Ferus General Hunting Territory

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

Walking only a foot away from the Alpha, the ebony bitch flickered dark auricles to the sound of hooves. Pursing her lips, controlled relief flooded tense muscles. Of course, these deer would only last a week, or two without water. If they were to hunt these prey items, it’d need to be soon. Looking over the large creatures, they seemed healthy enough. Fatigued, but nowhere near death. "At least the hunting team was successful," Nodding passively, smoky paws slid forward, briefly investigating the softest stream of water - though it consisted mostly of mud. "But its still a shame that Pandora and Xanthe were both lost. They were assets to the pack, and were probably more useful than some of the new wolves that are currently joining our pack," Amber eyes rolled, a half grin hovering over her usual stone features. The new members were… aggressively mediocre. Hardly any of them showed the potential that the old Delta held.


"You know, it was never my intention to be in charge of all this, didn't want to be in charge of pack members dying and having to deal with the stress of that kind of stuff. Thatcher was so much better at this than me, I always thought I'd be by his side and I would die by his side. Sure, we were best friends simply because I saved his life, but I feel like he was more tolerant, and maybe kinder towards me than anyone else. There was just something that Thatcher had that I don't," Semira blinked, surprised by the sudden onslaught of emotion. Alas, her stunned expression never sank in. Instead, it remained even, per usual. Slowly, the soot colored Sentinel approached Jay, keeping a more submissive, but casual posture. Now, parallel to her Alpha, a single ear fell. “Sorry,” His emerald gaze turned away, bringing a frown to Semira’s face.

“Hey,” Her voice came out firmer than she expected it to, immediately the other ear fell nervously. “Thatcher had to murder to get the respect and submission of this pack.” Emphasising murder, she stepped forward, bringing herself to apprehensively meet the male’s gaze. “You’ve only been Alpha for a few weeks, and I haven’t seen a single wolf doubt your position. You bring a sense of nobility Thatcher seemed to lack. You have everything Thatcher had, and then some. Once you realise this, you’ll be a legendary leader of Ferus.” Offering a slight smile, Semira could only hope that her words provided some sort of comfort, and had not overstepped the boundaries of her rank. “I saw this pack revive and grow, it’s already more successful than ever.”

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

Semira hesitated, onyx auricles fluttering upright as Jay spoke, quaint murmurs of trust. Loosening usually tensed muscles, the Sentinel found it oddly easy to relax around the authority figure, so much so that her form twitched with doubt. Why was this? An alpha so soothing to the senses, with all the nobility Thatcher lacked, yet still accessible. For once, the ever churning mind slowed, suddenly entranced by nearing emerald optics. For a moment, dark hues glanced at the amount of space between them, before gravitating back upwards, clashing with shamrock. It was nearly off putting, the tranquility of the scene. Couldn’t they remain here for centuries? Simply talking, or sitting in silence, comforted by one another’s presence. It seemed almost doubtful, edging Semira to believe it could be a dream, until the familiar rumble returned.

"I never used to be so... aggressive. I was actually a lot less so when I met Thatcher. He always used to make fun of me for it, always saying that my kindheartedness would get me killed one day," Pulling brows in toward the end of the sentence, the ink hued bitch couldn’t help but wonder: What was Jay like prior to saving Thatcher? Kindheartedness never lasted, and should one have it, it was to be tucked away beneath a facade of hostility. Was he talkative? Semira couldn’t begin to picture the idea of a chatty Jay. "Ferus is a harsh pack that lives in cruel lands. There is no room to be soft here. That's what gets a wolf killed after all," Semira, though his words were hollow, nodded grimly. It was true: without strength, where would one go? Get the pity of Lubrusca, perhaps. The possibility of change for Ferus was unlikely, near impossible. But, it was a way of life; one the Sentinel wouldn’t dare change.

"I've always wondered something about you," A singular brow lifted, a teasing ‘Oh really?’ via body language. Twitching her tail half-mindedly, Semira couldn’t help the reluctant bliss that covered her entirety at the notion of herself crossing the Alpha’s mind. Even the perfectionist half of her brain sighed. His casual tone brought about a quirked corner to onyx lips, a comfortable smile that seldom graced her features.

"How is it that you always seem to remain so calm and collected? I find it rather hard with some of the wolves in the pack. Even when Thatcher and I were taking over Ferus, you just seemed so... calm compared to your brother and the others," Narrowing amber optics slightly, her mind wandered along the topic. It was to peaceful for the usual gear-grinding mechanism of her brain. It was comfortable. Normal. "I just don't understand someone that can remain calm all the time, do you ever feel nervous or scared?”

