Drooping Willows said the man to the dog

Skill dem 1/3. Putting him in the thread with Leotie as well, so him and Sterling will have met already. <3

the devil is & always will

"Wrong," Sven's voice hissed through the air, as his silver frame blurred onto the scene with a predatory speed.

Of course Morganna's children would hold such entitled opinions of themselves. Clearly she hadn't informed them of the bridges she'd burned. He would be damned if the next generation strove to mimic her errors.

His eyes flashed briefly to Sterling before honing on the one who had dared to toy with their boundary. He'd already gotten a taste of the child's attitude, and it seemed now he'd be subjected to more. Yes, just like their mother; the more unwelcome their troublesome paws were, the more they wanted to trample everything with them. Had they been any degree of considerate, he would've been glad to favor their blood and offer them hospitality. As it was, they were only proving to him that they were unworthy of the Ridge.

They were brats, and they needed to be put in their place. Sven had no problem teaching them the lessons their mother had failed to. His teeth went for Bojay's scruff while his bread chest aimed to ram into the youth's own. If his goal was met, he would promptly through the boy to the ground and stand over him, teeth bared and tail raised in warning. No blood would be drawn or bones broke, however; this was discipline, not violence.

be a gentleman.

(This post was last modified: Apr 18, 2018, 06:18 AM by Sven.)

It was very likely that there would be consequences for their actions, but Sterling didn’t care. He’d cross that bridge when they came to it. Both he and his brother would quick—they could easily evade punishment from the willow wolves if necessary. But he wasn’t worried. He was quick on his toes both literally and figuratively; he’d figure out a way to smooth things over if they were caught.

It didn’t take much convincing for his brother to step over the invisible line, a cheeky expression pressed against his tawny features. The dusty Archer rolled his eyes in amusement as he followed suit, his plume sweeping happily behind him as he crossed into pack territory. Still looks like shit, he commented with an amused snort, his brows pinched tight as he glanced over at his older brother. But where were the locals? Two strangers hanging out the borders; seemed odd that no one had crashed their party yet. They were just asking for loners to trespass…

Wrong. His head snapped around, his grin only widening as he regarded the silver wolf. I mean, I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you again, he started, his shoulders rolling back, but it really isn’t. He kept close to the borders, not venturing any further beyond the line they had initially crossed. Seems you’re lacking some security.

mature language - most of sterling's posts will include mature language

Guardian dem 1/3

She didn’t like this, didn’t like it one bit. The dark girl had been watching the pair for a while now, assessing their movements and listening in on their conversation while she hid behind a tree. She made sure to place herself downwind so they wouldn’t scent her, an advantage she had by knowing the territory like the back of her paw. Her auds were cupped forward, drinking in their words like satellites processing information. They were troublemakers, she could feel it in her bones. They’d said it plain as day, they wanted to irk them. Cause a little mayhem. Well, if they wanted mayhem they were about to get it. She watched them slowly get closer and closer to the border. She heard a brief mention of Archer, processing the information but even though she was always excited to meet family it meant nothing if they weren’t respectful. Morganna hadn’t crossed over the border and she’d actually been born in the Willows. These cubs hadn’t, they had no claim despite what they might think.

As soon as the agouti one put his paw over the border her muscles tensed, ready to pounce and show them who really owned the willows. That was, until a silver blur found itself standing over her target. She felt a bit of annoyance settle in the pit of her stomach but she swallowed it down. It didn’t matter who got to do the rough housing, she supposed, as long as they were taught a lesson in manners.

The girl stepped out from the shadows, approaching with her tail level, appropriate to show she was below Sven but still held claim, along with a high head. Her amber-yellow gaze traveled to the other silver one who made a snide comment. She rolled her eyes. Nope she said with a pop of the p. Just waiting for someone stupid enough to step over, she said, leveling her gaze with the other. If he tried to make a move toward his sibling before Sven let him go he’d have to deal with her.

Some Mature Language becuase...bojay

Bojay was still smiling when he might the ground. Sure his back hurt a bit but this was where the fun really got going wasn't it? He was a boy who knew no boundaries and followed no laws. So while his brother bickered with some girl, he was left staring the real threat right in the eyes. Without much more than a (now) wicked grin on his face, Bojay pushed out a forepaw with the intent to hit the large male in his face. In other words, it was his nicest way of telling the big barbarian to fuck off.

