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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 11:20:36 GMT -8
“Fucking hell.” The midget of a wolf trotted unhappily through the dusty terrain. It was hella hot, and his fluffy little coat was nothing but useless, maybe if he got more abrasions he could get rid of all his fur, looking like a big bald rat would probably suit him anyway. The male let out a snort through his nostrils before picking up the pace, moving steadily towards the borders of Ferus. Yes Ferus. Sure the landscape sucked, but Ferus had been on his bucket list for a while now. He sought it was time to give it a shot. And by means of giving it a shot, was trying not to get killed for his rather rare heritage that classified him as an ugly mutt. Sure a bite or two would ooze and fulfill his rather peculiar adrenaline needs, he hadn’t planned on dying just yet. There were a few more packs he wanted to hit before he went night night. “Why hello there.” The male greeted, trotting forward to the borderline and standing between two wolves on either side of him, both of course taller than himself. He gave nothing but a nod to the both of them before jolting his head back to release a howl of his own. And believe it or not, but the sound could kill. Uneven pitch, a scratchy tune was what created the wobbly alien sound that left his lips. Howling was never his thing, probably never will be. The male lowered his head as he sat himself down, a small grin plastered on his face as he waited with the rest. @caspian @vivaldi Alpha Jay OOC: ((Its lacking... hopefully my next one with him will be better.)) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 11:41:24 GMT -8
Damn, souls would be turning over in hell right now. The walk to the borders wasn't pleasant at fucking all. The air was cold and the scenery made the pretty female swear her bright pink eyes hurt just by looking at it. The small she-wolf carelessly kicked a rock about as she padded around, she hoped the Alpha or his little shadow female friend wouldn't get pissy at her if they realized she had wondered off - If being the keyword there. She didn't let the thought linger for all to long however, as traveling further away form the commons, different scents started to fill her nose. Rogues. Unattended rogues, and it seemed as if some had been here for a while. What a joke this place was. How did they win a fucking war again?
She let out an almost inaudible sigh, well she certainly wasn't gonna meet the fucking rogues, if they wanna just get left at the borders, then hell she didn't have the authority to invite them in or send them away. She wasn't cleaning up after this packs mess. So she sat daintily in amongst the dried bushes and dead shrubbery, just keeping an eye out incase anyone decided to be stupid and cause trouble. Fucking hell, how tedious would it be to go up to the damn alpha and be like 'hey I know you're tryna get it on with miss messenger (that was her title right?) but some rogues just kinda killed one another on your lands. Sorry 'bout that.' She almost laughed at the thought.
OOC: Lmao
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 8:54:54 GMT -8
The valley's rich, vibrant beauty simmered with each wandering paw step north; soft, fertile soil ebbing into emptily barren earth. Autumn's brief arrival sapped the simmering heat, forcing their flaxen sands to swap it for a slight, adamant chill. Snowcapped peaks swam in the furthest outermost crest of his vision, vaguely tinged violet against their arid expanse. Sparse patches of plantlife dispersed between thin barren soil, permanently semi-wilted. Unfortunately, any possibility of prey appeared to match their plants; stingily half-starved. Quite disappointing, considering the lush beautiful landscapes of Lubrusca and Somnus. But, for what it wanted in beauty, Ferus's empty, desolate expanse provided in pack wolves - supposedly, the finest of fighters. The wolves there governed themselves with an earnest, wild ambition, equally striving for positions of power between their bothersome packmates. Entirely unlike the soft-hearted, thick-headed things of the previous two packs he'd scouted. Any he encountered here would be well-versed, a well-trained attribute to Adra's brood. Of course, there came the issue of coaxing a clever miss into abandoning her post - but with any wolf, came weakness. Ambition would always follow restless, finicky dissatisfaction, a deep-rooted discontentment at the advancement of their current lot in life. What better way to find one than to enter an entire pack teeming with such wolves?
