ORCA

The female wolf stalked, hew body low to the ground, her eyes, one blue and one brown trained on a large trash pile. Of course, Orca didn't know what is was, she just smelt food. A breeze came, making a peice of sliced turkey flutter up into the air.With a snarl, Orca ran up the tras hpile and jumped up onto her hind les. She caught it neatly in her strong jaw, and gobbled it down. Once more, she got into the stalking position, but had no luck. Orca growled in displeasure and twitched her ears. The black wolf suddenly saw movement out of th corner of her eye. Spinning around, she ran at amazing speed towards a oor man who started to run away. Big mistake. Orca legthened her stride, but the man ran into a house and slammed the door into her face-literally. Orca howled in pain as th door landed right smack into her sensitive nose. She then proceeded back to the dump, panting, her big pink tongue right out of her mouth. The wolf then sniffed cautiously around the trash piles.

Let's see if anyone can get close t o her without being eaten.

Vicious

A large and hefty brute, a male of Dire Wolf descent, stalked more silently and more deadly than any out there. Father of over 60 offspring and more than 200 descendants from himself alone, as well as being the most wanted wolf among the humans. This 200 pounds beast searched the human land for more prey. Humans and their pets.. these were his targets.

The male had retired from a life of raping females, to a life of killing. Although he hadn't had much luck since his last kill, he was still in search. And in his search he found this female, Orca. He had watched the entirety of it. Her smack into the door, although instead of laughing, he sighed. Moving out and efter her as she moved away. "New around here fea?" He asked, Bone shivering yellow eyes staring at her.. if eye contact were made, he would stare into the depth of her soul.

Aurinka

Aurinka had left the pups with Desmon and came to the dump in search of food. She was rummaging through a pile of garbage when she saw him. Vicious. Her father. She had never really gotten a chance to meet him personally, but she had heard so much about him.

She lifted her head and slowly walked closer. "Vicious?" She asked, a bit nervous, having not seen the big wolf in a long time. She was mourning over the death of Tahti. It made it worse that she didn't know her father very well.

ORCA

How dare he stroll right up to her and ask if she was new here! As Orca had been facing away from this male, she turned her head, with its eerie blue and brown eyes, around and pulled her lips back from her teeth. They were glistening white and were deadly to the core. I don't know about you, but I would't like to be in those jaws. " Why the hell woul I tell you? " She said, turning her body around so she faced him.Orca knew she was getting cocky, but she was irritated and didn't care what anyone else thought currently. Orca snarled again, this time at another wolf that came up behind this-this-thing that thought he was the king of the world and could come in a nose around in her private business. Of course, Orca was overreacting. That was her job. Orca sniffed the wolf that had just come up. She had a scent that was close to the first wolf's scent. Maybe they had some sort of relationship? " Who are you guys anyways? Not like I care or anything. " The black wolf sniffed the air as she waited for these wolves that had an almost the same scent to respond.

Vicious

Mighty brujo flexed his muscles as the female turned at him. Nape tucking tightly as bright ivories revealed from their covers. When she round upon him, she would see the grueling creature that was called "Vicious". The one eyed monster looked to her through a single golden orb. The other had been purged, if not from the scar that cross vertically over his lid, maybe the one that crossed horizontally. That one ended at his nose where white scar tissue contrasted brightly against his natural black sniffer. One of his ears were almost missing fully as was half of his tail. The bastard stood nearly three feet to his back with a broad thick head, short thick neck, and a round and muscled body. All sitting atop short sturdy legs. He was a museum of scars. Bites here, slices there, and if she knew what a gun shot wound was. She would see those as well.

