Private Tales A Wild Moon Indeed

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Brielle turned down a path that the pack knew to be a dead end. The wolves up top circled the area to prevent her climbing to escape while Markus and his group closed in from behind.

They found her, turned and ready to fight... Or die.
Markus mused that she must already be gaining some awareness, she wasn't cowering as she had before, so he would need to remind her of her place.

He approached her on all fours, head held high as he stared her down once again.
But, since that tactic apparently wasn't enough to leave a lasting impression, he wouldn't stop with her backing down, he will make her submit to his authority and answer to his call.

He walked towards her, a low rumble reverberated from his throat as he approached, a low warning not to do anything stupid.
 
Markus approached her and she found herself returning the growl. She was not going with him. She wouldn’t do it.

She understood that the deep rumble was a warning but she was idiot with a death wish. Brielle launched herself forward, straight at Markus. She didn’t care what he did to her at this point.

She would take down as many with her as she could.
 
Markus approached her and she found herself returning the growl. She was not going with him. She wouldn’t do it.

She understood that the deep rumble was a warning but she was an idiot with a death wish. Brielle launched herself forward, straight at Markus. She didn’t care what he did to her at this point.

She would take down as many with her as she could.
He snarled as she lunged, immediately rising up on his hind legs to make use of his claws.
He caught her on either side of her head a bulldogged her to the ground, putting her head on the floor.
He pinned her to her side and stepped on her free arm with one foot to pin her further.

Her throat was exposed to him.

He bit savagely into her throat and tore it, drawing blood. He knew she'd heal from it soon enough but he needed to put her in her place and make her realize that death wasn't pleasant release even if it was on the table.
 
Brielle did not take any of them out with her.

She tried to snap at Markus as he grabbed her but she failed miserably. She was trapped on the ground by him and although she struggled, it was useless.

She cried out the most horrifying sound as Markus bit into her neck and she felt flesh and muscle rip under the sharpness of his teeth. She screamed and screamed as the pain lanced through her and she could do nothing to stop it. She sounded and looked like a wounded, dying dog.
 
He held her down, watching her throat slowly knit itself back together while she howled in pain.
Blood dripped from his mouth and disappeared in his already red fur.

Once her wound was closed he would release her, but still towered over her with his lips curled in a snarl as blood still dripped from his mouth.
This was the way of the wild, the only reason she was still alive was because there were still humans behind those wolfish eyes that watched her every move, and wherever mankind became involved nature took a back seat.

He barked at her authoritatively. A demand, to submit or be beaten to submission.
 
Brielle finally stopped howling after the wound closed and she just glared at Markus from her side. What could she do? Absolutely nothing. It was clear that he wasn't going to kill her and that just pissed her off more.

His bark told her that she had no choice in her life. She was his and she needed to accept that. The brown wolf snarled at Markus again but it was half-hearted this time. She was tired, frustrated, pissed off, and hungry.

Brielle turned her head away from Markus and stopped struggling. That was the best he was going to receive.
 
Markus snorted and licked his lips, he'd take what he could get.

The pack turned and headed back the way they came, and it was clearly expected that she should follow.
 
Brielle fought the urge to try and run again. There was no point. She was nothing now. The pack's newest bitch. Her life and wishes didn't matter anymore.

She slowly got up and started to follow the pack.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

As slow as she could possibly walk.
 
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The return to camp was slow as a result of her pace, but the pack didn't seem overly bothered by it. They kept a sharp eye on her as they weaved through the maze once more and returned to the clearing and the camp around the bubbling spring.

Some of the wolves transformed back and joined the others in going to their tents and turning in for the night, others remained in their wolf forms and went back out into the maze. Markus led her to a larger tent and stood by the entrance, clearly indicating that she should enter. His body language did not give leeway for argument.

Once she complied with his command, he would follow her inside.

Inside the tent was well furnished, obviously set up as a permanent residence and closer to a yurt than a tent. The walls were hung with animal furs, some various crude pieces of furniture decorated the space, and a large pile of furs, blankets and pillows dominated the far side of the tent.
He walked on all fours, but especially in here do to both of their larger sizes, and approached her, guiding her with his body till she was standing atop the unceremoniously piled blankets and cushions.
He huffed in a slightly more approving tone and sat down in the middle of the tent before her, casually licking one massive paw.
 
They arrived back at camp and she watched the wolves disperse. She slowly followed Markus with several loud huffs to make sure he knew how upset she was. Brielle growled at him as she walked past him and entered the tent.

Her eyes took in the tent and she had to admit that it was quite nice and very comfortable. She did not appreciate getting corralled over to the pillows but she didn't growl this time. She watched him huff before he sat down and started to lick a paw.

Brielle sat down first then laid down a few moments later. She just glared at Markus. She didn't want to be in here with him and he knew it.