~Terrified Obedience~

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Stepping slowly, hesitantly, into the fog was a small female wolf. Her mostly white coat seemed to gleam slightly against the eerie fog. Her breath was slightly shaky. It had taken her a long while to find this place. She had to ask around, but everyone always gave her weird looks when she asked where to find Shattered Hope. She had been terrified the day she had met the very obvious master of this land. She was so tense when he began speaking to her, she didn't even stand. All she did was stare at his feet, unmoving.
Now she stopped, glancing around this masters home. She could barely see two yards away. This time, she didn't let her guard down. She took one whiff and instantly knew this was the place she was looking for. Tense and ready for anything, Daga waiting. She had a slightly feeling of being watching, and she didn't dare move.

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It was wise to be afraid. It was smart to be obedient. And it was life-saving to be submissive. Rebellion was an option, but a stupid one made my foolish idiots. If anyone who walked into this enshrouded pine forest, they would know better than to do foolish thongs. This was no place to try and act tough or strong. This was no place to start a fight. Espeically when the very beast, the one who claimed this place as his was more than willing to commit yet another murder, placing a new name upon his long list of names. Names of those who have challenged him, crossed him, or betrayed him. He was the kind of leader that ruled with an iron fist, and wasn't truly upon to free thinking and opinion sharing. He was the one who called the shots,a dn would be quick and swift with discipline when it came down to it. He didn't care if it took ripping a limb of one of the pack members to enforce his laws and display his dominance. He didn't care if starvation was the answer to getting his dominance across the minds of others. He was the sort who would go by cruelty and hars punishments to remind anyone and everyone that he was the leader here, and that it wasn't about to change.

His massive, muscular form stalked about the mist. And there was a reason the word 'massive' fit him perfectly. Most timber wolves stood about 2 to 2 and a half inches tall at most, from the shoulder. But this blood-loving, ruthless beast stood at a breath-taking, astonishing 5 feet at the shoulder. His body was nothing but muscle, fat only in the places and in the right amount needed for survival. He was 99% successful in his huntings, and made sure nothing else touched his kill. When a pack resided here under his strong paws, he would be the first to feast, adn take what he wanted, leavign whatever else remained for the rest of the pack. Cold, cruel, and uncaring.

Ears twitch as they soon settle upon the femme he'd claimed from the woods. he was by no means a Romeo kinda guy. He had a heart made of ice and stone. But like every heart in the world, there was an entrance, making it ever so slightly possible for someone to wiggle their way through the nearly undetected crack in the cold outer shell of this brutal alpha male. So, comes the question as to why he had staked claims on this femme. The male who had been seeking acceptance had decided that this place was not for him, and so he had fled. It was a wise choice for the male. But whether or not Scar would take action against this cowardly maneuver had yet to be decided. But he knew, just as any alpha knew, a territory wasn't a territory unless there were others in it. And besides, if and when he ever decided he wanted offspring, he would use one of the femmes in the terra to get that. And despite the pale yellow glare, he had found that a look upon this female had sparked a small hint of lust within his beastly nature. And so, with a twisted smirk upon his muzzle, yellow stained teeth showing in a devious grin, he made his way over to her, head held high, his tail also doing so to demonstrate his pride, strength, and dominance over the female. He stopped before her, fear and intimidation written clearly upon her facade. His voice boomed out like thunder, dark and luminous.

" So, you were smart enough to listen to my orders, then? Good for you, you get to remain alive."

He circled her, eyes tracing over her.

" So, what do you call yourself, hmm?"

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[kodawari]

Daga had swiveled her head around to look straight into the eyes of the giant as he appeared. Yes, she was terrified. Who wouldn't be? He was huge. And all the scars didn't help any. She tucked her multi colored tail slightly under, her head lowering, ears back. But for some reason, when he spoke, his words made her angry. She looked back up, a spark of defiance in her eyes. It was just how she was. She had never reacted well to males putting her down. But this one she could not take in a battle. there would be no possible was. She lowered he head once again, but not quite as low as before, and not breaking here gaze.
Her muscles were tense, her small compact body ready for flight, if need be. Most wolves didn't do that, but that would be her only chance of escape, if she needed to. When he spoke the second time, she had to look behind her as he circled her. She flicked an ear forward, wondering if he ever planned to tell her his name.
"Daga." Her voice was soft and lyrical, like most female voices, but there was a tone in her voice that had always been there, one she couldn't really control, because it was just the way she sounded. It was a mixture between tenderness and amazement. No one had ever known why that tone never left, but Daga hated it. She could never in her life sound fierce, even though she was. "And you, if I may ask...?"