He snarled back to her, drool oozing out of the sides of his mouth. Unlike most of the wolves here... His bite truly was worse than his bark, and his hollow growls were pretty bad. This fea didn't scare him. Not in the least bit. "It was a rather simple question, Puppet... And because I have lived here long.. both in the wild and on the streets... and your scent isn't from around here.... and to be honest... your technique rather sucks..." His golden eye narrowed a bit, letting his empty socket twitch as the veins continued to supply blood to the area that had been purged of its organ. "As well as your lack of respect toward me without knowing who I am." Harks twitched in the direction of Aurinka, his Coywolf daughter, as she came in. He gave a look in her direction with his blind side, ear obviously to her, but he did not bother to see her... In fact, he didn't much speak to her either.

When When Orca questioned, Vicious growled low and in a husky voice. "She is one of my Daughters.. Aurinka, if you know what's good for you.. you know the human lands is not safe for you to be alone. Where is the Lurkers.... are you still with them?" He hadn't been updated, in fact, he didn't even know that Tahti was dead... the crazy little coyote always peaked his interest.. psychotic little girl if he had to say...

Aurinka

Aurinka was honestly a bit uneasy. She knew that Vicious was, well, vicious. But never has she heard of him harming his own child.

Her throat tightened up. She couldn't speak. Though eventually, she took a deep breath and got the words out. "Yes...I-I know that, but..." She cut herself off and looked at the ground. Would her father be angry with her for deserting the Haunters? He didn't seem to be, so far. "The Lurkers hated me. My half-sister Tainted killed Hydras, so then the Lurkers let me stay with the Ancient Guardians. I have a mate and pups there." She paused again, trembling, tears falling to the ground. "My mother is dead. Kalaber's mate killed her. That makes another one that his pack has murdered." She laid on the ground, looking off in the distance, her tears staining her fur. "I miss her." If she wasn't such a weak little canine, she'd give Kalaber what's coming to him.

She took another deep breath, trying to calm herself, but it was no use. She was in tears. "I'm sorry I left the Haunters, Father."

Vicious

The emotionless beast stood still through his daughter’s words. What could move many others, made him sway only slightly. Sorrow was but a tiny word that he felt for the deceased mother. ”I’m sorry for your loss…” He spoke, his words hollow. Still, he never looked at his daughter, but instead of looking at Orca, he was looking into space. He fought beside the coyote once; she was an interesting little creature.

When she spoke of leaving the Haunters he gave a slight chuckle. ”You think all of my children are among them? I am not the one who chooses where my children are raised, nor were they live. Do not be guilted by your residence. As for Kalaber, you should know that I do not favor that side of the family. All the little spawn from Crucified is worthless and low.” He even was talking about Wither and Ynear. He hated his oldest son, and would never forgive Crucified for being such a ninny.

He gave another cynical laugh, ” As for the death of Hydras, I am surprised it wasn’t Risen who claimed the Lurker Queen’s last breath. I don’t know why the Lurkers would place blame on you, unless you didn’t help protect the Lurker Queen.” He finally turned to her, his burning globe shining brightly in the amusement of the update. He wasn’t one to have sides, and the only reason he had fought by his daughter was to oppose his son and protect the majority of his offspring. Be it true that not all of his children resided with the Haunters, most of his offspring tended to move and live with them. In fact, most of the generations that came from him lived there. Although hearing that he had more grandchildren outside of the Haunters was pleasing as well. Mentally, he wanted his children divided. For if Risen’s plan failed, he wanted survivors.

Throughout the talk, he said nothing on congratulating his daughter of her mate and pups. He liked the fact that she was reproducing and spreading the genes of the “Vicious Children”.

Aurinka

Aurinka raised her head. She was beginning to like her father more and more. "I've known so many who are ashamed to be your children. But Father, I have to say that I'm proud to be related to you." She managed to smile, her eyes lighting up with joy. "Yes, Kalaber is a lowlife. He's a hypocrite. He says he's changed, but I don't believe it. He hates your side and he hates my mother's side. I do believe he'll do anything to see them fall." She added, quite disgusted with the pack that murdered so many of her family.