If the duo had really been such a problem then why hadn't someone intercepted them before they had crossed over? Really what was the point in having borders if you weren't there to enforce them before someone like Bojay came around? He snickered softly mostly expecting another show of dominance. Ma and Dad might kill him for this but it would be worth it.

(This post was last modified: Jan 20, 2018, 05:08 AM by Bojay.)

i know something you don't know
trouble coming to your home

Language warning cos Odin does what he wants TM

when you look at me like that

Kip & Odin

The sound of a scuffle was enough to have the yearling picking up his feet but the sight that crossed his eye was not one he had been expecting at all. Of course, he knew they were coming, but he hardly expected Sven to react so violently to a pair of kids, with Adeltra standing alongside to goad him on. Sure, the boys were running their mouths, but from what he had heard his cousin was hardly any better at their age.

His steps hadn't slowed, and he had no plans on halting now as he ran at Sven with every intention of shoving him back of the pup. "The fuck Sven?!" He managed to growl, "What if Piety had done the same to Del huh? They're just fucking kids." He would angle himself between his siblings and his cousin, hackles raised and teeth bared.

He wasn't about to let a pair of kids get beat up because they lacked a little sense, least of all when those kids happened to be his brothers.

Mature Language cause Kip

Kip was honestly rarely far behind Odin these days anyway, so it should have come as no surprise to anyone that she would be behind him now. Sure, these kids were being little shits, but that was all they were. Kids. Kids who didn’t need to be treated so cruelly by someone so much older than them.

That being said...

Odin went on to Sven, and Kip decided to diffuse the situation elsewhere. ”You dumbasses!” she scolded the children, flattening her ears furiously. ”Are you kids alright? He shouldn’t’ve acted that way but Christ, you guys act like you want your ears ripped off!” Her fur puffed up as she checked over the boys, looking for any sign of blood or harm. Finding nothing significant, she growled again and brought a paw up to bat innefectually at both of their shoulders. ”Dumbasses! Be smarter next time. Jesus!”

Pale green eyes flashed angrily as she looked over at Sven. ”You feel like a big guy now, picking on little kids?!” she snapped, her hackles raising.

Skill dem 2/3.

the devil is & always will

Completely oblivious to their situation, they both continued to push him. He managed to catch snippets of Sterling's back talk while he descended upon the other boy, but he wasn't about to release one to chase the other. He heard Adeltra come in as well, and was quite pleased with her words. He'd think that being forced beneath a wolf much larger and more powerful than him would cause the child to use some sense, but instead Bojay had the audacity to push back against Sven. The man snapped at his nape once more, giving it a rough twist and pushed down in an attempt to drive the point home. Now the child would likely feel a twinge of pain; the last warning to give it up and get lost.

Then, something utterly unexpected occurred. Their resident yearlings came barreling onto the scene, daring to turn on their alpha with cusses and, Sven reacted with a snarl, shoving him. He turned quickly, abandoning the child to now put his subordinate in line, jaws striking forward to attempt a muzzle grab. It wasn't like he was out here beating the shit out of the two of them, he was asserting himself over a troublesome kid who had earned his punishment. Odin and Kip both certainly had no business berating their alpha for his choice, much less in front of company, blaring weakness and dissent to youths that had already proven they liked to run their mouths.

Sven's anger was white hot, and his eyes held bitter disappointment within them as they regarded Odin.

"You both can coddle them all you want as you take them back to your mother. You can return to say your goodbyes, but you're no longer a part of this pack. The Ridge has no use for weak links."

There was no apologizing for something like this. He barely even knew Kip, the girl only known for being sour and attached to Odin at the hip. If they would jump to judgments and be so quick to turn on him in a situation as simple as this, they could not be trusted to stand with the pack, much less him, when they would be needed to. It was best the teen find another relative to crash with.

be a gentleman.

(This post was last modified: Apr 18, 2018, 06:19 AM by Sven.)

mature language

He hadn’t really expected things to go like this.

The scene exploded in front of him, causing the silver-dusted cub to take several steps back, his mercury eyes widening. First, his bold brother decided to basically slap the pale male’s face, but the attempt—surprise, surprise—was unsuccessful. An amused grin slipped onto his pale features as his gaze darted from the small ebony wolf to the larger male, who stood with a dominant stance. Clearly he was in charge, or close to it. Or, like the blue-eyed agouti, he just acted like he was. It was hard to tell with the Ridge wolves—they all appeared so fucking entitled. Bo-ring!

