A deep throaty chuckle left the Russian’s muzzle as the alpha seemed to be startled by his presences. He likely didn’t see him, he seemed to much in thought to have noticed the Russian who lingered near by the whole time. A smile plastered onto the Russian male’s maw when the brute spoke, ah yes, he spoke as if he where an angel. One of Arthion’s ears fell back, ‘damnit, I just can’t help myself.’ He thought with an annoyed sigh to himself. Maybe he really was… gay. He would have to test this theory, and try to remember his past. Yes, he needed to know, this not knowing was killing him.

Realizing he’d yet to reply to the alpha brute, Art’s ears perked up slightly and he smiled a soft smile. “Thank you, Sirien,” He nodded to him his tail wagged slightly. “Welcome to the pack.” Those words for some reason brought joy to the Russian’s heart. Why? He didn’t know, nor cared at the time being, for now he would just work on farther with this brute, Sirien, and once his memories where back… Art blinked for a moment, what… what if he did get his memories back? What would he do then? What if what he had forgotten was better left forgotten? What if what he was trying desperately to remember had been forgotten for a reason? What if…? What if what he wanted to learn about himself was something he didn’t want to know at all?

Backing his ears slightly, emerald orbs stared at the empty space beside the alpha brute, he rose an eye brow at Sirien before catching on to his joke. Arthur laughed softly, he was glad he had at lest a small sense of humor instead of being some stuck up punk. Then, the slightly larger brute invited him back to the none existing dens, Arthur laughed. “I’d love to help you search for some suitable dens.” He smiled slightly however for some reason he felt a slight uneasy feeling of panic deep within himself. He did not understand why though.

Smiling the Russian nodded. “We shall.” He said chuckling softly and followed behind the other Russian, one would have thought Arthur would have taken this time to enjoy the view, and he did for a little bit however he found himself suddenly out of breathe. His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth as he trotted along the rough terrain, and now he realized why he felt uneasy at the thought of searching for dens. Searching meant walking, which led to work and on this rough terrain, the walk was twice as tiring, and for this Russian it was troublesome for he was greatly lacking in the physical area. It was then a sudden memory filled his head.

“Arrrrtiiieee~!” A girl with orange fur and brown orbs called to him a bright small on her face. ‘Crap.’ Was Art’s inner though as he shoved another femme with black and green fur over behind a few bushes out of the orange femora’s sight. He put on a fake smile. “____, What is it?” He asked which would have been abnormal for anyone else since he never answered to the name Artie, unless it was this femora. She was the one who dubbed her Artie in the first place, if it was her, he did not mind. Even if she was annoying and came at unconfined times such as now. Moving his tail in front of the hidden femora’s mouth so she wouldn’t give her position away, it’d be troublesome if this other femme saw her.

“Well~ I was wondering if you’d like to race with us all, after all it is our pack’s field day!” She chirped cheerfully. Art gulped, race meant running and competing, normally he wouldn’t turn down a challenge but when it came to physical competitions he was definitely lacking, he was more mind oriented instead of physical active. “S-sure.” He stammered before a soft yelp escaped his maw when his tail was bite by the femora in the bush. “Oh, what’s wrong?” “N-nothing!” He grinned as widely as he could. “Shall we?” He asked and followed the orange femora towards the racing fields, giving the black and green femora a glare.

All taking their places, another wolf announced for them to start and although Art had been first to start a little ahead of the others, the others passed him quite quickly and he wasn’t even half way down the field before he’s legs started to ache and he was out of breathe. ‘I hate… running!’

Shaking away the memory, Arthur groaned at the sudden headache he felt. What was that? He thought over the memory, a bit confused for a moment. There’d been a family face in the memory, one in which he’d seen in other memories, one of the brute’s he’d been racing with, the one who ended up winning their little race. He was so deep in thought he didn’t even hear Sirien’s first slipped up question of his hotness. Flicking his auds slightly, Art opened his maw, answering nonchalantly without giving it much thought. “I woke up here after the earthquake.” He answered before he realized he probably sounded a bit cold and rude not really facing him and answering so willy-nilly without thought! His orbs looked up at the alpha brute and he smiled a charming smile to make up for it. Then Sirien started talking about the dens and how he would like them to be, Arthur nodded in agreement. “Yes, a water source is almost mandatory! As well as the dens being hidden, it would be troublesome for rogues to find the dens and reek havoc.” He said, his auds flicking slightly. With a gulp, Arthur managed to take a small drink in the river before they where too far away from it. He was glad he took the drink when he did too, he was hot and tired. His fur was shedding like crazy, which was a good thing, if he was going to be living in this area, his fur would need to be shorter. Usually he might have said this wasn’t worth it but where was the fun in giving up on a challenge too far ahead of the game? A smirk formed on his maw slightly when Sirien’s voice reached his auds once more.