She eventually turned her attention to Orca. "Hello. I'm Aurinka, daughter of Tahti and Vicious."

ORCA

Orca growled at Vicious, then rolled her eyes. All his comments...that her tactics sucked...that he hadn't smelled her around...that she had a lack up respecct...finally made a lopsided grin twitch for an instant on her face. Well, she could play this game. After all, it takes two to tango. Orca look upon these two, while their reunion apparently continued. FInally, after several minutes, the female summed it up by saying, Hello. I'm Aurinka, daughter of Tahti and Vicious. Ah. The male had already said Aurinka was his daughter, and seeing how Tahti seemed more like a girl's name, the male was Vicious. Okay. That was clear. " I s'ppose I have to tell you guys who I am now. Ok. If you really wanna know, I'm Orca. " Short and simple, the way she liked it. Orca decided to do her "bit of the tango." Once more, the lopsided, cocky grin crossed her face. " About the respect thing. See, anyone can say something like that. I could say that. And I don't even care what you did or anything. So there. " Orca's cocky grin turned into a smug one as she looked upon these two-Aurinka being the more agreeable with Vicious being the more fun to taunt.

Vicious

Muscles tensed as the female spoke again. Reacting as if a crow was wallowing in his ear. There was a soft snort before deep bellows muffled out of his jaws. " You'll do good to heed warning. I wouldn't believe you, you don't look like you've fought a day of your life. To say you need respect after slamming pathetically into a door is mighty egotistical of you, now isn't it?" There was no petty grin. His face was quite serious as she began to make the stabs back. His play wasn't pure play, his son, Tyrant, might find this quarrel fun, but the older Vicious found it less amusing.

Rummaging through the piles of stench and filth, an oil black, 180 pound wolf stumbled through. His deep crimson eyes kept low until he heard the familiar voice of his father, and his half sister, Aurinka. With his head popping up like a birds, he stared intently at his father and half sister.

Vicious, unaware of his second oldest son's appearance continued his warnings to Orca. "There are many here, newcomer, that you must look out for. Many of them are offspring of mine." He didn't mean Tyrant, although the brute could hold his own in battle, when he decided to fight.

Tyrant came up, his usual strut to his walk. Bloody red eyes scanning over the group as he came up beside Orca. Bowing to her as a gentleman would. "Hello my dear. Beautiful weather we're having, if you ignore the clouds." He pointed to his dad as the brutes words ceased from his lips. Vicious smiled, "I don't know if I would be the cloud Son." Tyrant chuckled deeply in his throat. "Of course not father. Good Day Aurinka." Not many of Vicious' children disliked Tyrant, but many of those outside of the family ring, he had a good name... One that others cursed just because of his blood.

Tyrantw as close enough to hear Aurinka's words about being the son of Vicious. "I am proud to be the son of Vicious, it is sad for those to deny their heritage. Especially when there are so many that have their blood that they like, and if not sired by Vicious, would not be related to so many in the valley... be that good or bad." He smiled, staying close to Orca. Cocky, arrogant, carefree. He looked down to her, his bloody red orbs shining brightly in coal caverns. The eye he looked at her with had a triangular scar from tear duct to the other end of his eye, spanning about an inch down. He had other scars, but definitely not as many as his father. "Orca..." He rolled the name around in his mouth a few times. "a beautiful name... after the killers of the sea no doubt... beautiful killers, but non-the-less.... My name is Tyrant.. proud son of Vicious and the beautiful, and yet deceased, Fallen.." His mother, killed by his sister... or more like... his sister's Reticulated python.

The 70 pound wolfess didn't even see it coming as she was dragged under and drowned. After that sight, Tyrant couldn't remember between that and when he woke up, lying in the pairie... a good few miles from the place where it happened. He was still sorrowful for her. Crying to the moon at night, but during the sunlight reign, Tyrant was his strong, powerful, and yet laid back persona. As he was now... following no rules.. no one had control over him.