Traitors, NOT ACCEPTING

[Msshardy]

((Lily's not mate hungry. XD once I get her history up, it'll be obvious. Did you see my question, Kermit?))

Brent stepped back a few steps, trying not to invade her space. "I-I understand, miss. I'll be leaving then, preferably to your alpha." he said, turning away and stepping around the den site to continue on his path. Dang, the camp was going to be difficult to find.

[Catastrophic]

(Oh yeah I did its fine, and to be honest shadow could be jealous of a rock at times she doesn't trust anyone until she has interrogated them like fifty times)
" she's busy" she lied " you should go see that brute over there he's called thunder" she said pointing to him, she was acting kind but she just wanted to split thunder and lily up or at least have another wolf go over there so they couldn't talk that much.

[Msshardy]

((haha, devious.))

Brent glanced at the brute, then at Shadow. Then he flipped his ears, faintly amused. "Jealous?" he asked in a low tone, so Thunder and the itty bitty white fae wouldn hear.



((Lily's official history;

Lily

•Personality•
Lily is timid, meek, and altogether omega material. But, she has never been an omega and never plans to be. She has a gift, a gift for hunting. She could easily take down any doe in the forest, and can take down a ten point buck with little to no help from others. Though talented, she is not a bragger and is as modest and humble as can be. she is not a fighter, does not have a violent bone in her body, but she will stand up for herself and will not let herself be pushed around. She knows what she believes in and will uphold those beliefs until her dying breath. Though she is aware of her gift, she isn't aware of her beauty. She is not the prettiest, but she is as graceful as a dancer. She is built petite and has a baby-like face. Her coat is snow white, with very pale blond around her eyes and on the very bottoms of her paws. Though she is as beautiful as a star, she doubts anyone thinks she is. She is unlovable, in her eyes. Her mother always said there will be a brute as pure as her that will love her till the ends of the earth. But Lily doesnt want a pure lover. She would much rather have a darker mate, one who understands the dangers and cruelties of the world, one who could protect her from them all. Altogether, she is the picture of innocence and purity.

