Brain Over Brawn
03-27-2014, 07:31 PM
What Is Life For, If Not For Joy?
The female hardly let her guard down, though Birch did not blame her. He was an... Odd male for sure. He had never, ever, met a wolf like himself, not really, though he was sure that they were out there. But he didn?t mind if their paths didn?t cross. One pup-like adult wolf in any area was more than enough. Sometimes he wondered if he shouldn?t try to change how he was... But... He felt that things were meant to be this way. He was as he was for a reason, and he would remain that way for as long as he lived, passing on his views to his children just as his mate would pass on hers. Together he was certain they would be strong, whether they became alphas or not, and no matter the paths they chose to take in life.
The huff was caught, and for the first time since meeting the smaller wolf Birch showed something different then his calm and curious nature. A bit of a saddened look would cross his face, almost as if he was a pup being scolded for doing something wrong by a parent. As she spoke it almost did seem as if she was more of a parent speaking to a pup, at least in a way. Her tactics, in her own eyes, might have seemed obvious, but Birch would not have thought of such things. He was more of the thought smaller wolves simply hunted smaller prey... Especially if they were the size of this female.
The sense that he was appearing more as an annoyance was coming onto Birch, though he wasn?t convinced to leave just yet. He would leave if she wanted him to, or if he felt he had really, really annoyed her, but as for now he remained where he was, smile faded, watching her with a more calm and serious look than before. His bouncy, energetic movements were gone for now, as if her words had reminded him that he was indeed an adult, and he should act more like one. It was something he had always had trouble doing... And spending time as a loner, and then being in a pack that had simply accepted him as he was, he had grown set in his ways.
When she spoke again there was more of a chill to her voice than before... And Birch would tilt his ears back some. Even still he simply looked more... Pupish. Don?t do this Birch. Don?t do that Birch. What you?re thinking and planning is wrong Birch. For a moment he would advert his gaze, as if he half expected to be yelled at for mentioning the fact he was planning on becoming an alpha alongside his mate. A sigh would leave him as the female would continue, realizing, at least for the moment, that he truly was an oddity. He wasn?t really... mature in some ways.
When she finished speaking Birch would look to her, keeping his voice calm, still respectful, though moreso held in check than before... As if he was still waiting for her to explode in anger or something of the sort... As if he had experienced such a thing before. ?Yes... So I?m odd... So what? Maybe it is strange to seek a kill for the sake of curiosity... But a ravine is not necessarily a normal place to make one. The danger of the wolf themselves falling into the ravine after the prey is always a possibility, especially if they don?t know the lay of the land... And, as I said before, I?ve never heard of another wolf using your tactics, though that isn?t saying that there are not any others out there.? He would shake his head.
?It wasn?t really the kill that truly interested me I suppose... But wanting to make sure the wolf behind it was still okay. Some might call that shady, but my life, since my family was forced to split apart and go our separate ways, has been dedicated to helping others who are too weak to help themselves, or who might meet a stroke of bad luck.? He looked the female directly in the eyes as he said this, honesty shining within his eyes.
?As for the matter of my energy I have always had a high energy level since I was a pup... And... I suppose you could say I wasn?t taught the so called proper way of behaving. I was accepted however I acted, and so I guess in some ways I never truly grew up. I still love running around and romping just as a pup would... And while some do not approve of this... The wolves I have been with in groups, pack or not, have, and so I never changed... And I never will.? The last bit was added on almost defensively, though he didn?t raise his voice and still kept that matter of respect in his voice.
Now came the last matter. Birch would give a soft sigh as that matter came along. ?...as for your last question, I can only assume that your coldness towards the idea of any wolf holding such a position means that you have had your share of bad experiences of tyrants using that power to control others as pawns. Perhaps that is too bold to assume... But it is what I see.? Yes... Birch could truly have his serious moments when the need arose.
?As I mentioned before... My family was forced apart... By wolves who were like that. We didn?t have set borders... And because we were too close, being among different packs, I suppose we were seen as a threat. So why then would I want to be an alpha? It is not something I have necessarily sought out as my destiny... But when I met my mate she had a dream, to create a pack... And a pack, a real pack, acts as a family regardless of blood. I want to be an alpha alongside her to restore honor to the name, so I can use my power to protect those I care about... So I can protect all of my pack, blood related or not. They are my family... And it is my duty, whether I am an official alpha or not, to protect them with everything I have until my last breath leaves my body. Their problems, their sadness, their joy... All of it is part of mine as well.?
Perhaps, now that he had spoken, the female could see that he was not quite as bad as she might think a possible alpha to be. Perhaps she would see Birch was merely as he was, a loving male with an open heart, the desire to protect what he cared about, the will to do whatever was needed of him, regardless of cost, and the wish to simply live life helping others. Life was short, far too short, so rather than spend it being cruel to each other and causing grief he found it much more rewarding to bring happiness to those he met. A life was better remembered in love than in hate.