Slowly, he opened his mouth, tasted the tepid air. Three rogues, two males and one female, lingered by nearby borders; dry, thick dust failing to penetrate foreign pelts. The latter male's scent came oddly contorted, a devious, alien scent revealing a warped animal resulting from a fiendishly unholy union. Coywolf? No. Too simple. Wolfdog? Possibly. A sorry, lopsided scent reeking just enough of wolf to be tepidly considered one. The female and first male appeared to be entirely wolf, however. Sharp, piercing sounds perforated both ears, a pathetically alien pursuit of a howl - he'd actually heard wolves with severed vocal chords sing better. Definitely wolfdog. The other two ought to associate themselves with company befitting their breed - at least, if they wished for a favorable impression. Another lingered at his tongue's tip, female, scenting of soft, thick sands. Native, perhaps? Carefully, he crept towards it, plotting each pawstep with careful wariness. He'd completed his first task - location. Now, for the second - assessment. Upon entering the edges of his vision, he straightened his stance, taking a moment to consider the correct persona for the Ferus she. What exactly would the pretty miss be most receptive to? The friendly, ditsy foreigner? The politely charming prince? Or perhaps-
Why, she would tell him what she wanted. All he would have to do was observe. The dainty Iberian dame would be a beautifully fitting mate for their fiendish king - practically a perfect replacement! Small, thin build, accompanied by long, wiry limbs, perfect for weaving in and out of the fray. Beautifully speckled brindled coat, bathed in both ivories and browns, and framed by fantastically stunning eyes to boot - a bright pink. Two, maybe, three years at the absolute most, perfect for pup-rearing. Best of all - entirely alone. Oh, there were the three border rogues, but he'd take care to ensure neither interfered if worst came to worst. He'd affixed his attention on her. Her journey appeared entirely aimless; random wandering. Brash, restless boredom slipped onto sable features, a dull frustration with - Ferus? Peers? Life in general? Frustration had filled her coral gaze; a deep, pressing desire for some form of change. Oh, and what a fantastic change she was in for! He'd already picked his personas - a charming adventurer packed with promises of exploration and discovery. He straightened his stance, taking care to walk the delicate line of carefree, easy confidence while straying from stuck-up cockiness. Tongue lolling out lightly, ears at ease, tail swaying tenderly above. "Hello there, Miss," he barked, his tone playful, teasing as he approached. "And what might a pretty little thing like yourself be doing so far from Ferus territory?" A playful, airy laugh passed between thick broad jaws; light, teasing. "Don't you know there's wolves on the prowl?"
Addressed: @kurumi
Mentioned: @alfie , @caspian , @vivaldi
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 18:08:00 GMT -8
Vivaldi's slight smile doesn't slip as the other rogue simply stares, a contemplative hum escaping her as she turns her head and dismisses him as useless - at least, as a source of entertainment. His kind were a dime a dozen; firm in the belief that any sort of outward approachability equaled weakness. She saw some of the benefits in being reserved, yes, but she also found that pleasantries were rarely an indication of prowess when it comes to how quickly another wolf could be at your throat. He could draw conclusions as he pleased; as of now, it was of little consequence to her. Ears twitching as the sound of rapidly approaching pawsteps becomes evident, the pale wolf instinctively draws in a breath. Her eyes immediately darken, as though a wall had slammed down behind them. Oh, she knew what this approaching creature was - a hybrid mix of two canine species; it was not the concept itself that caused her agitation. It was the scent of dog that clung to him under everything, a scent that brought memories of steel traps and packs of baying hounds tearing her useless first pack apart one by one. Though, she supposes, their kind had done her a slight favor; in a way they contributed to the death of her beloved brother. Shaking out her thick fur, she pointedly stands once more and shoots the mutt a derisive glance, demeanor downright chilly in comparison to her earlier bemusement. She could not - would not - willingly place herself beside such a creature in a pack, as she would never be able to trust it - not in ability, and not in any task. Turning, she bounds away, strong legs carrying her easily over the unforgiving terrain. ||Exit to Dry Woods||
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2017 17:22:58 GMT -8
It seemed as the wolf-dog had appeared, the female of the rogues decided to scamper off. Thank fuck, one less to deal with. Yet as soon as she had left, another decided to step forth. Brute. Why did Ferus bring so many males? None-the-less she could tell they'd probably all be rejected, that is, if the Alpha decided to get here. Which of course, he still had yet to - so her guess was that he probably just wouldn't arrive. How annoying. Rose eyes flickered to caramel paws, charcoal claws digging into the dusty wasteland below her. Was this really the most entertaining thing to do around here? Watch your own paws while waiting for rogues to kill each other at the borders. Pathetic. It wasn't until the newest scent had become fast-approaching that Kurumi decided to flicker her eyes up.
An extremely large male, with what seemed to be well defined with muscle, and a mottled pelt stood with a confident air to him. His tongue hung loosely from his jaws while his bodily position seemed relaxed. Kurumi raised an eyebrow as she gracefully stood to all fours, tailed wrapped delicately around her paws, her size nothing in comparison to the beast before her. Now he would make an excellent pack wolf, not a measly omega either. No, this was warrior material, she was sure he could take down at least 3 wolves in a fight. "Hello there, Miss," the colossus giant said with a tone of teasingly playfulness. "And what might a pretty little thing like yourself be doing so far from Ferus territory?" he spoke with an airy laugh. This sure as hell confused the little omega. How the hell could appearance betray personality like this so much? "Don't you know there's wolves on the prowl?" he finished, again with the teasing tone. The Iberian wolf sighed quietly. She supposed she had been addressed so she could respond like the good girl she was. Then again, wasn't the pack wolf meant to have the authority on pack lands? Eh, who the fuck cares? It's the most excitement I've gotten since arriving here.
