She hadn't felt like this since she'd left her homelands a month or so ago, yet Armenia was doing it again, second guessing herself, and wishing she had never left. She had figured for things to be better by now, though here she was, stuck in the middle of her old ways, and wishing she could shut her mind away from all the horrible possibilities. What came first, was great, she was loving everything about the salvajes, even the creatures who had made this their home way before she had even set a paw to it's grasses. And instantly, things turned for the worse. Sure, she upgraded to the rank of Zeta, and was proud that she was subjected to such a high title so early in her packlife, though the happiness was short lived, for endless amounts of frowns and scowls sent chills through her spine. In reality, she didn't deserve the rank, and half wondered if Oni had did her justice because she was new, just like the others, with time she'd be stripped of such honer and brought back down to the rank of Subordinate like the tawny hued female named Kiriana had after staying loyal for so long. She was afraid of this failure, but even more afraid of being catagorized without such duty. While others would be glad, satisfied of the rank, like she rightly was, Armenia figured it would suit her much better if she actually earned the rank, and later the boasting would come much natural. Would make her feel as a complete wolf, rather then a bystanding granted wolf because she was new.

Yet this wasn't the only problem bothering her. The female had, in all aspects of life, felt as though she were floating on air within the Salvajes in a span of about three weeks or so when she was introduced to the Creeker Beta named Takashi. He was everything she'd wanted in a male, hell his very presence brought a tingle through her spine, bubbled her stomach, and rosed her cheeks. And he didn't have to do much but act as he always did, clueless and honest, it was what got Armenia the first time, and could surely the rest, had she not learned of what he really felt toward her.

It wasn't the fact that his rank was keeping them apart, it was the fact that Armenia was unsure of what could, or would happen. She wanted Taka, dreamed of him daily, yet what she couldn't do was drive him away from his pack, and neither could she simply desert hers. Not while she was still fresh within the ranks and had time left to prove to Oni that she really belonged there. Zeta or not. Confusing as it might seem, it flowed well in her skull, perhaps Taka's as well, for when he broke the news the nail fell full force into her heart, piercing it, and steaking there as she heard him admit he really had no feelings for her. And wasn't sure what could become of them. She wasn't mad, simply disappointed as he spoke, yet she hid it so well while he spoke, confessing to her his views, and her tears struggled to form around the bridge of her eyelids. The whole encounter was a letdown, and now, a couple days later she was off again, wandering, while needing to clear her mind no matter how horrible she was at completing this.

She hadn't noticed much change in the atmosphere, so of course, she didn't catch the whiff of the tribal pack who lived here, neither did she notice that she was tresspassing. All she knew was that she needed a walk, as her paws carried her, mind in a jumble while tears slowly formed. She hated him, hated this, hated herself for becoming so weak, and trusting too fast a male who would eventually, like most did, break her heart. But did she really hate Takashi? Her heart still thumped loudly for him whenever his name was spoken, yet her mind thrashed him, tormented his good name for a simple effort of forgetting. Though, obviously, it wasn't doing too well. i'm so weak, i'm just a simple weak female no one could grow to love she thought, another stream of tears rolling down her cheek as she sobbed. Wondering just what to do, and hoping another would feel pity, and give her the benefit of the doubt for tresspassing...

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Lately the constant around his homelands – as much as he could call it home – was trespassers and it began to grate on his nerves at the highest degree. By the subtle request of Zyanya, he’d tried his hardest to rein in his aggressive tendencies when it came to the ignorance of the Salvaje wolves in regards to borders, but it was beginning to take its toll on the young male. And his mood had been nothing but irritable for the past week or so – especially, when the majority of these trespassers had been males; a threat to him and his, if nothing else, besides a nuisance.

But as the steely gait of his limbs brought him closer to the edges of the territories, closer to where that damn tunnel was located and the parasites kept filtering through, the unmistakable scent of one of them drifted toward him on the wind’s subtle wisp, infiltrating his nasal senses without the slightest warning. Albeit, Hawk didn’t suddenly click into a more gruff mode of being, despite the relative ease that was coming to him as of late.

Instead, the twist of his mood unravelled to a softer state – a twinkle gleaning across the surface of his mismatched eyes, his muzzle raising proudly and his gait taking on a more noticeable air of confidence, shrouded in a subtly if one was unaware of the Ahtono’e‘s unfortunate pole of his personality. The blend of greys, silver and blacks came into his line of vision not long after he scented her and the base-line rumble of a growl would rattle in his throat, simply to alert her of his advancing presence and nothing more.