Then came the other two.

A black wolf slid in between his brother and Sven, his words directed at the pale wolf. What? Wasn’t this a Ridge wolf? Why was he defending them? He blinked, dumbfounded, but bit his tongue. He was bold, yes, but the Archer wasn’t stupid. He knew when not to speak. A female appeared almost immediately after the one-eyed wolf, her words cutting through the air and earning a dramatic eye roll from the Archer. Talking to them as though she knew them—calling them dumbasses. Luckily she seemed to be on their side, as well, otherwise Sterling wouldn’t have been pleased with her words. Just trying to say hello to the neighbours, he hummed in response, his expression smug as his attention returned to Sven.

He was not expecting what came next.

Sven was kicking them out of the pack?! Oops. But something interested him. The pale asshole had said your mother. Was this dark wolf, their defender, their older brother? His brows furrowed. What was he doing in Willow Ridge while his mother was elsewhere? That didn’t matter now. It appeared they were joining them on the hunt for mother, as they were no longer welcome in Willow Ridge. Good move, decrease your numbers. It’ll make it easier for us to pick you off. He shrugged, the fur around his neck fluffing out. Time to scoot, I think we’ve had enough fun here, he added as he nipped at his brother’s (Bojay) hindquarters, signalling that they needed to leave ASAP to prevent things from getting even more physical…

mature language - most of sterling's posts will include mature language

Guardian Dem 2/3

She had expected the young boy to back off, to show his belly and ask for forgiveness but instead he did the unthinkable. He hit Sven in the face. Her lips pulled up to show her teeth, a growl rumbling from her chest. The young Archer had never fathomed a wolf could be so...rude. So completely and utterly disrespectful. Then, even worse, a dark form flashed in the corner of her eye and she had just enough time to process who it was before Odin crashed into Sven to knock him off the boy. Her tail flagged and a foreign sound rumbled up her throat. For the first time in her life, Adeltra snarled. It was harsh and angry, utterly appalled by what she was seeing. Odin was one of their own, a subordinate to Sven. Why was he defending them? Her pale cousin wasn’t going to draw blood, he just wanted to teach them a lesson. It was a lesson that she herself had learned.

Kip joined in, snapping at the boys but with the way her posture went it was clear that she was siding with them. This was all a mess, a big stupid mess and none of it made sense! She watched as Sven regarded them, the words tumbling from his mouth causing her auds to flatten against her skull. She was sad, but she knew it was the right decision. If Odin and Kip were going to pick two intruders over their own pack then they had no business being there. She ignored the silver one’s response, finding him to be unimportant. He could take his brother, get them as far away from here as possible. Her amber-yellow gaze turned to Odin, a mixture of disbelief, anger, and confusion swimming in them. Just so you know, I have been in that position, she said, scrunching her maw in order to draw attention to the faint pink scars that ran there. And I’m glad for it. It taught me a lesson, knocked me down a peg so that I would never make that mistake again. Keep them in check because Sven was never going to cause them scars, but the next borders they cross that aren’t their own may just get them some, or worse. If you care about them, more than us obviously, teach them the lesson that you didn’t want Sven to. For their sake, she said, her expression serious.

(This post was last modified: Jan 21, 2018, 06:18 PM by Adeltra.)

He had expected it and that had lightened the blow ever so slightly. Bojay wasn't fully giving in but this time he didn't bother giving another punch to the man's face. But before the boy could verbally surrender or try to flee, the scene exploded once again. When the large male was knocked off of him, Bojay was quick to move out of the way. But he had only just pulled away to retreat when he felt a paw swat at his shoulders. The Lyall would have gladly snapped back had the voice not seemed ruggedly concerned.

A large grin spread across his face. "Think my sister has dibs on one of my ears. The other is still open for the taking." Now was perhaps not the time for jokes but Bojay simply couldn't help himself. He was just now processing who his saviors were when the large brute decided to kick them out. The Lyall had not been expecting that but he supposed it was just another thing to add to his so-called accomplishes.

It seemed their brother and some other girl was going to accompany them. But before he was herded by the nip on his rear from Sterling, his ears caught the words of the dark girl. With a loud snort, he rolled his eyes. "Come find me if you ever wanna learn how to have fun!" He hollered before trailing after his baby brother.

-Bojay's Exit-

i know something you don't know
trouble coming to your home