Unmated and Unloved {Pg13-M}

I smiled at him and nuzzled him back -I know Oliver, and i will love you forever.- she looked at the door before darting to it and running to the front door, when she got there she shifted into her human form quickly who was now naked and opened the door before running out and shifting while she ran.

Dalia kept running a fast pace until she saw Oliver right beside her, she pushed her self to run faster but ended up being caught by Oliver and coming to a stop on her side. She l looked at him and smiled before licking his cheek "Your fast."

"I have to be." He woofed gently, returning her lick and nuzzling her neck. He then leapt off her, landing on silent paws. He stood, proud and fierce.

Dalia smiled at him before she stood back up and shook the dirt from her pelt and nuzzled him back again. -Yopu may look big and bad, but your just a big softy.-

Dalia gave a distressed whine when he became aggressive to her comment and pinned her ears back and tucked her tail only slightly "Are mates not allowed to joke around with each other?" She gave another whine before looking in the direction of his gaze and saw her old friend again.

She growled to herself and watched him as he watched the two of them, When she stepped forward a bit she sat down and still watched him knowing that they couldn't communicate anymore because they were of two different packs so-to-speak. When she shifted into her human form she was fully clothed thanking that she was, she got back up and started to walk towards him before stopping and starring a very cold stare at him "If you want to talk then shift."

Mark wanted to rid of the traitor that once was his friend, ever since he announced to the alphas that he had spotted her, he was given the responsibility to rid if her for once. When he found the two mates arguing over something petty he stayed out in the open to make himself known, He shifted into his human form just a few moments after Dalia had and stared at her before glancing over to her mate who was to close for comfort "I'm not here to make peace Dalia, I'm here to do something that the pack didn't finish because they were to cowardly to follow after you into the forest. I was the only one that followed you to find out your location, you can go ahead and guess what I'm talking about."

(bump)

Oliver simply growled and walked by her side, dark eyes on the male. His ears were pinned into his short, thick fur that was quite shaggy due to his long hair. His muscles bunched, puffing himself out threatening as he phased down to human.

"Spit it out, boy!" He snapped, arms crossed and still froze. His eyes were wild and dangerous, stepping forward. "You just try and touch her." He challenged, his muscles so tense you could see every strained muscle in his body. Every contour and plane. He was a steady height, even in human form, and definitely strong.

Mark looked at Oliver unfased(sp?) by his reaction towards him "This is between me ans this traitor, not you." he turned his attention back to Dalia and stared a cold and hard look at her "The whole pack wants you dead, even your own parents. How does tht make you feel? You've been labeled as a rogue Dalia, Was finding your mate that much more important instead of following the laws of the pack." He crossed his arms over his chest but kept an eye on Oliver knowing he was going to try and protect no matter the costs were.

Dalia stared at Mark with a slight disbelief in her look as she growled loudly at him "I don't care what the packs wants or what anybody thinks, I'm not a damned Rogue either. I had my reasons for laving! You knew why, you were my friend! Are you going to turn your back on me also!?" Her growl got loudly as it slowly turned into a slight snarl while her eyes flashed between her wolf eyes and her human eyes, he wolf was just below the surface and she was about to tear through.

Oliver spat at the other's feet with a low growl. "She's no traitor nor rogue. Hold your tongue before an alpha, or do you not have any respect!" His voice raised at the last sentence, his nostrils flared. His arms flexed repeatedly, keeping them moving. Ready.

His whole body portrayed his challenge as he phased, half his torso crossing his mate's path protectively, the anger and determination and sheer power obvious in his body. The pure strength and ferocity in his frame intimidating.

(i'd say that Oliver is pretty pissed of right now.)

Mark looked at Oliver an sneered at him "That thing is no Alpha ad never will be one, anyone who leaves the pack an separates their ties becomes a rogue." He answered Oliver's growl with a growl of his own and stared at him "How can you claim each other as a mate when I see no mark on neither of you."

Dalia stared at him and growled a bit louder "If you came to just get our blood boiling, then you done a pretty good job at it so far. You need to leave before something bad happened to you." I growled a bit louder when he mentioned us not having each others mark "You don't have to have a mark to be mates." When she saw Oliver shift into his wolf she did also and shook out her fur before nudgeing Oliver with her nose He's not worth the fight.

(bump)

Oliver, being moon-born, could speak to anyone in wolf form. "Well, she is." He then threatened, taking three steps forward. "I'll leave more than a mark on you in a minute." The male peeled his lips back to bare long, pale teeth at the other, lobes appearing to be sewn into his slate grey-blue fur.

His cranial inclined then straightened in a nod. But his shoulders flexed, hackles raised, eyes rolling to look at her softly. "Anyone who dares look at you wrong is worth a fight." He thought adoringly as his attention snapped back to Mark, giving him one more warning to leave.

Mark stared at the now two wolves and growled to himself getting tired of the small talking match they were having, he came here to do a job and that's what he was going to do and finish. The blue eyed, black hair male growled loudly before melting down to his white wolf, he shook his pelt out with pinned ears and bared teeth ready for a fight.