He ghosted up her side, drawing incredibly close to her flank so that the lighter tones of his pelt would ever-so lightly graze her own, before the tip of his muzzle, in all its moist glory would parallel the slope of her ear, teeth gently grazing the edges momentarily. The voice that was to purr from the leather of his lips was of an alluringly soft quality, with a weighted concern dappled behind it, to brush breathily the light hairs of her inner ear and effectively tease the most chaste of areas.

"What’s a beautiful flower like you doing out here all alone? Especially with all this talk of ghosts around… I mean, it might not be safe."

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In her frustrated jumble of nerves, the young vixen hadn't quite caught the smell of Hawkspur until it was too late. Tawny fur mixed in with her own bundle of smokey grays as he touched her flank, mouth finishing off as it touched the outline of her round ears. Finally she stopped, bewildered and afraid of what might happen. Normally, in a situation like this, the young female would be delighted to see such a handsome face, yet heartbroken, and torn beyond belief, the female was much more confused than anything. How had he noticed her so quickly, and furthermore, what gave him the right to touch her so freely, as though she were bestfriends with him in everyway! She felt violated, and wondered what this male had in store for her on his lands.

Stepping back a bit, ears perked as she listened to him speak, calling her names that the one her heart belonged to haven't dared to address her as before. He compared her to a flower, something so delicate and lovely, that not a female in the world could resists it's kind beauty and innocent fragrance. In some strange way, she felt much too low to even be considered this, though in some odd sense, she admired his kind words, and slowly, but surely, her smile formed. Tail swaying side to side in a manner of graditude as she too leaned in to nip at his ear. "Is this the way you always greet someone?" she questioned, chuckling all the while as she eyed him with clear eyes, tears had long ago disappeared, drying up the moment he'd appeared. Perhaps Hawkspur wasn't so strange afterall.

Though what struck her the most was what he'd said about the ghosts. She hadn't known about this place before, so it was quite easy for her to ponder the thought of ghosts present. In her mind, ghosts weren't friendly, neither were they the type to enjoy tresspassers, and this male, and her were definatly tresspassing. "G..ghosts live here? But thats not safe...maybe I should leave?" she questioned, a look of concern on her face as she asked this. Surely Hawkspur would be able to help her if needed right?

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It never had deterred him the thought, and often way, that females reacted to his forward advances, as friendly as they were always put across. His direct invasion of their personal space and likewise features (such as their ears) could sometimes earn him a swift nip and a distasteful comment – but rather than causing him to fall and give up the chase, it spurned him on more than before. This one however, the flower, reacted with a stepping away that sadly wasn’t uncommon. What the features of his eyes where reaching and waiting for, or at least the hint of, was a further reaction and then it came.

It was small and slow as first, keenly expressing her reluctance and reservations to do so, but eventually her lips curled joyfully upward and received a genial wag of his tail as if to celebrate the action of doing so. The very crook of his lips would do the same, only more warmly, as if the very presence of such would allure her into relaxing into his charming company. What he hadn’t quite expected was the croon in his ear that followed a gentle nip, accented with the softest of feminine chuckles.

He himself took advantage of her chosen closeness to him and extended his muzzle out to the tender air of her ear again, like he was telling her the most precious of secrets in a hushed baritone whisper. "Only the special ones." However, she’d taken his comment on the spectre’s quite literally and he reluctantly pulled back just to catch the look of concern flickering across her beautiful features. "Rumour has it. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe." He inhaled deeply through his nares and swept his tail behind his quarters with viscous strokes, his eyes narrowing a touch to accentuate his faux look, as he jokingly added, "I’ll be your hero."

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Again, her heart skipped a beat as she stared into his multi-hued eyes, mesmorized by their beauty and hoping for some sign of trust. Since his first brush against her flank Armenia was drawn to him, thus the reason she continued to stick around, continueing to sink herself further into his game of cat and mouse. She the mouse, and him the obvious and devious cat. It was still yet to be determined if Hawkspur was playing silly games, or really feeling this way, though what was to be sure was the immense beating of her heart from his flattering words. So little compliments she had been given, so little that she almost forgot what it was to feel beautiful, no matter how attractive she actually was. Riddled with mesmorizing olive green eyes, smokey gray fur, and the average lithe stance of a female wolf, she was the exact portrait of beauty. No matter how little she actually knew it. In her time, she had been given compliments, but they were for her eyes more so than her body, and slowly, she became insecure, wondering, if it wasn't for her emerald hues, would they even see her at all. This was all in the past now, for Armenia had long since forgotten about her self-conscience with Spur in the area, and focused mainly on the large male. All thoughts of Takashi vanishing as he continued on. "Why thank you!" she even cooed as he took her ear in his mouth, chewing on it as she had his moments before.

