New Beginnings (Open)

[Aivlyn]

There he lay, un-moving, beneath the shade of dense brush. Orúm's chest steadily rose and fell as he napped, unknowing to the rest of the world. He was not even dreaming as he slept, he was neither fully asleep at the time. No, he was about halfway there. It was for a very strategic reason that he napped like this, an ailment that he'd had since he was torn from his mother at a young age. He suffered often from chronic bad dreams, and though he fancied himself to be tough, he still didn't like them. Besides, it had not been long that he had been here. He was still somewhat recovering from his close call with starvation, if not for the scent trails of some other female that he'd followed, he'd probably be dead. So he didn't quite trust anyone around here enough to sleep fully anyhow. So, he remained in this state for a time, a sort of half-in-half-out thing. And this, he found, fair enough.

Though eventually, he grew tired of laying around. Funny enough, he grew annoyed with it, sick of it, he didn't want to just lay there anymore. Slowly, one lazy gold eye peeked from beneath it's lid. It was okay outside at that moment, a little too bright, but it was mainly because his pupils were adjusted. So, finding himself compelled to get off his lazy bum, he suddenly crept out from beneath his bush and gave his back muscles a good stretch. But, when he straightened back up, a wave of fatigue and sleep inertia hit him. He swayed a bit, a grimace of discomfort appearing on his face before he finally steadied himself. The dizzy feeling quickly passed on, which was good.

"Need to find.. Some food." He mumbled to himself, his eyes flicking around, at the moment the den site was void of any scraps. And he was a pretty poor hunter. Though, if need be, he'd be fine with giving it a fair attempt. Maybe this time around, he'd be lucky. Probably not. So, for the moment, he stood in place, contemplating where he should hunt at. But he was fairly clueless.

[Destra]

Quietly, Caecis slipped closer to where Orum rested, her pale blue eyes burned in the dim lighting. The male had turned up in Lingua, not too long ago, half starved but still with a blank expression. At the moment he seemed to be only slightly awake, floating in a place where the fae herself often found herself. With everything that had happened around Vox Populi, Caecis had been wary of Orum, cautious of his presence, but he seemed so pitiful in his state and his light coat had yet to be splattered with blood. His past though, the reason for his just showing up all battered, was what interested the alpha.

Then, finally the brute slid from underneath the brush, his pale fur seemed dampened by the darkness that clung to his spirit yet. She watched with blurred eyes as he swayed slightly, his own vision unfocusing then refocusing as if he were rebooting himself. Quietly she offered her support, stepping to his side and bolstering him. When he murmured food, she had to interrupt. It was obvious from his currently withered state that he was anything but a hunter and for that exact reason she had gone hunting not long ago. "There's some rabbit over here for you" she spoke, her voice low and dark, but light with the color of her spirit.

She snickered to herself, stepping from his side, "I figured you'd either be too weak or you were a fairly horrid hunter in the first place" the laugh barely had enough time to flee the scene before her words slipped from her muzzle, "So, I took the liberty of hunting for you." With that, she padded over to the kill; sure it was meager, but with his sore state it probably wasn't good for Orum to eat more than half of what she brought at first. She pushed it towards him with her paw, settling her long fur in the warm dusty ground. The dappled sunlight swayed lazily and the summer heat made her mind drowsy and unsettlingly slow.

[Eligius]

“Yo, Orum you are a poor excuse for a wolf yah know” Saren called out his tone enlaced in an obvious coat of sheer annoyance as his stone cold gaze found its way onto the younger male. “You arrived here weak and bothersome, and yet you have done about becoming stronger so that you may survive in this world a little bit longer. Perhaps, you simply wish for death to grasp ahold of you…though my bet is that isn’t the case and you are just of the foolish sort.” Saren continued his voice never changed into a softer one and his glare never left the younger male not until they found their way over to Caecis.