Looking around, they soon found a narrow passage that led into a nice oasis. ‘Water~’ He nearly cried as he went for it and lapped up some more into his mouth. He felt a bit rude for leaving the alpha brute’s side for the water but he seemed a bit too occupied in searching for a den. Soon they found themselves looking into the mouth of a cave across the waters. Arthur smiled, yes, this was definitely a place he could call home. Following the brute, Arthur made his way into the caverns. “Nice, very nice.” He admired the dens as he walked into them more, yes, this was definitely a place he could indeed call home. With a small smile and a flick of his auds he turned to Sirien. “Well, what shall we do now?” He asked a slight raise of his eye brow. Although the offer and jester sounded suggestive, it was indeed harmless in Arthur’s mind.

A slight smile reached the black lips of the Russian brute as he stared upon his alpha. Not only was his alpha polite, but sexy as well. Arthrion closed his eyes and sighed, he was about to give up, he couldn’t keep these thoughts out of his mind. He was attracted to his alpha, in some sort of way that made him feel more excited it felt as if it was a taboo. He shouldn’t think of his alpha in such a manner, it was disgraceful! Dishonest! ‘Blasphemy!’ He snorted to himself as he pulled his gaze from the mix-hued brute’s mis-matching orbs.

“I’m going to go check things out, feel free to do as you want.” The Russian’s voice reached his auds and he chuckled as he continued on about kicking anyone who lived here already out. “Alright.” He said with a smile, then sighed of relief, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand living around him… specially if it was just the two of them.

Then, there was a sudden sound of another howl not too far away from the dens. His orbs turned to where Sirien’s form, well used to be, for the Russian brute’s green optics landed on nothing but rock. He frowned slightly and barked a loud bark that echoed through the caves. “Be right back!” Echoed his bark, positive the Alpha brute would have heard it he smiled and trotted his way outside of the dens, wading through the oasis water’s. His travels did not bring him far before he met face to face, or rather face to chest with a rather small wolf. He looked no older than Sirien, but he was rather small. The Russian knew his breed well, a breed that thrived in the very lands they where in.

A smile formed on Arthur’s maw as he backed up a few paces. “Hello, Glorfindel, right? Err, you are the one who howled earlier right?” He asked with a small sheepish grin. “My alpha is inside, you can come in if you like, you look like you could use a rest. Common in.” He grinned with a small wag of his tail as he turned back around and headed into the den’s mouth half submerged under water. Once back into the main dens area the brute shook of his coat and sighed, now where had Sirien ran off to? He turned to the Ethiopian wolf and smiled, apologetically. “I’ll be right back.” He said before a sound echoed through his auds, much unexpectedly.

“Coowaaaaabungaaa!”

Then, out from the entrance of the dens came Sirien, soaking wet. Arthur was, to the lest, utterly confused. He had to do several takes of looking back towards the insides of the dens and the entrance before Sirien explained there was a drop off in his room. “Awesome, maybe you can take me up there and show me.” He said with a grin, mentally kicking himself at how suggestive it sounded. He cleared his throat and pulled his orbs away from Sirien to land on Glory. ‘Oh!’ He remembered suddenly and turned back to Sirien. “This is Glorfindel, he howled earlier, I went out and found him outside the dens.” He said with a smile, he hoped Sirien wouldn’t get mad at him for being a random rogue inside. The Ethiopian didn’t look harmful.

Then, another voice was head, however it was none of theirs, for a black femme with strange blue markings on her face appeared and announced herself by greeting him and Sirien. Sirien at first seemed happy before he started to say how unwelcome rogues where in the dens. Arthur gulped, technically, Glory wasn’t unwelcomed, Art had invited him in. Sirien introduced himself and Art to the fae and Art grinned, with a nod. “Yep!” He barked feel quite proud to be mentioned.

A soft chuckle was followed by a nod as Arthur suggested that he show him the ledge later, his wording coming off as a little suggestive, though Sirien figured that it was unintentional. “Yes I’ll show you later, I’ll give you quick tour of the dens as well.” The slightly larger Russian had no clue that his attraction to Arthur was mutual, that Arthur was undergoing a similar internal struggle, unable to agree to the fact that he was attracted to a male. The earthy toned brute introduced Glorfindel and Sirien was rather glad that Arthur went out to receive him. “Ah yes, I heard the howl while I was checking out the dens. Welcome to our home Glorfindel, and feel free to stay as long as you would like.” Sirien had never seen a breed such as he since he’d never lived in such a warm climate zone in his two years and was quite fascinated by the lanky build and large ears. “My name is Sirien by the way, Nim alpha.”

