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The Wolfies: Alaina
Including: N/A
Inspiration: La Suerte de los Tontos--Blue devils [A song my marching band is playing! <3]
Blue Shades [-points upwards-]
Post Length: 659
Notes: Gah, I'm really not used to playing such a whore of a wolf, so if I'm doing a horrible job, like I feel like I'm doing, I apologize. :]


I wasn't sure if I was allowed to leave the territory without specific permission, and the thought almost made me turn around and go back, but then I snorted. Me? Following the rules? Hell no. Besides, there was nothing happening on the territory just yet. What was more, it was all females with the exception of one, and that was the Alpha. I may not mind going after guys that were taken, but I wasn't stupid. He belonged to Xyria, and I knew Xyria didn't play. That left me to wonder off, to see what I could find out here....

And that was exactly what I was doing. Heading north, into the unclaimed territory that was open to anyone. I padded lazily through the trees, my bright blue eyes looking curiously around. There was much more shade here than in the desert, and for obvious reasons. This place was like my homeland--not that I missed it, of course. I liked my new life better.

I was alone for the moment, and that put me in a disgruntled mood, but just then my nose caught a scent. I paused in my long strides, one paw lifted in the air as my nose twitched. Was that....A grin curled at my mouth, and I started forward again, a purpose in my strides. I had scented a male.

I'd been called many names in my past, most having to deal with my demeanor around the opposite sex. Yes, I was often called a whore, slut, et cetera. In my mind, they were just jealous. Most wolves didn't have exceptional beauty--it only came to a few. Maybe I was just lucky, maybe it was just good genes. Whatever it was, I knew that there was one fact--I knew how to use it to my advantage.

Then the trees broke away, revealing a grassy field and color green nearly everywhere you looked. With the exception of the sky, of course. And there, in the center of the field lay a smoky gray and black male. A purr-like sound rumbled in my throat, my eyes looking approvingly over the parts of his build that I could see. I hadn't encountered a male in a while, and what was best, it wasn't mating season. I wouldn't have any whelps to come out of what may come, if he responded like most other males did. Yes, mating season and the 'rules' of when you could mate or not didn't apply to me. When I was in the mood, I was in the mood, and that was all there was to it.

I drew my head up, my shoulders back, and I walked into the clearing. I, of course, swayed my hips as I walked. It was usually how I walked anyway, but this time I made sure that it was noticeable to him as I approached. "Why hello hello there," I purred, looking fondly over the stranger. I slowed my long strides as I got closer, and I left a few yards between us. I never approached a male at once, but waited so they could have a good look. "And who are you, handsome stranger?" I was always confident in myself, and it showed on my face. My expression even contained the usual arrogant edge to it.

I lowered my rump so that I was sitting, my movements slow and nearly careless. I didn't move slow because I was tired--I moved slow because I always moved to emphasize, to impress, to do whatever I could to get the attention. I'd been raised that way, and, if it wasn't yet obvious, I defiantly wasn't the modest type. Then I lowered my front half so that I was laying down, and I crossed my long legs. It wasn't something most wolves did, and it seemed to have become my signature move. I let a gentle sigh come from my lips, and I watched the male for his reaction.