The bold Wolvernrian male softly steps forward, earning a growl from one of the boys in front of her. His hair was of light brown with eyes of bright emeralds. He blinks a moment, unclear of the boy's motives. They lock eyes for a moment before the Wolvernrian realizes he's not backing down. When he turns to the other boy with darker hair and beautiful eyes, he finds the same look upon his facial features. The male pauses in his movements, deciding not to anger her children. His eyes dart to hers for a moment before he inspects a potential threat. She wears a silver furred band across her voluptuous bosom, peaking out from the top generously, where her curly locks end. He groans internally, moving towards her curvaceous waist and wide hips. His eyes linger on certain scars, looking as battle wounds, and can't help but become interested in this strange woman. The skirt hugs her thick, legs, which seem beautifully smooth from the looks. His beast snarls to have her as his own, to ravish and cherish each inch of her gorgeous frame, to bare pups with her generous hips and audacious beauty. He was tempted to ask this female her name, and everything about her, as Marzena walks from the tree line.
A smile spreads across the woman's lips. "Ah, Alpha!" Marzena reaches her daughter's side, gently laying her hand down on the female's shoulder in comfort. The red haired alpha disconnects eye contact from the gorgeous mer, and smiles to Marzena. He nods. "I see mah daugh'er 'as already made an appearance," she giggles. Her forest green eyes lighten at the sight of her daughter.
Alpha, however, returns his gaze back to the female, who he now knows is Marzena's daughter, and politely grins. "Of curse she's yur daugh'er! She's iden'cal," he admits, his eyes darting across her frame. Alpha begins analyzing the few differences between the two females. He's amazed at the fact the female was a duplicate of Marzena.
Vera was unsure if she should speak or do something. She didn't want to seem rude, and if the gaze she received from him was more than enough of an indication of what was to come, she wished to show his kindness a reward. His authority was the first wave of power she felt since coming to Wolvernry. Vera was barely knocked over from the massive hit of power had it not been for Elsa. She steadies herself before anyone else can notice, and blinks. Swallowing from the sudden gust of wind, Vera bows low.
Alpha and Marzena freeze the moment Vera moves. His slack jaw and her wide eyes convey their surprise. Alpha turns to Marzena before observing her pups. The second female pup is the first to follow her mother, sliding off Kaius's spine and stands in front of her brothers. She bows curtly, and gathers the attention of her siblings. The first male pup fully bows, as does the second, yet the female pup hiding behind her mother runs next to the first female and full curtsies after watching her sister. The five suddenly stand together simultaneously. It was creepy, and very perfect in unison how they rise together, almost as if on cue.
Alpha swallows, waving the gesture away. "No need fur that 'ere. Alpha Mirran es quite alright," he smiles, surprised. "Yuh'll be s'aying wit us, Wo'vernrians ev Garnet." Alpha Mirran waves in the direction of his pack before facing them again. "Yur pups may s'ay, all I ast es yuh carry yur load en ar territery. There will be accommadations set and ah few things that'll need to be en order before we test yur abilidies withen ar pack." Alpha Mirran's bright eyes flicker to hers, and his beast growls from the tender gaze she bestows them.
The beasts from before had changed into different forms. Instead of walking around naked as their alpha had done, the two warriors cloth themselves in dark loincloths before stands behind Alpha Mirran. Vera notices the one on the alpha's left had blue eyes and a scar shaped in a crescent moon. Her eyes lingered on the unusual scar. She noticed it had to be years from the beginning of the fight that had caused the imperfection, but she only gazed at it curiously. The other male nuzzles Marzena's cheek with his crooked nose affectionately. Vera watches her mother lean into his touch automatically, then sighing from his warmth, she presumed. Vera glares at the male before hearing another series of bones cracking and a groan come from behind her. As her merlings glance behind themselves and gasp, Vera already knew Kaius had already transformed.
"Thank you, Alpha Mirran. I appreciate— we appreciate your kindness." Alpha Mirran blinks when he hears her voice. He could feel his beast crumble from the smoothest passion lingering in the air. "If there's anything we could do, please.. don't hesitate to ask." The female's eyes linger along his lips, curiously wondering how he tastes.