As the ebony hued femme began to speak in her defense in a rather disdainful manner, Sirien merely sighed lightly, a peeved look crossing his face. “Listen here fae, I claimed these lands and I made it loud and clear. If you want to play the ‘I was here first’ card, then so be it. But since these lands are claimed and you knew that full well when coming into my dens, you were endangering yourself.” His expression was serious before he turned his attention back to Glorfindel and Arthur, not wanting to further his irritation with the fae. Again the fae’s voice reached his auds. Bigger fish to catch? He mouthed slightly towards Delta and Arthur without saying a word before smiling and shaking his head. “Femmes.” When she added that she may return in the future, Sirien nodded before adding, “Do howl first miss, we wouldn’t want a replay of today.”

Watching the fae make her leave, Sirien once again returned his attention back to the two brutes. “I was thinking, to avoid such mistakes again, I’ll make a trip within the next few days to mark the borders of our territory. When I woke up there were faint scents of other wolves, but it would be in our best interest to keep our scent fresh so we don’t have rogues thinking these lands are unclaimed. But before any of that, who’s up for a quick hunt?” Instead of leading his two pack members toward the main entrance, he headed down one of the tunnels, the one that lead to his quarters. Stopping at the door, he glanced back at the two before adding, “For now you guys can feel free to come up here to take a plunge, but once this pack starts to grow, you’ll have to do it more discreetly. I can’t have everyone using my room as a diving board.”

Chuckling, Sirien darted towards the ledge and indulged in yet another leap. “Yiiiihoooo!!!” He called before the splash of water down several feet below could be heard. “Come on you two!” Paddling towards the path the led to outside the hidden oasis, a scent entered his nostrils, one that sent his hackles rising. Without a word to the two brutes, Sirien stalked off, following the scent trail of the beast. Before he knew it, Sirien found himself up on a high ledge that overlooked the den entrance from the opposite side, a cougar slinking straight passed him, eyes trained on an eagle perched over the drop off nearly twenty feet above the oasis. Something just happened to click inside the Russian brute and without a second thought he was charging the unwitting cougar who was preparing to lunge at the unwitting eagle. His mind for some reason or another, would not allow the beast to kill the graceful and free spirited eagle.

His large body collided with cougar, sending the beast off course and warning the eagle of its impending doom. “Go now eagle, fly away!” A pair of crystalline eyes met with the orange and green hues of the Russian brute for a moment as the eagle began to spread his large wings and take flight. But the momentary distraction was enough for the cougar to tackle the large brute. The brute yelped when he felt a heavy weight come down on his back and as two sets of sharp claws dug into his shoulder blades. Bucking and rolling, Sirien managed to get the large feline off of him but just as he did, it lunged at him once more. His black tipped auds were pierced with the shrill call of the eagle as it swooped down with immense speed. Talons, sharp and extended met with the cougars face and the beast shrieked as its eyes were nearly extracted. Sirien took the opportunity and pushed it over the ledge and down towards the oasis. With a loud splat, it landed in the shallow shores, and was unable to move.

Groaning, Sirien tried to examine the wounds on his shoulders, but was unable to see the full extent of the damage. He’d had worse injuries before. Flying in lazy circles above the oasis was the bald eagle whose life he spared and who spared his life in return. Their eyes met once more and the eagle swooped towards him and landed several feet away from him. Sirien hadn’t realized just how large the elegant bird of prey was for their eyes met at the same level. “You managed to save my life and I returned the favor Sir wolf.” Clearing his throat, the awestruck alpha introduced himself, “I’m Sirien, Nibensirien Faeron. And what shall I call you?” “I go by Khav.” Chuckling, Sirien took a step closer to the eagle who seemed not to mind the advance. “My pack’s dens are right down there, feel free to make nest nearby. I’d like the company, no one will bother you there.” Nodding, the eagle made its way towards the ledge and swooped down several feet before landing on another ledge on the opposite side; Sirien’s room. Smirking, the brute made his way down the side of the ledge and back towards the oasis.