Semira shuffled, taken aback by his words. Had she really given off this vibe? The one she’d been practicing at perfecting: The art of indifference? “Well,” She began, briefly looking away, her gaze rolling over the dried greenery. “Of course I get scared, hell, I’m nervous of something at least half the day.” Her formal voice drooped, slowly fading into a comfortable, casual drawl. “I just don’t say it, or show it.” She blinked, trying to work out the words that bundled within her burning throat. “I know that some of the wolves around here need someone to be calm, or brave. Why shouldn’t I take that responsibility?” Semira chuckled, dragging hellfire optics back to green.

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

Ghostly hues wandered around the territory, contentedness melting over previously tense features. Once again, warmth pinched at Semira’s profile, emerald eyes easily met. That smile. His smile. She mirrored it, before drawing a deft paw, flicking it over a singular auricle. "You're such an amazing wolf, you've already surpassed me in the intelligent aspect,” A soft scoff followed his words, an ebony cranium shaking in disbelief. It took her whole might to resist a hushed ‘Please.’ It was moronic, she was simply good at following orders.
Alas, the Sentinel couldn’t keep fiery orbs from sweeping his form once again, admiring the male. It was almost saddening, how he doubted himself; he was extremely skilled. Of course, every wolf had something to nitpick on. Semira, for one, obsessively perfected every move, muscles usually tensed - something lost within the vicinity of Jay. Her legs felt numb, unstable and wobbly. As if blood flow suddenly ceased, but that couldn’t be - her heart slammed within a raven chest. The sudden blurt from the male shocked the bitch back into reality, Semira’s eyes widening ever-so-slightly.

Opening her mouth to reply, only a soft wheeze sounded. Clearing her throat with a embarrassed chuckle, bright hues traveled down to thin paws. Fumbling nervously, the Sentinel was almost unrecognizable. Semira had succumb to fidgeting to and fro, a grin toying at pretty features. The tank of a female glanced upward, hesitantly meeting Jay’s eyes, a meaningful look passed, before Semira clawed once again at the dusty ground.

“I suppose I have,” Pulling into a sitting position, forelimbs shook slightly beneath her. A hoarse laugh left her thin muzzle, both at herself and the thick air accompanying the situation. “But I wouldn’t phrase it as ‘picking someone out’.” Her face morphed into a slick grin, raising an eyebrow at her superior. “More a… mutual agreement..”

“How about you?” She tempted, smiling good naturedly. Perhaps she had overstepped her boundaries, but at this point, she was far too amused to care much. The mixture of adrenaline, and simply joy with speaking to Jay hazed her usual sharp mind. But, his two failed loves shortly came to mind, and an apologetic wince was all she could manage. Once again, muscled tensed, would he be upset?

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

Despite the harsh radiations of the ever hot sun, Semira shivered, a harsh cold seeping through stocky bones. Amber eyes looked up at her Alpha, a shuddering breath barely audible, but clearly visible. Why? Why did his question make her heart pound? It was… invigorating. Simply being in his presence, for the first time in years, energy suddenly coarsed through flexible limbs. The sentinel could leap, soar, run for miles. But running wasn’t the only activity she longed to do.

"W-well, I have thought of someone, but I'm not sure if she would want to accept the request if I came around to asking her to become my mate,"

She almost flinched, his emerald gaze sinking into raven fur. No, no, it couldn’t be her, could it? Surely it was someone else. Taking a deep breath, hellfire orbs narrowed, sinking rapidly into an investigative expression - similar to how she would report about other packs. Body language, he leaned in, ever so slightly. The male fidgeted, even stammered his words. There was no other explanation.

Looking once again into those piercing eyes, the words formed in her mouth. She would pose a simple inquiry: Who wouldn’t want to be his mate? To be closer than ever, to share every thought - no matter how meaningless -, a sense of protection, to finally bare young. The thought of pups usually sent bile into Semira’s mouth, but the dame suddenly longed for the small bundles. To watch them spring about, free from any emotional scarring. She wanted, needed something to care for. Her brother hardly cut it anymore.

“Ask me-” Semira choked, a swift pain stabbing her in the torso. Eyes widening, she attempted to explain, but all that was offered was a hoarse rasp. The words that tumbled from an onyx muzzle were unintentional, and horrifyingly embarrassing. No. She could do this. Taking a shaky inhale, muscled limbs pushed upwards, inching toward the handsome male. “B-because,” Clearing her throat, the bitch positioned herself dangerously close to the male, noses mere millimeters away. “I’d sure as hell appreciate being knocked over again.” Her final words were hardly a whisper, remarking to their initial meeting, a flirtatious tease.

Hardly daring to move, the Sentinel held her breath.

