BladeRunner

Austin fell silent for a good minute, more or less assessing the situation. The words he took in were heavy though these two pups made them seem so nonchalant. This also supported the fact that the idea of the pack stepping back to the inner territories instead of being widespread. And under most circumstances he would stand against the thought completely however they were against a powerful enemy vs. lesser numbers. And the fact that the vampires concocted some explosive, a trick device no less, it made for a new problem. Under normal circumstances Austin would have an Omega, or a stray, take several trials but right now they needed numbers. He trusted Rava... Somewhat, and he wasn't sure if allowing some stranger into their home was the best idea. However, again, they needed numbers but he first needed to see what this stray pup was capable of, that was fir tomorrow. With a hefty breath, Austin says taking the matter seriously, "Find him a room, we have plenty of spares. Tell the others that are still awake to keep to the inner territories, I don't want anyone going out tonight. As for you, pup," Austin looked to the newcomer, "Tomorrow we will see what you have for us. Rava, if he causes any problems it will fall on both of you, I will be gone for some time." Without as much a welcome than anything, Austin pulled a hat and a heavy trench coat from one of the entrances rack and threw them on, slamming the door behind him. His only thoughts were the dark woods, and his thoughts lingered on a particular elder vampire. Miana.

I'm sorry I did not mean to quote you at all, I'm not entirely sure how to unquote someone. Also, speaking about orgies I don't mind something like that as long as some dude's not grinding against Austin... That's asking for death. Also, can we clarify certain areas being for the wolf pack/vampires? I'm to assume the dark forest being vamp territory yeah?

Austin's heard Rava's words and seen the newcomer bow in respect. As he continued to scan the lesser wolf he took in all he could, coming up to that this one was still quite young and unafraid. Much like many of their kind before, always the smaller and younger whelps to lurch at any given battle should they feel the need, eagerness, naivety, carelessness. However his eyes didn't linger on the fearless Omega, for they made their way to Rava as she explained some new tool the vampires had. And this almost stopped his heart. 'Were the undead already trespassing the inner territories?' Thought Austin as he gritted his teeth. The Alpha's left fist was clenched and the sounded a cracking bone could be heard quite audibly, marking his mood just further soured, and from him there slowly spewed a sense of danger to the pair; almost an impending doom. Austin finally spoke, "You will describe the weapon, and you will tell me where exactly you were."

Have you ever thought about going all Native American with it? Having actual spirit guides, tree/animal spirits, familiars, and all that? I see the pack being more down that road than anything.

@Lady_Xien @Icarian Dreams I'm well aware of what either character/role are capable of. However when it comes to "guidance" on a personal level I think going to a Gamma would be better. It's in the fact that Austin never really cared for religion nor therapy but now he's just like, "Fuck it." ALSO, in regards to the foyer scene: BIG DICK ENERGY GO!!!

It had already been an interesting night, with what the... Tender moment that was unexpected with Daliah. Austin had walked through the home without as much a glance toward anyone passing through. His thoughts were clouded, in one way he wished he could have remained with the Beta however he tore from her soft caress as painful memories flooded back, his decisions were questionable to someone who was extremely close observant. Then his thoughts were cut off by two nearby scents. Rava was a unique one, while her scent was odd in itself to him it reminded the Alpha of wildflowers, however there was another scent. Musky, meaning recent arousal almost drew a sneer of distaste, but the scent was new as well which meant that Rava picked someone up or someone was trespassing. Steeling himself from the self defeat moments ago, Austin had somehow missed Rava of she was nearby, and looked straight to the new male, an Omega, and stared to guage the individual. Approaching slowly, his bootsteps were heavy, and the Alpha's size seemed to almost grow as he drew near the pair. He was monstrous, his muscles and body were barely contained beneath the clothes that held the man, and his gaze was enough to cause those with great courage to even back down. Naturally, this was Auvunux, even of he weren't a werewolf he was still an Alpha at heart, and his appearance combined with the scars helped that assumption. In his naturally deep tone, the Alpha finally spoke calmly when he was but two feet away, easily towering over either individual, "Rava, who have you brought to our home?"