Dalia looked over to see Mark in his wolf form and let her hackles raise to full height before turning to face him and thought to Oliver at the same time Let me fight him, if I need help then step in. she glanced over at him before looking back to Mark as her lips pulled back to reveal her sharp ivories letting a loud growl mixed snarl escape her.

Oliver didn't hear the request Dalia had sent him. As soon as Mark had taken the challenge and phased, that. Was. It. The moon-born beast had not a single ounce of control as he seemed to just grow in undeniable rage. His hackles rose to their full extent, tail low then arcing over his bristling bodice. He strode a step forward, then curved his body, knowing how this started. And he, the rightful heir to the rank of Alpha, and no less, a born true leader.

Oliver's ears embedded themselves into his shaggy fur, bottle-blue-green eyes narrowed and fixated on the one thing he could now see.

Dalia looked over at Oliver and knew he didn't hear what she said because he was to pissed off at mark. Dalia looked back at Mark and growled lowly before stepping away from the two now not wanting to get in the middle of them.

Mark watched as Oliver came towards him and kept an eye on Dalia, he was here to finish her off not fight. He peeled back his lips to reveal his canines before pinning his ears back all the way getting ready for the fight. He raised his tail slightly up and snarled loudly as he began to circle Oliver keeping an eye on him, when he has the chance he would attack dalia.

Oliver seemed to simply expand with anger, every single hair on his pelt bristling with the pure rage that burned inside him, turning his guts and setting every cell on fire. He half-circled, but wouldn't walk the full way. If he did, he would give Mark a good line at Dalia - and he wasn't doing that anytime soon. "One. More. Chance." The brute snarled, teeth fully bared and snapping in warning, muscles bunched tight. The thick ropes of the tissues rippled under his smokey-blue-grey pelt that was shaggy and ragged. His wolf was raring to go.

Oliver lunged forwards, letting his jaws clamp hold of flesh and claws tearing at the other's hide. He felt blood well and was oblivious if the other attacked him, the pain was unfelt. His usually bottle-green-blue eyes had the tint of red, crazed and feral.

As soon as Mark felt Oliver's teeth dig into his skin he gave a loud pained howl that quickly turned into an angry snarl as he whipped his head back around and snapped at Oliver's face. He managed to dig his canines into one of his legs and kept a tight hold on him.

Dalia watched the scene unfolding before her and slowly got up and began to pace to and fro, as soon as Oliver lunged she could smell Mark's blood and growled lowly fighting with herself not to join in. She turned around and moved further away from the fight but made sure to stay on the side Oliver was blocking.

Oliver yowled in a feral cry of hatred as his leg was bitten, but not pain as he resunk his teeth into Mark's neck, nipping and tearing and snapping. He shook his head as she kept hold and tried to yank his leg free, his other front leg lashing out with claws that slashed wildly at mark. He used his mass and strength to roll them, his heavy frame landing and being landed on. Dirt clung to his fur, blood matting and staining it. He was an experienced fighter, one who knew the game and what he was doing. He wouldn't back down for anyone, ever. And he was fighting with Dalia's life, which only boosted his ferocity in battle.

(I'm really liking this rp.)

Mark ignored the pain he felt from the tearing of his own skin that Oliver was causing and growled even louder before yelping in pain and letting go of his leg as he rolled them. Each time Oliver landed on him he gave another pained yelp and a small whine, he slowly tucked his tail. He didn't want to admit it but he was badly injured and exhausted, as soon as he had the chance he fell showing his most vulnerable areas to oliver.

Dalia looked over as the fight finally died down and looked at the once pure white wolf who was now covered in blood and dirt, she quickly looked over at Oliver and hurried to him and pushed he nose into his neck You kill him then the entire pack will be after the bother of us, this way he can tell them we aren't rogues.

(Snap!)

Oliver didn't care for the paint the blood, the Gore. He couldn't feel what state he was in, not yet. Not right now. He huffed every time he was landed on, but made no noise of more discomfort or pain. As soon as the other male submitted, he released his grip and loomed over him, eyes till ablaze with fury.

As soon as Dalia was beside him, Oliver calmed and nodded. "Get out of my territory. Now." He growled, stepping one step back so he was shielding Dalia and not standing above Mark. He was still in a dominant, aggressive position, and with one wrong move he would attack again. It was plain obvious. He let out a low, victorious howl, claiming both Dalia and the land. Permanently.

Mark slowly got up from where he was laying and kept his tail tucked and head low, he looked at Oliver then moved his gaze to Dalia before he raised his head and looked back to Oliver. He let his tail fall back to normal stance, he shifted back to his human form and stared at him for a moment longer before turning around and leaving, his shoulder had a deep gash in it from where is was torn from the fight.

Dalia watched as Mark shifted into human and left soon after Oliver gave his howl, she looked to Oliver and nuzzled him and began to lick at his leg wound before looking back up to him Your not injured anywhere else are you?

BuMp

Oliver watched in pure, dead silence as the other male ran away. Darkness brooded in his already-bleak eyes as the pain of his leg slowly sunk in, the haze from his battle lifting. He yelped, the agony surging through his cells with a hot blast. "Dalia! Oww! That really hurts!" He whined, much like a child. His front leg, neck, shoulders and upper back were torn and bloody, gashes criss-crossing over him like a map.