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I Can't Escape This Hell... So Many Times I've Tried...

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Those who were intimidated usually walked away with their lives upon the first encounter. If no foolish actiond happened on the part of the other being, Scar would most likely allow them to continue living. As much as he enjoyed killing, as much of a natural-born killer Scarred Disdain was, he had an interesting and complicated set of morals. And if he were to claim a female, then said female should actually feel a bit relieved. If he decided a female was good enough for him to obtain, then odds were she wasn't seeking a meal, but rather another pack member. Whether it was their will or not, he took what he wanted, no matter if they already had a pack or not. He was more than happy to make a challenge to the pack leader for any female to his taste. And of course, one could be very certain that Disdain only claimed of fought for females he thought worthy to be in his territory and around him. And though he hadn't any idea what had drawn him to this female which he slowly circled, he didn't care. if some innate part of him took a liking to her, enough so to the point of claiming her as his, then she must have something about her that was good enough for Disdain to claim. So, despite the fear that was instilled in most females that Disdain approached, they should also feel privileged if he didn't lash out. And if he claimed, further relief should be felt. But he had no control over what others felt, though he was perfectly capable, obviously, of causing fear and intimidation. After all, only a fool would attempt to make a stand against Disdain.

He comes to stand before her, and catches a flicker of defiance. So, she was a fighter, then? If she managed to keep that controlled and pointed in the right direction, adn by that he meant toward outsiders of Shattered Fate and not himself, she might just find herself favored by Disdain. She held submission about her, which only further satisfied Disdain as he studied her constantly, watching for any changes. She was ready to fight if it came to that, but it only would if she decided on acting defiantly toward him. If she refrained from doing so, then there was no need for her to keep the stance. It wasn't long before she spoke of her name. Daga, then? her vocals were soft, tender... Completely and totally opposite from the rugged, lethal, dominating tones that gave his words a sharp, warning edge like that of a gleaming knife. she inquired, and a dark, rumbling chuckle shook his ribs.

" Well, where have my manners gone off to? My name is Scarred Disdain. But I am mostly referred to as Scar or Disdain. Either is acceptable, really."

He was a beast. Cold-hearted, and a murderous creature. A sinner, a believer in the fiery pit of Hell, and the one who would be more than willing to start a war, and claim innocent lives simply because he had the power to. Not just from the muscle and massive size he was, but invisible to the naked eye, an even more dangerous and powerful strength rested within this raging beast. he sat upon his large, muscular haunches, though he still held himself higher than her, prideful and dominating.

" Not many these days have the intellegence you appear to behold, Daga. It was a wise choice to come as ordered."

He paused, letting the small tinge of lust shie through his pale yellow eyes. And when he noted she stil held herself in the prepared stance he almost always wore, he opened his muzzle again to release his dark, rugged vocals, teeth flashing as lips moved.

" There's no need to hold yourself like that, now."

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The whole time he spoke, Daga kept her gaze on him, not daring to take it off. Her auburn eyes almost glared at him, but she made no other move. His name sent a shock through her, but she didn't show it. Did is parents who named him always know he would be... Well, however he was. Daga could not say for sure what his personality was, simply because she hadn't known him for long. But she had a fairly good idea, just from how he had been acting now, and his name.
When he spoke the second time, Daga did not miss the hint of lust that winked into his yellow eyes. This time she did allow a little shock to show, leaning back just slightly, lifting her head. When he spoke the third time, Daga regained her composure. Her thick fur ruffled slightly as a small breeze blew by, and a minute or so later, she sat. She held her head high with confidence, but not so much so that it would offend him, at least she hoped not. He tail was still tucked in close to her, still showing submissive signs. She flattened her ears, auburn eyes looking at the ground. She could relax, and she didn't really know why. He seemed so horrible... So cruel... But for some reason, Daga had something telling her she could just relax. And so her muscled did, and it was clearly visible, even through her thick coat. She tilted her face to the side, one ear flopping gently, one pricked. "And just how is my 'intelligence' any different from others?" She had always thought she was quite normal, nothing spectacular. Of course, he probably didn't think she was spectacular. That would be... dumb. Well, Daga thought so. Because there was no possible way she was even close to spectacular.
Sighing inwardly, she stopped herself from saying that word again. She waited patiently, with that small light of defiance still in her eyes, to see how he would react to such a question.