“So with all due respect Caecis, you should stop babying him by giving him your kills.” Saren began this time though his voice shifted completely, but the look of agitation was still very much there and he was going to ensure everyone present noticed it. Although, the earthy colored male did not dislike Caecis he did not necessarily like the leader of Lingua either…neither of them to be exact. However, by obligation he was now under them and so that meant until the day that he died…or otherwise stated by Saren himself…they pretty much owned his life or at least they owned his loyalty. Which was why Saren’s tone softened and became gentler in a sense when he talked to the leader, Caecis.

“Instead of you providing him with a catch that you have already obtained, he should be forced to improve his hunting abilities and learn for himself how to survive in a world that practically destroys any weaker being that refuses to become stronger. If not there is no room in this world for him, and he should just go ahead and die out.” 

Clearly, Saren had been annoyed by this whole event and in return it made his tone harsh but…the words were not said out of hatred and it was not that Saren wished to see Orum die. In fact, it was the exact opposite although he would have never been the type to actually mention such things aloud. 

[Destra]

Caecis glowered at Saren, her eyebrows pinching together at her temples and her lip curling slightly with distaste. Saren always set her on edge, he may have been slightly gentler with the fae, but he was still the brutish for her taste. With what she had heard on the wind of his past though, it seemed he had the right to be. Whatever the matter, Caecis bistled at his hostility towards Orum, her mind warming with distate. While maybe Saren had the right to be gloomy, moody, and altogther separated if he wanted to, he didn't have the means to tell a guest in the lands that they needed to buck up and shut up.

"Well if had learned to hunt earlier maybe he wouldn't have been starving," Caecis agreed, raising to her paws and shaking out her chocolate mottled fur, "but the case being what it is, he'll need to get some flesh on his bones before he can learn anything or stray outside of the birches." Pointedly, her pale blue eyes glared at Saren, "You cannot expect him to hunt when he's starved, hunger makes a hunter delirious, raged, and cocky" and a smirk flicked to her muzzle, "you should know that Saren." Her tail flicked and she nodded at Orum curtly, stepping to the side, slipping between Saren and the new brute, acting as a buffer between the two.

Buffering was her deal, Caecis hated conflict, and with everything happening in Vox Populi, the thougth of war made her shiver. Silently, she hoped that neither of the packs would be seeking their aid any time soon, choosing would not be wise for her and knowing Soran, Lingua would end up on the opposing side just for the blood. As it was, she couldn't tell who was to blame, if anyone was in the first place. Indifference in conflict was her M.O. and Soran knew that, but needless to say it was more likely for him to suddenly take over publicly while privately the two bickered, spat, and snapped at one another.

[Aivlyn]

Orum remained silent for the time being. He liked listening to the others get in a funny little argument over him, whether they should baby him or not. Truthfully, Orum couldn't give half a rotten rat corpse, he was fine with starving and dying. That actually wouldn't be too horrible. In that regard, he actually agreed with Saren. Saren the humorless, he would not call him, maybe more like 'Saren the 'don't feed the pigeons, silly alphess''. Was Orum a pigeon? Perhaps. Now, listening to two wolves bicker, that was also fun. So he'd miss this conversation if he would have starved. In that regard, he agreed with Caecis. Either way, both were hilarious, and Orum stifled a grin to hide the fact that, while he was very amused, he was slowly ascending through various levels of being pissed off. While it was amusing, it was also dumb and pointless.

"While I appreciate the babying, and trust me, I do; I actually was sort of hoping I'd die. But I'll eat it. " He grumbled. Maybe if he got up and just ate it, they'd both shut up. "And you Saren.. You sound so pleasant and happy this morning, I could just go and vomit a rainbow. Really. I am being sincere. That's how I survive in the wild, you know. I'd see something beautiful, like your face, and then I'd go and vomit a rainbow, follow it, and then eat the leprechaun on the other side. It was a wondrous tactic." Orum grinned, appreciating how random and out of it that sounded, and then stalked off. It was, of course, just to throw and/or annoy him. Besides, if Saren got so mad that he tried to kill Orum, he would just say "Yay!" and then die.

With that, he sat down, preparing himself to eat, while keeping his ears up to listen for whatever retorts, gasps, chuckles, snorts, or other unruly noises came next.