I'll leave something for the Gamma. Once I'm done with the exchange with Rava/Darion I'll ping you. Hopefully it won't take long.

When it comes down to it, it opens the door for the character to actually start being open toward Daliah... In some sense. It was necessary.

That is more than perfect. Honestly it would be wise if he had a little backup even if it's simply moral support.

Before he exited, Austin stopped just at the exit. He awaited for the woman to speak, for Daliah to say anything. His teeth gritted at such an inopportune time when she spoke, not out of anger toward her but at himself more so. He wasn't blind, yet his decision-making wasn't the best as if recent perhaps offering more lax than opposed to the... It wasn't anything strong nor anything to rule, merely he was failing at his job to run a pack properly. When Austin took over he gave much inspiration, though lost, his more aggressive nature took a backstep and though he was excitable at nearly all moments he actually had to think for a change. And now, given years of decadence, he was the former man he used to be, less attuned with his bestial side and seeming more of a pitiful Human. Austin was not who he used to be, so what was wrong? With a sigh a good minute after Daliah lectured him out of anger, disappointment and disbelief, that same sigh seemed more like... Relief? "No," Austin starts softly, trying to find the correct words but instead spoke what he felt instead of what he thought for the first time in what seemed like ages, "Rest, take a break, come tomorrow morning when all are awake I will notify them myself. Then... I will... see that Gamma the old man was always urging me to. I'm..." Austin's right foot was already out the door, and he finally said, "I am not who I used to be. And I could... Maybe... Use- Need help in reconnecting myself to the pack. I'm... Sorry." Either something was wrong which was quiet evident or Austin actually opened up, just by a little. He finally walked out of the library, however he felt nothing more than defeat and exhaustion on an emotional level. The Alpha especially apologized, an extremely rare occurrence that few got to witness, and the honest admission he gave to Daliah was unexpected as well. He was too proud an individual to admit defeat or even aid, he always did everything himself, but he delved too far back into the weeds and became trapped in the mud. But when Austin meant something like an apology and what he had said to Daliah, it didn't matter if the damage was done, he still says it.

I'll be on later at some point to do stuff. Now for the main two kingdoms of Giana, the North one for the Elves, Humans and Dragons // So I was thinking that the North city could be a mix of SteamPunk, thanks to humans and Dwarfs and Plus something added because of the Elves and Dragons, but I’m not sure what. If you're gunning for a Steampunk vibe with this with the Dwarves, my suggestion is having Dragons be a subrace (if they're playable) as Draconians ie. Dragon Lance, have the kingdom(s) divided in sections- and yes, while Elves, Humans, Dwarves and "Dragons" are allied have them with their own territories; this would allow for autonomy amongst the groups, and even then, at the same time you could have them rely on one another for resources, troops, etc. etc. That said, I think political influences could be a thing: Dwarves are naturally greedy (maybe not in this world) and have unwavering pride which conflicts against the Dragon's dominant and superior nature. I think maybe civil to nation wars between Humans and Elves make for a shaky alliance, but setting aside most differences after an elongated stalemate would allow them to work hand in hand. Not saying these have to be options, but I'm just throwing these out there. As far as designs for races go of settlements, have them have a unique style, Dwarves and Humans have more Steampunk styles of buildings: the former is more heavy on machinery whilst the latter is more dependant on natural shiz (stonework, masonry, etc.). Elves could utilize unique metal-infused stone for their structures, as well as rare-metals (say Titanite, Moonstone, bismuth-type material) for general equipment and overall work. I honestly think dragons would generally use stoneworks for buildings and whatever else, maybe even work with Dwarves (if they absolutely have to) for mining operations. Also, I think Goblins and Hobgoblins should be part of the Southern regions sharing with the Vampire, Orc, and whatever else. Generally you could have a variety of nomadic tribes of Hobgoblins, more or less traversing the Great Swamps of [insert name] and keep to themselves, I can see them just being seekers of magic. While the Goblins are more like rats but Dwarves, they inhabit the underground's, can make up a bolster of various armies, and inhabit most the land whilst being widespread and easy to work with (due to their greed).