Vera didn't mind to find a new lover, but she understood she couldn't dive head first into a commitment. That would be far too dangerous for her, especially not knowing their mating rituals. Besides, she didn't know much about their kind to begin with; except a few things Dariol spoke of. She knew their hierarchy and a bit of their culture, but ask her about childbirth or pack business and she couldn't say a thing. Vera had little knowledge of this new world, and if she was to live here for a portion of her life, she was going to learn.
For her quad, and for herself.
Alpha Mirran smirks inwardly at her invitation. His wolf proudly displays his chest in the alpha's mind as he gives her a smile. "May I ast yur name?" Alpha Mirran solicits.
Vera blinks at his sudden request. She had thought the male had already known her name. With the tilt of her head, she replies, "Vera of Warrior Varkens, Alpha." A small quirk of her lips darkens her demeanor.
The Alpha of Garnets clears his throat. His eyes had caught sight of her lips as she softly bit the plump bottom of her mouth. His cerulean eyes darken just as the sea does when a storm brews. "Vera Anson." He suddenly nods, "Jus as winsome as yuh appear to be." His smirk he wore provides an elicit double entendre. Alpha Mirran's eyes roam Vera's exposed body. His fingers itch to touch her luscious skin.
The siren is the one to gaze away, glancing at the males behind him. The alpha follows her eyes and nods briefly. "Ah, yes. This es my beta, Nøvak Pontall." Alpha Mirran introduces the man.
Vera notices he doesn't smile or greet her in the same manner as her mother or the alpha. The beta stares at her through his wicked gaze and glares. The siren finds no anger or darkness within his eyes, only a burning fire of curiosity. She observes the crescent scar resting above his left eye, curving along his cheek to the bottom of his lips. The cut wasn't too deep or too wide. It was at the right length to be considered a battle wound. It gave the beta a better chance at intimidation than others; actually, Vera thought he'd make a great interrogator. Beta Nøvak Pontall nods to her in acknowledgment before reverting back to the stolic expression.
The tan male who's wrapped Marzena in his hold steps forward and smiles softly at Vera. She observes his features, noting the few scars across his body. His hair was the color of sunshine on a beautiful day, but his eyes were a deep brown that drew Vera in. She could understand why Marzena chose him; he was tall, well built, and seemed respectful. Vera couldn't be positive yet at the person he portrays. He might be evil underneath all the charm and sexiness. Vera had to know the truth, and she would find it.
The male suddenly holds out his palm, offering a handshake. "I am Theon Anson ev Garnet," he announces to her. His smile was enough for Vera to want to send him to the Megalodon.
Vera barely glances down at his out stretched hand, not understanding what he was doing in the slightest. The gesture is foreign to her, and she tilts her head at the creature. Curiously, she looks over his broad chest, narrowing her eyes at the scars cutting into his muscle and skin. It wasn't uncommon to see scars; Vera was a warrior after all. Yet these scars were different from those of her race. Normally, Vera would see her warriors with a slash to the tail or fins and ragged tears of the torso, but these marks, they were unlike anything Vera had ever seen before.
There were several bite marks, and from the looks of it they had to be from another Wolvernrian, scattered across his shoulders, dipping towards his back. The long, healed scars rake down his stomach, starting from the last rib bones. The indentation sinks below his hips and stops at the top of his thighs. Four, long, deep scars of what use to be bloody gashes showcase his front before fading within his skin. The loincloth only protects his girth from everyone's eyes, similar to what the other males wear. Vera notices the round burns on his legs, curious as to what caused them.
Vera blinks out of her gaze and stares back into his eyes. She had no idea if what she thought was considered rude to the Wolvernrians; most Varkens love to share scar stories with others, boasting about who killed the deadliest creature yet, but it seems he did not want to boast or trouble her with anything of the subject. Instead, he diverts her attention to who 'Theon Anson ev Garnet' is to her and her merlings.
"I'm yer mudder's mate.." he tries to carry on the conversation.