J.ekyll

They say that brother's are supposed to have brotherly love for one another. They're supposed to watch out for one another, back each other up when they need it. Well, I guess you haven't met my brother and I. Hyde is my brother. A black and white bastard with eyes the color of ice. He moves like a shadow, sitting back and watching all hell break loose. I admit, he could probably be a good guy. Could be. But he chooses not to. All through out the years growing up with him, (I admit, there have only been three), my mother babied him. She always came up with an excuse for him as to why he acted the way he did. I figure there is probably just a screw loose. My name is Jekyll. I know. Jekyll and Hyde. Ha. Ha. My mother and father had a sense of humour. Yes, had. Sadly they died in captivity. Humans raided our pack, grabbed anything and everything they could grab. My brother and I were about a year old at the time and bailed. Yeah. We tucked tail and ran. I feel bad for ditching my parents, but it is survival of the fittest out here. And Hyde and I, we were the fittest. After a little birdy told me that my parents had died in captivity, I figured Hyde and I needed a new start. Now, getting my baby brother to actually listen to me is a pain in the ass. It has to be HIS idea before he would actually do it. And he was quite content where he was. But I managed to talk some sense into him. Amazingly. I pride myself in this. Alas, I don't know where he is now. He disappeared once we hit the new turf. I growled softly to myself, all in a huff. Little bastard. Leaving me all alone. Likely he was already finding some sort of trouble to get into. I sighed and shook my white satin dial. I didn't miss him, sadly. I could live without him for a little while. I needed a break from his dumb ass. Time to myself. Which is how I found this place. A canyon that let me see over the entire valley. It was rather lovely, with all it's fall colors. Ice blue eyes taking in the entire thing, I sighed to myself and sat down, curling my tail about myself. Now if only I had someone to talk to... Someone besides My brother.

Things are NEVER What they seem.

vayelle

If there was something Vayelle was very knowledgeable about, it was siblings. Hell, she had 11 of them. That in itself made her a qualified expert in family relations, and she had had her fair share of fights with her brothers. She had come to the Canyon to try and track down one of her brothers in fact; Nero had been MIA for a few days, and while she never usually worried about her littermates whereabouts (he was known for being an enigma of a creature) but with their alpha female Saydin about to birth her newest litter any moment, they needed all able bodied members to be around the pack lands to defend the newborns and weakened mother.

The scent of a male was the first thing she noticed as the slim, sinewy wolf padded along the Canyon top, and at first she thought it was probably Nero, but the scent was unfamiliar to her as she got closer, and as she jumped down from the outcropping of rock she had been on, she spotted Jekyll. Not Nero, but maybe he had seen him? Every the one to enjoy new company, Vayelle smiled sweetly and approached Jekyll. Of all her family, and pack in fact, she was one of the few members that it was not a tarrying experience to bump into. She had her darker side – who didn’t? – but compared to her alpha’s, she was an angel in disguise. Her burnt-amber eyes studied him carefully for any signs of aggression, but otherwise her posture was relaxed and indifferent to the stranger. “Excuse me, have you seen my brother? Big, muscular, grizzled grey and brown fur?”

J.ekyll

I was perfectly content being by myself. But then a feminine voice broke my concentration and I nearly sighed with disgust. So much for being alone. Then I turned to face the girl. She was pretty. I mean, I'm not going to say she's outright hideous or anything, she was rather stunning. Oh dear. At least I'm not talking out loud right now. Otherwise I'd be digging myself a mighty hole. When she spoke, I just shook my head. Sorry honey. Your the frst wolf I've seen since I came here besides my brother and he looks nothing like your brother. I continued to sit there at the edge of the canyon watching Vayelle. My name is Jekyll, by the way. I'm new here. Might as well make a friend somewhere. And she didn't seem so bad. She had the scent of a pack on her, which made me wary. I don't want to get in with the wrong crowd or the right crowd just yet. I don't know which is which, who is who, and what makes them good or bad. Pissing off the wrong wolves is not on my list of things to do. I'm not the aggressive type, but I stand up for what I believe in. And if someone is in the wrong, then by God I'll kick someones ass.