Once I'm finished with a certain Beta I can throw my titan at ya

Great! More rebels! Now, should I have Auvunux break them in or just leave 'em be?

The hell she gonna do to him? Straddle the poor guy? Finally take his balls?

"Hmph! That old bat?" Austin said the statement like he were insulting him, but that was his he spoke of the Old Man, and even around the other pack member's everyone tread carefully as larger and the scrawny men bantered back and forth. He said the statement as if the original Alpha were still there next to the two, trying to get a rise out of him, and in some sense he was. He let loose a held breath and stated, "There... Would have been a few who listened, I doubt they would but it's wishful thinking. Still to this day I can't figure out how he'd beat me in matches all the time- I was stronger, faster, more durable yet he had it all figured out, how to handle me in just a few hits... Everything seemed like a game to him, maybe inside he did worry and stress, but you could tell he wanted us to..." Austin begun feeling the fingers slighter up his sleeve. He still stared into the fire, but tried not to get distracted by the woman, "He would have wanted us to view the world as he did. That old man helped me after my family... I think that even if he were handling this particular situation, it would have been just another day for him. I never really got to thank him." “And yet some paths you can only walk once... and some wounds... they run just too deep to heal." The Alpha looked downward at that last sentence, his earthy spheres directly into the cool eyes of the Beta. He could feel her soft hand caress and finish it's course, but it still lingered, and this would bring back a sense of longing. He almost opened his mouth to speak but his lips didn't part. For what were just mere seconds felt like an eternity, and finally Austin made his move. He closed his eyes and adverted the direction of his gaze, pulling away from the woman as he started for the door. No, not yet, not now. He stopped about mid way and said, "Relay the message. I need a walk." A "walk" was something that resembled being alone. However his version of it varied, extremely unpredictable acts, and he knew it was going to be something that would indefinitely piss Daliah off. Oh well. His path was something that the old man would have done, maybe have openly been scornful of, but regardless he would have done the same. Austin was leaving to investigate the scene of the ambushes later, and he pondered on whether he needed to bring an Warrior or two with him.

"I know they will not appreciate the decision. I remember when Warriors and Berserkers cane home with the fangs and skulls of their enemies, their scars carved of magic and claws and silver as testament of their victories and hunt." Auvunux was reminiscing at this point, the glory days of the hunts and when they had a chokehold on the vampires, there was no even fight there, but when their leader was killed and a new one arose things quickly changed. Auvunux had strode from the window to behind Daliah, silent as cool wind, looking into the flames as they licked the spasmed upward. He knew they were in a dire situation, "This may not be the best course of action, I don't know what is, but it will suffice. Appreciative or not, they will fall in line, I will not see the pack hindered by lesser numbers than what we have now. Sometimes to take a leap, you must take a step back. And sometimes when the predator is wounded it must rest and heal, otherwise it becomes prey." The words of the Alpha were true, and his statement of falling in line were his way setting things in stone. The turn of events were dangerous, and they were entering a waiting game. However one had to wonder how long the tides would turn? They'll trail behind and allow the enemy confidence, but when the time comes there will be no mercy for the weak, no mercy for the wicked, and the pack will take back what is rightfully theirs. There was something that Auvunux, or Austin, still had for Daliah in sentimental value. His hand slowly raised to her shoulder height until his palm slid to calmly grasp the woman's shoulder, not in any form of aggression or disappointment, but rather something missing since their fall from grace. There was tenderness in his grasp, however temporary that was, the tired man was not one to reveal any true feelings. Whether she moved to remove his hand was not of the Alpha's concern, instead it was a moment to take in, a moment that, as Auvunux stated, "Sometimes to take a leap, you must take a step back."

I just noticed that VinuriWulf got banned, tf he do to get that? Also, I think overtime someone breaking Auvunux out of his shell and forming him to actually be open (with limits) is something reasonable, not a two post thing I'd be willing to do. He's too proud to admit anything and he's not one to show much mercy or weakness, however that can change... I think. Depends on exactly who's doing the shell breaking

Daliah: Did... Did you almost compliment me? Auvunux: Don't flatter yourself I kinda like the interaction between the two, because you have a pair of individuals who: 1. They don't necessarily like each other to a degree, however Auvunux doesn't necessarily open himself up to anyone due to paranoia which makes things more estranged, and 2. I like to think of Daliah and Auvunux as two sides of the same coin, at least, that's the perspective.