•History•

||Prologue||
On a warm Autumn night, two wolves played among the ferns of the Everwhirl forest. A sleek blond fae leapt over a blooming berry bush, landing silently on a patch of late summer grass. Her mate, a large white brute, tore around the bush, tongue lolling. Not exactly the most attractive expression, but it would do. But the fae didn't run the way she would usually do. She stood rooted to the spot, even when her mate sniffed at her wearily. She nudged him then, and he saw in her eyes that she was ready.
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Lily was born when the winter frost was creeping through the forest. Her two litter mates, two brothers, didn't live to see the morning. The freezing temperatures of midnight quickly killed one, and the other was born stiff. The little fae, though, the smallest one, the runt, tucked herself into the little pocket of warmth between her mothers stomach and thigh. For the next few weeks, this warmth would become her sanctuary. 
When it was time to leave the den, there was a thin covering of snow outside their cramped little den. Unbroken, accept for the brute's paw prints from hunting trips. There wasn't much to see aside from the icicles. Oh, the icicles. When her father was hunting and her mother resting, they were the young pup's only company. Lily swore that sometimes, in the pitter patter of water drops, she could hear them talking. Stories of the first wolves, the ones who came before. Huge packs with droves of wolves, all roaming the valley. Lily loved these tales of woe and wonder, though, once she reached a more mature age, she assumed they had been made up through snippets of things she had heard.
Finally, as the spring sun broke across their clearing, it was time to hunt. Her father woke her one morning, sticking his wet nose into the crook of her neck. "It is time you learned the family trade." He said, nudging Lily up. Her mother walked her out, and Lily was confronted with a surprising sight. A group of pups, seven or so, stood with a parent in their clearing. Lily had had very little contact with these pups, due to the lead hunter's den being so far away. But these were fellow hunters, their parents had run alongside Lily's father for years. A few parents left, obviously having other business to take care of. But the big white brute stayed. He led the pups and remaining parents to a stream behind Lily's den, then across to an unkept wildly overgrown meadow. Even with her amateur hunting abilities, Lily could hear to scurrying of mice in the tall grasses. Her father wasted no time in teaching the pups to stalk, and the other parents helped a great amount. Finally, the time came to put the stalking skills to the test. They were all assigned to a patch of grass with particularly rowdy movement inside. They all began stalking, Lily's father giving tips and commentary the entire time. The pups were supposed to back up then, but Lily's mouth watered when she saw a ruddy brown field mouse grooming itself through the wild grass. Finally, feeling as sneaky as ever, Lily leapt through the bush, snapping the mouse in her jaws as she did. She felt the small life in her teeth, and she filled with pity for the animal. What kind of life was that, being someone's meal? But hunter instinct won out and, just as she'd seen her father do when he caught something in their clearing, she snapped her jaws shut, feeling the tiny neck break with the pressure. The life she had felt so sorry for was now gone. But her father wasted no time in praising her, and soon she was at the top of the class.
When classes ended, though, she wasn't so lucky. The five pups- two had chosen different paths- were thrust into the mainstream of the pack. The other pups did fine, but Lily wasn't so lucky. The hunting parties consisted of wolves Lily had had barely any contact with before. But the other pups had been pupsitted and taught by many of these hunters. It was hard to work together when you felt like an outsider. Lily focused on the hunt, nothing else. 
Lily spent most if her time in the wild meadow. One day, though, while she was sunbathing in the golden rays, she noticed something odd about her mother. She hurried about their clearing all day, sniffing here and there, and digging at the grass in other places. She thought it odd, but didn't question. All mothers were odd, after all. But late that night, when her father came back from hunting, he told her that she was going to be a big sister soon. 
The next day, Lily had caught a mouse and gone into the den, where she found her mother hard at work enlarging the rather cramped space. They worked together that day, all day. There was an entire other chamber in the back now, which would be where Lily's mother and the future pups would stay. 
The time between that day and the pups' birth sped drastically. Finally, the day came where Lily's mother retreated into the den and Lily and her father were left outside. Whimpers filled the air, little squeaks for milk. Lily's father ducked inside and came out with two bundles of fur and a grave look on his face. She sniffed at the bundles. A male and female, both born stiff. Her father dropped one for her to carry and she followed him to a particularly powerful river, where a waterfall dropped farther down the line. She watched the little bodies float away and a particularly sad chill overwhelmed her. She went back to the den. Two healthy boys and a smaller fae awaited her. Two weeks later, the fae died from fever. 
The brutes, Buck and Tobias, grew strong. Buck was a humongous blond brute, while Tobias was a leggy dark sand colored one. Both had amazing personalities, and Lily enjoyed every moment spent with them. 
When Lily turned two and the boys joined the hunting party, it split in two. One day, while with her father, brothers, and a couple of hunters, Lily split off to sip from a stream. While drinking, she felt the vibrations of ripples in the water that could only mean something else was drinking nearby. She lifted her head and caught sight of a positively huge ten point buck drinking a little ways down. Lily wanted to call the party, but any noises and he buck would be gone. No, she had to do this alone. She hunkered down low, creeping along the plant life beside the stream. Through the thick reeds, lily watched the buck. He was magnificent, and Lily was determined to bring him down. Taking down something this size, and all by herself, was something that would solve many of her problems. One of Lily's few friends, a pretty grey fae, had recently taken a mate. And so had the faes brother, and one of her brothers friends. It sent Lily's mother into a frenzy on how she'd never see any grandpups. If Lily could take down this buck, brutes would be lining up to be her mate. Lily took a deep breath and went on with the stalking, but it reminded her of something else. Her father hadn't been really affectionate toward her since her last kill, a rabbit six months ago. This buck would change everything. 
Lily mustered all the courage she had, knowing that rack could few well cost lily everything. But she pushed on and jumped up, snapping her powerful jaws at the bucks neck. but she'd misjudged the distance and didn't get it. The buck spun, bounding away. But Lily expected that. She leapt after him with newfound zeal. After ten minutes of chase, when Lily feared she would have to give up, the buck began to slow. Lily darted in and bit at the buck's hamstring. Down it went, after attempting a few awkward bounds. But it still struggled and, as Lily went in for a killing bite to the neck, an antler got her on the neck and shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Still, she moved in, finally killing the deer. Her exhaustion took over and she fell asleep behind the kill, her eyelids fluttering closed.
The hunting party found her alittle after that, and Lily felt as if her problems were solved, what with all the cheering and whoops of joy. She ignores most of it, though her fathers praise made her glow. Finally, she would be recognized. The alphas decided to have a feast in her honor. That night, Lily foolishly expected some proclamation of love from some brute, but none came. Instead, her brothers were getting faes to fawn all over them. Lily, with tears glistening in her eyes, went to her wild meadow and mulled in her own disappointment. She was undesirable, not tough enough, as Buck would say. She stayed that way for a week before she noticed those odds behaviors again, signaling she would be a sister again.
Three pups were born some time later. One born stiff. The other two, a male and female, looked like beautifully strong young pups. 
They were, until the next spring rolled around. There, playing by the waterfall, her little sister fell in. The whole family went to save her, but it was far too late. She went off the edge, never to be seen again.
  That summer, Buck got a mate.
  That autumn, Tobias got a mate. Buck had pups. 
  That next spring, when Lily was about three and a half, Damien, her youngest brother, got a mate. That summer, he had pups. In the fall, Tobias had pups and so did Buck for the second time.
 Lily left. Unable to take the fact that her little brothers were leading beautiful lives with their mates and pups while she was still living in the den with her aging parents, she left. One day, while she was sitting in her wild meadow again, nursing a mouse, the boys and their families paid a visit. All her nieces and nephews running around, all that her brother had and she couldn't... She tossed the mouse toward the den and ran into the forest.
  Lily doesn't know if her parents and brothers realize she had run away. She hasn't seen them since, not even almost a year later. She has been a loner since then, roaming the land of wolves, hoping for someone to roam it with her.

[ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ]

>> Lightning shrugged and nuzzled her. "I mean, I'll do it. But I want you to be in higher command and still be the Alpha." he suggested. "And I want you to know I like you for you, not your position." Lightning licked her cheek, wanting her to believe him because every word was true.

>> Thunder slowed so Lily could walk beside him. He didn't know why he was taking the fea to Doth, other than making Shadow made about the loners. "Where are you from?" he asked Lily, awkwardly making conversation, something he wasn't too good at.

{ Nice story for Lily, btw(: }

[Princess Finaqua]

Doth smiled a bit. "I can tell when a wolf is lying, Lightning. You know that. I can tell you're being honest, so don't worry." She licked his chops happily. "If that is what you want, Lightning, I can arrange it. Okay?" The pretty fae promised.

[ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ]

>> Lightning smiled. "Perfect," he said, wagging his tail happily. "Now, let's get inside. I don't want you getting sick from the rain."

[Princess Finaqua]

Doth smiled a bit. "I'll go and talk to your mother a bit more, try to get to know her. Are your wounds feeling alright?" The Alpha fae asked her mate with concern.

[ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ]

>> Lightning frowned but nodded in agreement. "A little sore, but nothing to worry about right now." he smiled. "Does she know it's me?" he asked gently, the question tugging at his mind for a while now.

[Princess Finaqua]

Doth licked his cheek. "I'm glad that it is healing. Does she know that you are my mate? I believe she suspects, but I'll announce it all tonight." She promised.

[ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ]

>> Lightning nodded. "Soon?" he asked, wanting to somewhat groom himself and make himself a little more presentable.