Nothing could be better then having another attractive male in the same area as herself even if he wasn't the beta of Silver Creek. Hawkspur could definatly make her forget just whom her heart once belonged to. "Ooooh, I'm in the same area as a real hero? I'll make sure to stick by you then" she continued, paw lifting to swat him on the shoulder, her ear slowly slipping from his mouths grip as she finished "Whats your name anyway hero?"

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"So, everyone's a winner." He was in ecstasy about the fact that she was going to be sticking with him – or perhaps that was because she was nibbling quite sensually on his ear… either was possible – and he giggled, in a manly way of course, when she swatted his arched shoulder with her paw, recoiling in mock offence with his ears swaying back protectively. But from this detached view he saw how attractive she really was. A slight frame with her coat a rare and lovely blend of a mixture of varying greys, blacks and whites, with olive green eyes that just seemed to add the stone to the ring, penetrating and alluring all at the same time.

He wasn't to be lost in them however, although he was tempted to drown for her voice purred into the now preen of his auditory cones and he whisked his tail eagerly at the response. "Well, since you're my girl and I'm going to be protecting you and everything you ought to know." Again, he drew up close to her – no, closer than close, making sure the very tickle of his exhale would tease against the surface of the skin beneath her light cheek as he brushed past, eventually pressing his own against it before whispering sensually once again with the weight of his conviction, "Hawkspur," before progressing to add, "And what, my lovely, should I be calling you?"

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She nodded at his words. Indeed, they both were in a win, win situation as she felt her heart thump quietly within her chest, occasionally emitting a loud thump with each touch she felt when he brushed up against her. Spur definatly had that charm about him that made her want more, somewhat like Takashi had when they had first met a month or so ago, she loved his company, hell his very words made her melt with satisfaction and now this new guy, whom she'd yet to get the name of yet, was making her happy as though she'd known him for ages. "Your quite the charmer arent you?" she admitted, smiling as he again brushed against her (sending her heart to another spiral of quiet thumps, and a single loud thump) and spoke of his name.

Earing it herself made the whole scene enjoyable. Such a lovely name he possed, and so spiritual. Hawkspur she even had to say it once more to herself before yet another pleasurable smile crossed her maw and she allowed her tail the ability to sway. "And a fitting name for a male so handsome" she cooed. Ears perked when those words were emitted for, it seemed as though Armenia's flirting ways were coming forth so naturally. "You can call me Armenia though, or Queen Menia will work as well" olive hued eyes stared into his mix-matched as she fell lost within them. So seductive she felt, though how good she was at it was still yet to be determined. "Am I really that special, or have you treated all your visitors like this?" she questioned, falling silent as she waited his words. Olive hues continueing to stare into his the whole while.

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In regards to Armenia's comments about him having a fitting name for being so handsome, he let her know his appreciation for such a thing by clipping his teeth lovingly around the area of her ears and down the sensitive sweep of her bi-toned neck, each movement of his jaw precise and designed to generate a humming ecstasy across her skin. He ceased suddenly however when she mentioned he could call he Queen Menia and the flurry of his gaze met intensely with hers. For a moment he never shifted or twitched a muscle, then he let the flick of his tongue graze her charcoal button. His pinnacle would soon give way as he fell quite gracefully to the floor's hard edge, letting gravity do most of the work, and rolled onto his back, curling his forelimbs inward and looking at her adoringly. If she was his queen then he was most certainly her loyal subject. "Queen Menia," he purred, "Equally as fitting."

This time the seeking preen of his teeth where to find themselves shifting through the feather of her chest betwixt her stable forelegs, which where both teased in turn right down to their chaste ankles. Further suspicions of sorts would interrupt the flawlessness of his intense actions and he shifted to look up at her, smiling with a soft reassurance that would hopefully soothe any nerves about his affection for her. "I would," he would croon back at her, "if they were all as gorgeous as you."

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She seemed full of smiles today, for yet another mass amount of lifting curves were added to her features as Hawkspur spoke, adding in the fact that she was deserving of the title to queen, as she did nothing to object. She always wanted to be considered a queen, what better way to start then now? "Why thank you she blushed, moving in closer toward Hawkspur only to land a lick to his cheek. "You are a very friendly wolf..." it didn't help that the female was down and depressed, but to have another male in the same area, along side her and spoiling her the way she wished Taka would, didn't help at all.

Olive greens stared into his mix-matched pools, searching deep into them, wondering if she'd find a sign of a lie within his soul, but luckily she didn't, to which she kept up her flirting ritual. Later she turned her body in a manner that allowed her tail free access to his chin "Spurrie. Mind if I call you that?" she questioned, turning her head only to stare into his eyes once more, as her tail continued to tickle his chin hairs.

