder. There were many. And from the sound of it, the lead runner was scared; Salem could scent the acrid stench of her fear even here, something that curled his lip and bristled his fur, making him snarl quietly in response, even if he himself did not realize it. A bully perhaps? No, the other scents were those of vampires. A hunt then. Well, they wouldn't be getting this girl, not while he was here, anyway. Breaking into an almost silent lope, as he was used to such forested terrain, Salem charged forward, thrusting his muscled, if lean, figure out into the fray as the girl tripped, going down hard, and was rendered defenseless, hapless prey for the vampires to feast upon. Well, not on his watch. With a snarl, the gray and white wolf snapped at the wrist of one assailant, shaking his head viciously as he landed, skidding to a stop, dragging his target with him, before Salem gathered his strength, muscles bunching as he threw the vampire into his compatriots, who, though startled at Salem's initial entrance, were already adjusting and shifting their focus onto the male, thinking no doubt, the more, the better the feast, and the merrier the time. They were clueless as to how mistaken they could possibly be.

"Guh! F-Fuck!" Max had cried out as she crashed hard headfirst into a large tree her ankle becomeing a throbbing pain while her world went blury and out of focus for a few moments. she could see a white blob fighting off darker humanoid blobs before her vision clarified slowly. She put one of her hands out focusing.. Her nose starting to bleed from overuseing her powers only making her head throb harder.. She was able to freeze time for a few moments.. yet to them it wouldnt have been noticeable.. she slumped down closeing her eyes as pain overwhelmed her senses... the vampires however were no match for the lone protector who sent them fleeing within minutes. Max lay there a pained grimice on her face as she forced her eyes upen to see the white wolf slowly trotting over... She took a breath as if trying to calm herself.. and gentle reached out to him hoping he didnt take her hand as a starter to his lunch "G-good wolfy...?" She spoke and asked at the same time.. as if asking himself if he was a friend or her killer now...