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

With each passing second, adrenaline sped into action, urging on a rapidly beating heart. As she stood, gazing into those eyes, his eyes, doubt burrowed into every fiber of her young being - but still, the confident facade pressed on. The only give: the flexing of onyx auricles. As her stature balanced, each muscle flexed and straightened. Hind legs bearing the majority of the Sentinel’s weight, the forepaws hardly skimming the ground. Her body ached and longed to be beside his, to feel his fur, affection, to be his one and only. Her affections for the past time had been smothered, due to Jay’s moronic infatuation with Xanthe. But, much to Semira’s advantage, her confidence soared. Though her triumph was tainted with the death of a packmate, if all went well, Semira could care less.

Desperately, hellfire optics searched for any sort of give. As Jay registered her words, it looked as if she’d bite him in the muzzle. Suddenly, a grin spread across his handsome features. The sane immediately slid across hers, it was impossible to resist. Every detail of him was simply perfection, and the Sentinel was lost in it. How could she not be? He was… indescribable. But, the dame was hardly allowed much time to admire the muscular Alpha.

Hitting the ground with a soft thud, a quiet gasp left ebony lips as the shock rippled through her toned body. Looking up at the male, brows furrowed, attempting to stifle a giggle. There was no point struggling - that that she could if she wanted to -, her shoulders sagged beneath the bulky paws, completely relaxed under the captivating gaze of the Alpha. Immediately, his voice hit the air, listing.. Demands? Semira couldn’t help the chuckle, the seriousness he held while maintaining such a posture was simply adorable. Swatting at his hind legs with a soft tail, a marbled gaze shone with adoration, battling his serious emerald ones. Every single word he spoke was brimming with thrilling possibilities, so much so that the entirety of her form quivered with pure joy. But, at his next word: Her grin dropped.

"Promise me... That you will never leave me,"

Pushing her thin muzzle upwards, she pressed it against the left side of his own, then proceeding to nuzzle upwards at his ear. Semira was practically purring with pure joy, and the fact that she was finally, finally, his. Nothing else mattered right now, not the drought, not the loss of pack members. Solex? Who? She was far to into the moment, inhaling his scent, the gap between them finally closed. After a few moments, the Sentinel finally whispered to her new mate. “Never..” Closing round orbs for a moment, the bitch allowed her constantly guarded exterior to completely fall. After years, she lay in complete vulnerability, yet never felt safer.

“So long as you know,” She grinned, flashing the Alpha a quick wink. How could she not remind him of what he so narrowly missed, especially when he was dancing after two other females?

“You’re so damn lucky.”

Sentinel Semira of Ferus

Semira couldn't help the grin that gently filtered through pretty features, the giddy excitement that tightened her chest was comparable to a pup flaunting it's first kill. It was utter perfection, her limbs tangled beneath his muscled form, completely paralyzed - not that she had any complaints. With a small rasp to her cheek, Semira felt her heart soar as he freed her. Tossing over, the ebony bitch shook out any dust that collected on her pelt, eyeing the Alpha as he spoke, whimsy amusement dancing atop amber optics.

"You should sharpen your reflexes,"

Semira let out a mock offended gasp, moving closer to him, letting her gaze travel over the territory; dried trees, the distant deer, him. With a half smirk, she playfully batted his stocky limb with her own. "I'll work on that." She sneered jokingly, a gentle wink sent his way. It was odd, how she transitioned from being a bundle of nervous energy, to simply joyful, completely enveloped in this wolf.

At one point in her life, the dame could've been thought of as nearly impenetrable, her only weakness being Solex; who could easily defend himself. She carried herself sternly at all times, even when alone. But now, under the shamrock gaze of the one wolf she'd been taught to respect the most, completely melted away. Her true charisma shone through, finally breaking through the serious facade she carried far to often.

Listening as her newly established mate spoke once more, his words left her slightly rattled, though it wasn't apparent. Ferus had never had a female leader, and now the title was being thrust upon Semira. Nodding slowly, she processed his words individually, piecing together the reality of the situation slowly. Within seconds, any doubts that may have tainted her mind were tossed aside, irrelevant. The position was hardly intimidating in itself upon further pondering, the idea of it merely sounded it.

 Smiling giddily, the tone Jay spoke with was refreshing, and the dame couldn't help but mirror his delight in her expression. It was special, completely unique. A new part of the pack's history. As he continued talking, she chuckled. Perhaps his words weren't as suggestive as Semira took them, but she still couldn't resist the humor.

Of course, it would obviously need renovation. It had been seldom touched since the prior Alpha. The thought of Thatcher now was almost laughable. What would he think, if he still reigned, of Jay's choice in mate? Was Semira truly good enough to stand beside the male? Shoving the thoughts aside, the bitch nudged him with her shoulder, flickering a ebony tail against his hind limbs in a sickly sweet fashion, gave him a flirtatious wiggle of brows.

"I'm sure I could think of a few ways to," She turned, flicking her head toward the commons. "Hm, warm it up."

.:. Exit to - Common Grounds .:.