There was a long held silence in the room after Daliah spoke. This meant numerous things, the wrath of the patient man, the blinding of a fool, the million miles worth of thought's, and the very latter was where Austin was at. The only audible thing in the room were the cackling of fire. He stared out the window still but had enough light from the fire to cast the pale reflection of the woman into the lower corner. He admired her separate from things he loathed about her, though it wasn't fair on his end that he didn't mate, converse like friends, or let alone allow anyone to touch him with gentle grace, Daliah's actions years ago when she didn't receive the passage of Alpha had always been set in his mind, and the undermining and mockery she held since then... Well, the former of those two were dealt with one way or another, so that one wasn't an issue. He had called her a snake at one point and throughout the pack it simply stuck, an argument no one else should have been around for however he wouldn't have said it if weren't truth. But in the back of the Alpha's mind held the variety of answers, and in some sense he could feel the mockery held away in Daliah's tone, a wise choice on her end for it wouldn't have bode well. He wouldn't lay his hands on her, that isn't was Austin was about. His gaze seemed sharp, he bit the inside of his cheek that, for once, the woman was correct and it was the wisest decision. It was more him trying to strike back at something that happened almost ages ago involving the vampires when he was newly turned as wolf-kin, when he first came into the pack he already had a family. It was a sour taste that no one held over him, that very few people knew, but those who knew the Alpha well also knew the story of how he slew several scores of the undead in one night, on his own, from a tragedy that had struck in territorial disputes. Since then, the vampires had feared the Windcaller for a variety of reasons but that was nearly twenty years ago, and much could change such as him becoming more brash yet so passive in the coming days. Austin didn't believe in peace, yet, he's allowed for it, and it made him... Soft, something he would never admit. Carefully, Austin chose his words the best he could and said in a surprising turn of events, "Perhaps... Then... You are correct." It was a miracle, normally he was stubborn, headstrong, but this was a new development even for him. The Alpha still had many years to live and yet it seemed so short, his heart was always in the battle, the passion he held for bloodlust and worthy foes, yet he wasn't a Newblood nor a Warrior, he was an Alpha, meant to show his strength but wisdom, his passion but allow for the sour word peace. But the words he had said slowly were cautious, a ghost of what the Alpha normally states. Perhaps he was coming around finally? But no one should settle on that, and he was not one for letting the last go, nor were he forgiving. "Perhaps our territories have grown too large, perhaps I... Since the last great battles years our numbers have been... Dwindling. It seems change is inevitable, a fate we cannot control. How long has it been since we have seen the clan Midnight at full strength? Breeding won't be enough," This ended with a heavy sigh not of relaxation, but Austin continued, "We cannot risk ourselves, I want to launch a counteroffensive, but without the packs' strength it cannot be reinforced like it could have been many years ago, and I feel that even looking over the scouts won't be enough... Very well... We will send word to retract our trajectory, pull back and scout the innermost territories, we'll reclaim the outer woods when we can. This makes me uneasy, Daliah, it shows weakness but if there is nothing else we can do without losing more to an enemy of unknown strength and numbers, then it is the only choice. Let us hope this will not backfire." Much of the Alpha's words were uneasy altogether, almost as if one thing that could go wrong and he would do as he said before. In truth, he was unafraid of the vampires, being outnumbered, like a time before it actually thrilled the large man. But this time he had others to think about, lesser numbers to be concerned about, and most importantly himself to preserve. If the Windcaller was downed it would give those spade tongued bastards all the more sense of courage to wipe out the pack or advance to gain more ground. No, he needed patience, but he also felt that patience was wearing thin.

Imo I think either side should start with dwindling numbers, while I see the pack having the vampires outnumbered at least 2 to 1 for the time being, I do agree with wolves and vamps growing in numbers as time goes on.