Just then he recalled that he had just called on a hunt with his two pack mates. “Oh hey you guys! Look! We have dinner!” Sirien approached the unmoving cougar who had fallen to his death and began to tear at its pelt before consuming the first bite. Looking up, he motioned towards the other two with his head, indulging in the rich meat. Sirien practically forgot about the bleeding wounds on top of his shoulders as he continued to take his fill. For a cougar, that wasn’t too difficult of a hunt. I owe my thanks to Khav. Ripping off a portion, Sirien set it aside and gazed up at the eagle perched near his quarters. “Have your fill too my friend.” The flying creature had never before consumed such meat before, but was rather interested. Eyeing the two other wolves, he quickly dived down, received the meat with his talons and returned to his new home. “Thanks.”

Arthur’s green orbs narrowed at the ebony femora as she growled and huffed at Sirien about having been on the lands before them. “You should have howled when you heard the claiming howl to let us know you where here.” He growled deeply to the rude femme. Then almost as soon as she’d come she was gone. With a roll of his green optics, Art gave a huff. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.” He said licking his black lips. “So what now boss?” He asked the smokin’ husky a few feet away from him.

Flicking his copper colored ears the brute nodded as Sirien spoke of marking the boarders of their territory to prevent causes like this one in the future. “A smart plan indeed.” He said with a snort nod, before his alpha mentioned a hunting trip as well. Hunting was a good idea, it would be smart of them to have their dens full of food before it got much hotter, night was their best alibi. At night the lands got colder even in the desert, and would likely be the time he, himself would go out to do things, for he was used to fairly cooler lands, but because of his breed he would in time become quite used to the climate of these desert lands.

Arthur’s green orbs then turned to Glorfindel as he said they could call him delta. He chuckled softly, the name was interesting, a name that had the capability to be thought highly of. “Welcome to the pack of Nim, Delta, it’s nice to have you in our pack.” He said with a smile as he nudged the smaller Ethiopian lightly as not to knock him over for the Russian was quite much larger than himself.

When Sirien offered for them to jump off his ledge, the Russian brute’s copper banner wagged slightly from side to side, excitedly. When the alpha brute had mentioned of the edge before, Arthur really wanted to take a leap off it, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins already at the thought of leaping off the ledge and flying momentarily in the air before plunging into the warm waters below. “Excellent!” He exclaimed with a grin as he followed the alpha brute to his room where he watched his alpha leap off the edge and into the waters below. Flicking his ears slightly his tail wagging more he winked back to Delta. “See ya below!” He said before he leaped off the edge. Arthur’s last thoughts where of the Ethiopian brute, and wondering weather or not he had the guts to leap off the high edge before he became air born.

The air blowing through his fur was quite a rush before he was consumed with warm waters which where actually much colder than he’d expected. “Wow!” He gaped as he flung the water off his pelt, that had been quite the rush! Belly deep in the waters, he patted out of the waters he shook his coat off before the sound of fighting reached his auds. “What?” He questioned as he waded back into the waters and out of the dens, his green orbs caught the sight of Sirien fighting with an eagle and cougar. ‘He needs my help.’ He thought a bit rushed as he tried his best to make it up to Sirien.

Then suddenly not too far from the brute the large cougar fell to it’s death, blood split into their blood and Arthur blinked in confusion. He watched as Sirien and the bird seemed to interact. ‘Interesting, maybe the eagle wasn’t attacking him.’ He thought then it made sense as he figured out the whole situation of which had taken place in moments. Upon leaving the dens, Sirien happened to see the bird, at first his instincts told him dinner but then, a cougar was spotted thinking the very same, and being the kind brute Sirien was, without thinking he went to help the eagle and rid of the cougar trespasser.

Smiling the brute laughed at his alpha’s carefree nature as he exclaimed they now had dinner. He patted a bit closer to the cougar and his alpha and took a bite of the still warm flesh. He chewed the muscular but yet oddly delicious meat. Like Delta, he’d never had feline meat before. “You are right, It is quite tasty,” He told Delta taking a few more bites of the cougar until he was satisfied. Arthur was not huge on eating, for he was rather skinny and unlike others he did not need the extra energy for he was not quite that physically active.

Eying the eagle as he swooped down for a chunk of their kill, he looked to Sirien who seemed not to mind. ‘I guess we have an additional pack member, an unexpected one.’ He chuckled as he watched the eagle from above. ‘Interesting indeed.’

It was early summer, as two young brutes where making their journey to the lands farther north. Words passed between them silently as one brute, obviously more fit than the other climbed up a large ditch with ease. His friend cried out to him for help, although there was no sound coming from his mouth. The other brute turned and helped him up and the two gazed in anew over the lands beyond…

The war had hit, and the small pack the two brutes where in was destroyed. One brute in particular was disgusted by this blood shed he stood before as the survivors of the pack cleared out the dead. He stood by his sister firmly, and his teeth grit as he looked over to his friend sitting not too far away. His father had been lost in the war.