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In response to calling her a queen the supple lines of her lips curled upward more generously, flashing the whites of her teeth in a gorgeous smile. It must have been an infectious one since without realising he too sported a similar grin and his tail was making eager sweeps back and fourth as if to punctuate the attitude of his facial features. He'd come to realise in an instant that there was something different about Armenia, something which kept drawing him in time and time again without ever really knowing what it was. In fact, as he lay there with his back pressed against the ground and his eyes upturned onto her pallid chin, he caught himself thinking that he could just watch her all day…

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he widened his eyes in temporary shock and shifted himself, shaking that thought away and resumed concentrating on what she was going to do next. Supporting his new position by resting on his elbows, he suddenly became aware of the hairs of his cheek being pressed out of alignment and warmly slicked to his cheek. He was a little shocked to say the least because he hadn't expected it and now, she was looking deep into his intense blue and molten gold eyes, the twinkle of his reflection reflected at him.

He could even feel the sensuous tickle of her tail beneath his exposed chin. "You can call me anything you want, sweetheart." Hawk purred back at her, extending his muzzle forward so he could gentle nibble up its lengths carefully. "So, where do I come looking for you when all alone at night?"

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The day felt endless, as though the events wouldn't be ending too soon, and she enjoyed the thought. The longer she spent on Hon'nehe lands with Hawkspur, whom she'd later enjoy calling Spurrie, the farther away her mind swept and without knowing it, she had forgotten all about home, the others, and whom ever was in the area. All that mattered was Spurrie, and as she stared into his lovely eyes, transfixed on their deep beauty and sincerity, an innocent yet flirtacious chuckle flowed from her mouth.

"Well then Spurrie it is" she spoke, ears pressing against her skull as she did so. Though she hadn't caught the shocked expression from her given affection, she was sure the male would find it quite odd she was being so friendly, though she couldn't help it. She was heartbroken, she was insecure, and she was lonely. Hawkspur seemed to be the only medicine.

When he questioned her of her home she merely commented "Come by Mount Shadow. The second heightest peak on the valley, you can't miss it" and she fell silent. Pondering just what he had in mind...

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"Come by Mount Shadow. The second heightest peak on the valley, you can't miss it." Indeed, he hadn't missed it. Stalking about the Salvaje valley, like he owned it of course, he'd observed many a time the mountains scarring an otherwise flat horizon and was fairly confident he knew which mountain his beautiful princess resided. Even if he hadn't known exactly where it was, Hawk would've probably gone over hell and high water to get to it, if it meant getting to see Armenia again. Rocking up to the height of his stocky warrior frame, the autumnal boy brushed himself up against her side again, revelling in the contact shared between them and how she didn't feel the need to pull away from him – or didn't express it if she did.

He gently ran his teeth through the plush of her cheek, taking his time to be affectionate and gentle, all the while rattling a canine base-purr in the rear of his throat. A lick from his tongue in a soft kiss would punctuate his actions before he bumped gently against her own with the side of his muzzle in a nuzzle, before gruffly adding, "Well, then my Queen," Oh, how she was, "I shall have to drop by and do my part to make it an official date."

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A tingle in her body sent chills through her spine as she turned her narrow maw toward Hawkspur, nuzzling her in the same manner that he did her as she laid. Getting the full pleasure of what one of the handsome Ho'nehe wolves were about.

The funny thing about this encounter was, perhaps the reason Armenia felt so unsure about her actions. A small part of her felt she was making the right choice, and that what she was feeling now was right, nothing could possibly go wrong, and as far as she knew, it could all be a crush, but another half of her knew things just couldn't work out. Spurrie lived here, where no other pack wolf was welcome, while she lived in Mount Shadow, one of the famous valley packs on the land. Deep down, she was at a loss for what to do. Humming to herself, a twinkle in her eye, she smiled lovingly toward Hawkspur, hinding the concern on her facade as she listened to him speak. Queen, now isn't he sweet? she thought, mouth opening as she spoke "I sure hope you do. I'd love to show you around" another twinkle in her eye and she fell silent, another moment of nuzzling issued as she felt comforted. A Tribal wolf, wouldn't mother be proud?

It felt so good to be in paradise, so much the young female lost complete concentration on what was going on, and how fast the skies changed. A quick spray of darkness covered the lands as Armenia basked herself in Hawkspurs compliments and affection, as most know good things must always flee. Sighing deeply, a star catching the dark pupils in her eyes; sending her olives to glow, she lifted onto her paws and shook. It was no use overstaying her welcome. "I'm sorry Spurrie, but it's getting late. Hopefully I'll see you again?" she questioned, a side smirk on her maw as she lowered one last to nuzzle him affectionally. "And I'm taking you up on that date you offered. Remeber, the second highest peak, you can't miss it" she whispered, before turning on her toes and walking home. A lonely trek it would be.

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