The library was a place of knowledge, a sanction of fantasy and facts, a quiet area of the Midnight Mansion that many go to read. And that was what it was there for, for Austin in his mind. His mind lingered as he could smell the faint incense enter the room signifying someone else entering. By now he's kept track of who was coming and going by smell and sound, but by no means did he perfect unlike his beastial form. He heard the words and immediately recognized the Beta Daliah, much to his surprise that is. As she took her sweet time Austin merely continued to look over the books until their end of the shelf to him to the large window, away from the fire but still feeling the warmth of the room. He stared out directly at the sun and exhaled through his nostrils, feeling that tinge of disappointment in his heart. "Alpha-" Daliah started. "Out with it, woman." Austin interjects, feeling the words like poison coming from the Beta's tone. Oh yes, he knew fairly well of her distaste of his rank and further of himself... Well he thought, of himself at least. However his words didn't greet Daliah with anguish or threat, instead it was low and deep, but a softness was carried about it that was ominously quiet. It was almost as if he knew what she was going to say. And unfortunately it was true, more wolves lost to vampires. These words drew in a sharp inhale, and immediately his right fist clench causing thick bone to crack and pop. He waited for any other action, Auvunux had awaited to see what game this had become but with the disappearance of now three scouts it was turning into something else. Then the next words plucked him, harmlessly, but enough to grab his attention, "I know something is coming, I have felt it days before. These spaded tongues... I should have taken care of this myself when the problem arose the first time. If I'm being honest I didn't want to blunder into some trap or ambush, but now it is clear these cowards wish to pluck us one by one. We will launch counteroffensive, we will have small and nimble groups, mask our scents even. However this is beginning to sound more like they're advancing to expand territory, my only thought is violence and example, what of you?"

The library was a place of knowledge, a sanction of fantasy and facts, a quiet area of the Midnight Mansion that many go to read. An unexpected visitor was sitting in the room keeping to himself, reading one of the many chronicles of fantasy. Massive in height and muscle, the large beast in question was none other than Auvunux Stormcaller, a leader of the house and of his people. It wasn't difficult to understand why he was leader to begin with, with what his intimidating appearance more of a stone creature, unmoving lest to turn a page, his visage held that of calm and quiet. For now that was. Carefully turning the page to a fantasy book he was reading, Auvunux, or "Austin" for simplicities sake, sighed as he begun dozing off. The only thing that woke him immediately was the loud crackle of the massive flames built up in the fireplace, causing him to inhale and straighten up from his comfortable position on the couch. Clapping the book closed, he moved to put the chronicle back in it's rightful place and begun looking for another one. It was merely a sense of browsing and not curiosity, Austin has read these things over and over ever since he took the place as Alpha some years ago. His mind was blank seemingly from just staring around for nothing at all, just a few thoughts of the lack itself. While it wouldn't be challenged any time soon or even at all, Austin was very loose on his rules and guidelines for the Midnight Pack, he was strict on the important things. One of those things being hunters. Being out in the wilderness like this and miles from the nearest town, they usually see hunters here and there going for small and big game. Recently two hunters, a father and son, were out trying for elk which were popular in the area, and as such Austin respected them from a distance but dared not interact. Much like the pack they were simply enjoying themselves and spending time with each other and since they were after werewolves in particular they would be left alone but observed. He wasn't sure if they were there, but he welcomed other predators on the prowl for prey. With another sigh, Austin had moved all around the room at a tortoise pace, carefully putting mismatched books into their correct spots. When one looked at the man he wore a black t-shirt, jeans that complimented them with boots, all tailor made to fit his body, and even unlike some pack member's he always used his other half sparingly, they had the luxury of finding clothes that fit them. While Austin was used to and even in control of the beast inside he didn't use it often, he didn't have to, with what having bows and arrows, and rifles and shotguns to hunt with. But there were times when another member wanted to play or wrestle that he transformed ever now and again. Or it was a good night of hunting.

I'm chill with that, I'll get started on it when I get home.

I fixed those two things. If there is anything I need to add/retract then I am more than willing. Also, if I am approved to go on with an accepted character .. I'm not certain where to start at all tbh

I am aware. It's more for appearance than it is actual armor or anything, so you'll see him in regular clothes and whatnot.