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But I'm Still Caged Inside...

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Scarred Disdain was, in his own right, someone to be feared and respected. Someone for which others cleared a path, or risked having their lives taken swiftly or slowly, whichever he was feeling up to at the time. He was no joke. He was in fact the real thing. A cold-blooded, natural-born murderer. He did it for pleasure, for the love of making others suffer. And those whom he took under his rule were safe, for the most part. he let them live, let them go about their day taking care of the usual pack duties. But all it takes is one wrong move, and he'll be quick to punish, and quick to kill. So, all in all, he found the female smarter than most for the fact that she was terrified. INtimidation was one of the few things he was horribly good at. And there was only one being that had managed to stand up to him... And that was to be Scar's arch enemy and rival for the rest of their days, until one finally fell at the paws of the other. But that would be some time to come. But at the moment being, there was no need to name this wolf he hated with a strength to outdo his own by one-hundred times, but rather to study the femme before him, and learn what he could of her, if he would like her as his alphess or not. But time would need to pass for that decision to come along.

He watched her with interest, dark, pale yellow eyes watching each and every movement, ears taking in each and every inhale and exhale. The wind ruffled her fur gently, giving her a rather beautiful appearance. She, an angel. And he, himself, a beast and a demon. Two tottally opposite. And yet, he began to wonder if she might be the one that broke into the kinder, gentler part of him. But he pushed this inward thought aside with utter disgust, and refocused on the femme. So, she's noted the lust? He let a devilish grin form, his yellow stained teeth flashing as his lips rose. He watched her reaction, but had none toward it.

He watched her sit, and again was pleased that she managed to take his words and execute their worded actions. It was neither a command nor a request. Somewhere inbetween the two, if you would have to place it somewhere. She held herself confidently, despite the fear and most likely, the want to be elsewhere. But she remained where she had sat, and so Scar so no reason to further frighten her nor make any other harsh motions to assert his dominance over her. She had already made it clear that she had defiance, and was a fighter. And so, Scar respected that. He watched her further relax, and shortly after, her words entered his perked ears. Moments later, his thudering, dark voice parted the very breif silence.

" Others attempt to defy my dominance and authority, and challenge me with disobeidence and other foolish actions. You, have yet to do so, Daga. And that pleases me a great deal. You are a very rare individual, it would seem."

His voice was serious, and grew even more serious.

" And take that compliment to heart. I don't compliement many very often. Consider it a reward for your cooperative behavior."

His tail swipes the ground, dust rising as it settle to wrap around his opposite flank, his shoulders shifting as he moved to a more comfortable sitting position.

" So, I presume you are new to Fragile Silence, then?"
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[kodawari]

Daga's ears flicked back and forth at random times, but there was no doubt she was listening to every word Scar said. Here auburn eyes almost glowing with intensity. The black and gray fur along her back and shoulders bristle, but it was not a result of anger. She shifted lifted one paw, only to put it back down a second later. They had been there for a long time, at least it seemed, and he young body was telling her to get up and move. Being the restless type, sitting for long periods of time were almost impossible.
Daga squashed the feeling down, pushing it away. Her eyes shifted as his tail swiped the floor, then once again as his shoulders shifted. But her gaze ended up on his scarred face once again, both ears pricked and shifting herself into a position in where she sat slightly taller. She felt tiny near him, and for some reason she suddenly felt tinnier. But she still held a confident posture. Is question circled her mind once, twice. "Yes. I have come here to find a new life for myself. One without controlling fathers." The second sentence strained in her throat with a sharp edge of anger. Her eyes briefly held a fiery flame, not of the defiance from earlier, but of a new kind. One with much deeper and attempted shut out feelings.
Quickly returning back to her self of a split second earlier, Daga lowered her head ever so slightly. She didn't know what else to say, so she clamped her jaws shut.