“I…” He piped, his friend looked over at him, the brute’s green hues filled with rage. “Lairion, I’m going to… Crush Andear!”

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Arthion twitched slightly in his slumber as Sirien carried him back towards the Lómea Mountains to their dens of Arauca Felya. Arthion was only slightly aware of what was happening around him. The undulating motion was making him a bit uneasy as his green hues flickered open.

“Common Delta, we’re almost there!”

Sirien’s voice ran in Art’s ears before he slipped under once more.

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“I was dead until the moment I met you. I was a powerless corpse pretending to be alive. Living without power, without the ability to change my course, was akin to a slow death.” The words left the young Russian brute’s mouth as he spoke to a green tinted femora. A smirk placed on her maw as she listened to his persuasiveness. His flattery was worth something she had to give him that. However, she knew his game. “I wish I could believe those words… Arthur.”

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“How do you do that?” A brute asked a indifferent Arthur.

“Hm? Do what?” He asked nonchalantly as he watched his pack members infer trade Andear’s packs defenses. Recon. They where only there to collect information.

“Get them to listen to you…” Onur added.

Arthur smirked. “If the king doesn't move, then his subjects won't follow.” He said giving the brute a knowing look as Arthur departed to make his part of their mission.

‘Those who are allowed to attack are those who are prepared to be attacked.’

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Arthur’s head lied upon the back of a beautiful red wolf. A smile upon his maw. “Art?” She questioned, his ears flicked forward and a soft grunt escaped his maw, letting her know he was listening. “Do you really think we can change the world? Do you think destroying Andear will really bring peace throughout the lands?” She asked, her eyes downcast on the ground, a sigh escaped Arthur’s lips. “I’m not sure. But the world won't change with pretty words alone.” He murmured cranking his neck to lick her forehead.

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Sissy smirked. “Arthur, Arthur, No matter how great you make yourself sound, you're still just a naive boy who's all talk and who only dreams of victory in his head.” the green tinted femora smirked at the Russian brute as he sat glaring at her from across the room before she took her leave.

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“What exactly are we fighting for!? Damn brute, I don’t even think he knows.” Onur complained, breaking a tree branch that lied on the dens floors. Vanesse frowned. “I mean, are we fighting for Maldor, Andear, or Raelin?!” He growled.

“We’re fighting for--” Vanesse started when Arthur came in.

“We fight for those without power. Those with power, they shall fear us! Those without power, shall seek us!”

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“Within the endless flow of time, I am alone.” The green femora spoke, her yellow hues downcast.

Art frowned slightly, and spoke “You are not alone. We are accomplices. If you are a loner, I am one as well.” He mused moving closer to her.

Sissy smiled. “You sure know what to say at the right moment.”

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“I am the seventeenth successor, the ninth in line to the throne. Arthion Vi Cuthalion!”

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“Are you crazy?!” Onur yelled at Arthur.

“You've had only two choices ever since you joined the Order. Either live with me, or die with me!” The Russian brute yelled back as he charged into the battle field.

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“I would like you to answer a question before you dispose of me. If being powerless is evil, is having power justice? Is revenge evil? Can friendship coexist with justice?”

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“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it!” She shouted at him, and his eyes filled with lust. “Well then… Why don’t you consult me? There are certain things a femme can do for a brute, am I correct?” He moved in on her…

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Arthur awoke with a start, jolting forward gasping for air. He coughed some water out, as Sirien had tried to make him drink some in order to revive him. With a groan, the Russian brute shook his head, only to reveal he had a headache. “Damnit…” He cursed, his green hues opening wide as he looked over at Sirien and Delta. Almost shocked and confused, that was until he remembered. He remembered everything. A frown formed on Art’s maw. Now that he remembered his past what would he do? He’d lost everything he’d hoped to accomplish, and in return his death. Arthion Vi Cuthalion was dead. He now lived here on Arvandor, could he start his life anew? Or would he be subjected to his past and past mistakes?

Closing his green hues, the brute lied back down and sighed. How troublesome, he could have been happy not remembering any of his past. But instead. ‘Lairion… Sissy… Vanesse…’ “Sirien.” He spoke sternly, but softly as his green hues looked over at the handsome brute whom he owed his life to. The words thank you wanted to come out of his mouth but instead different words formed. “How long was I out of commission?” He questioned, a bored expression on his maw. Life and death situations where becoming quite tiresome to the brute, now.