The female would speak again, saying that he was welcome to stay. Wolves were indeed a social sort of creature, for the most part needing others, at least at times, to help them through their lives. He would dip his head, silently thanking her for her will to share her kill once she was finished with it. Even if she could not finish it all it was still her choice what to do with the meat, and Birch wouldn?t have asked her to share had it not been what she desired. His purple eyes watched her still, a bit of an underlying emotion within them... Hinting at what he feared more than anything. Rejection.
"Speech"
The huff was caught, and for the first time since meeting the smaller wolf Birch showed something different then his calm and curious nature. A bit of a saddened look would cross his face, almost as if he was a pup being scolded for doing something wrong by a parent. As she spoke it almost did seem as if she was more of a parent speaking to a pup, at least in a way. Her tactics, in her own eyes, might have seemed obvious, but Birch would not have thought of such things. He was more of the thought smaller wolves simply hunted smaller prey... Especially if they were the size of this female.
The sense that he was appearing more as an annoyance was coming onto Birch, though he wasn?t convinced to leave just yet. He would leave if she wanted him to, or if he felt he had really, really annoyed her, but as for now he remained where he was, smile faded, watching her with a more calm and serious look than before. His bouncy, energetic movements were gone for now, as if her words had reminded him that he was indeed an adult, and he should act more like one. It was something he had always had trouble doing... And spending time as a loner, and then being in a pack that had simply accepted him as he was, he had grown set in his ways.
When she spoke again there was more of a chill to her voice than before... And Birch would tilt his ears back some. Even still he simply looked more... Pupish. Don?t do this Birch. Don?t do that Birch. What you?re thinking and planning is wrong Birch. For a moment he would advert his gaze, as if he half expected to be yelled at for mentioning the fact he was planning on becoming an alpha alongside his mate. A sigh would leave him as the female would continue, realizing, at least for the moment, that he truly was an oddity. He wasn?t really... mature in some ways.
When she finished speaking Birch would look to her, keeping his voice calm, still respectful, though moreso held in check than before... As if he was still waiting for her to explode in anger or something of the sort... As if he had experienced such a thing before. ?Yes... So I?m odd... So what? Maybe it is strange to seek a kill for the sake of curiosity... But a ravine is not necessarily a normal place to make one. The danger of the wolf themselves falling into the ravine after the prey is always a possibility, especially if they don?t know the lay of the land... And, as I said before, I?ve never heard of another wolf using your tactics, though that isn?t saying that there are not any others out there.? He would shake his head.
?It wasn?t really the kill that truly interested me I suppose... But wanting to make sure the wolf behind it was still okay. Some might call that shady, but my life, since my family was forced to split apart and go our separate ways, has been dedicated to helping others who are too weak to help themselves, or who might meet a stroke of bad luck.? He looked the female directly in the eyes as he said this, honesty shining within his eyes.
?As for the matter of my energy I have always had a high energy level since I was a pup... And... I suppose you could say I wasn?t taught the so called proper way of behaving. I was accepted however I acted, and so I guess in some ways I never truly grew up. I still love running around and romping just as a pup would... And while some do not approve of this... The wolves I have been with in groups, pack or not, have, and so I never changed... And I never will.? The last bit was added on almost defensively, though he didn?t raise his voice and still kept that matter of respect in his voice.
Now came the last matter. Birch would give a soft sigh as that matter came along. ?...as for your last question, I can only assume that your coldness towards the idea of any wolf holding such a position means that you have had your share of bad experiences of tyrants using that power to control others as pawns. Perhaps that is too bold to assume... But it is what I see.? Yes... Birch could truly have his serious moments when the need arose.
?As I mentioned before... My family was forced apart... By wolves who were like that. We didn?t have set borders... And because we were too close, being among different packs, I suppose we were seen as a threat. So why then would I want to be an alpha? It is not something I have necessarily sought out as my destiny... But when I met my mate she had a dream, to create a pack... And a pack, a real pack, acts as a family regardless of blood. I want to be an alpha alongside her to restore honor to the name, so I can use my power to protect those I care about... So I can protect all of my pack, blood related or not. They are my family... And it is my duty, whether I am an official alpha or not, to protect them with everything I have until my last breath leaves my body. Their problems, their sadness, their joy... All of it is part of mine as well.?
Perhaps, now that he had spoken, the female could see that he was not quite as bad as she might think a possible alpha to be. Perhaps she would see Birch was merely as he was, a loving male with an open heart, the desire to protect what he cared about, the will to do whatever was needed of him, regardless of cost, and the wish to simply live life helping others. Life was short, far too short, so rather than spend it being cruel to each other and causing grief he found it much more rewarding to bring happiness to those he met. A life was better remembered in love than in hate.
The female would speak again, saying that he was welcome to stay. Wolves were indeed a social sort of creature, for the most part needing others, at least at times, to help them through their lives. He would dip his head, silently thanking her for her will to share her kill once she was finished with it. Even if she could not finish it all it was still her choice what to do with the meat, and Birch wouldn?t have asked her to share had it not been what she desired. His purple eyes watched her still, a bit of an underlying emotion within them... Hinting at what he feared more than anything. Rejection.
"Speech"
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