"This is still Ferus territory," she spoke calmly, her voice dainty and quiet. "And flattery won't get you into the pack, if that's what you're after." She said with a pretty grin, her salmon-coloured orbs trained on the rogues wine-red ones. "But waiting for rogues to kill each other is far more interesting than watching the Alpha make goo-goo eyes at the messenger." her humor was dry and the smirk was bitter. She had honestly expected more from the pack then for it to be left to its own devices, with no superiors around to keep watch nor anyone to deal with the rogue at the borders and half the pack members missing. Her eyes narrowed up at the stranger. He was peculiar, but hell, she was intrigued merely by the lack of anything else going on around her. "So what's your deal then?"
Addressed: @koga
OOC: Sorry it's a tad short
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 12:43:32 GMT -8
This place was just not doing it for the dare devil. He was bored, hot, and irritated. Maybe he’d return another time for Ferus, but right now he just wasn’t up for it. Already one of the rogues had wandered off, he’d be the second. “See ya around.” He gave a quick nod of his head to the greyish male nearby, before with a quirky smile swiveled round and trotted in the other direction. Really not giving a damn if he is seen as a coward in some sort of way, he honestly couldn’t care less. Instead chocolaty paws trotted him along out the barren no good for nothing landscape.
__Exit to I don’t know yetXD---
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Post by Beta Ky on Dec 1, 2017 21:07:42 GMT -8
Back and forth. Back and forth. Step by step, every lurching movement bringing the mass of insanity closer to some poor, unsuspecting creature. The massive male's inky eyes were closed as his head swung left to right to left to right. Back and forth. Step by step. Whatever thoughts that rolled through Ky's head were never able to be verbalized. His incessant movement refreshed his mind. He could be the smartest wolf on the damn planet, but he would never know. He would never be able to tell anyone. A screech left the male as his vocal chord constricted his breathing into a grotesque laugh. For a few seconds, the sound of his hyena-like scream echoed across the barren wastelands. His raven jaws snapped together suddenly. That was it. End of the sound. No more laughing.
In an instant, the brute swapped into a somber brood. He was lonely. A shit load of rocks did nothing to entertain the male. Why wouldn't anyone stay with him? So many people, so many rogues he had encountered. So many possible imprints, so many possible leaders, so many possibilities. All ruined. Ky's steps became erratic, weaving harshly over and in between the rocks. Sounds of distress weaved their way out of Ky's chest. They dipped and swayed in pitch as he shifted in balance. Up and down the scales he whined and moaned, his eyes opening and closing in long blinks. He didn't care if anyone could hear him. If they were curious it was just another opportunity to attach himself onto someone.
The scent of blood radiating off the rocks completely shut him up. His movement stilled entirely. His pools of emptiness shot open and stared at the ground. His once weaving body stood straight. His ears stood tall, his tail sticking out behind him like a pole. Now this, this was interesting! Somewhere, some time ago, there was blood on these rocks. Blood was one of the only things that the insane male could focus on. That, and a fight. He could watch a fight for hours, if the two wolves involved could handle ripping into each other for as long as Ky could watch. A sickening grin form on Ky's face as his inky lips peeled back into a sneer. His tongue darted out from in between his teeth, tasting the air, drinking in the last particles of iron that he craved so badly. So so badly. To sink his teeth into someone, to see the crimson liquid erupt from their wound would bring the unstable male pleasure.
His laugh broke through his mouth again, the sound hurting even his ears. His head shot up, scanning for anything, anyone to attack. Now violence was on his mind. His mouth hung open loosely, allowing scent to his his nose and his palate. All of the last particles of blood scent, he wanted. He had been deprived for a while, much too long. Much much too long. He only wanted the scent of blood to hit him, but the thick scent of wolf smacked him in the face. His face wrinkled back in disgust. It was a compilation of scents, but all masked by the overpowering sign of a border. Ky didn't care about such a trivial warning. Pack lands were no problem to him. Why should he care? If they found him, it could start a fight, and fights were good. Fights were great! Fight that were bloody, brutal, bringing wolves closer or over the edge of death, those were the best.
He wanted, no, needed to meet whomever strayed over the border. There were two wolves close by, and those were two wolves that he could glue himself to. Since Tarnik, no one had ever allowed him to get close enough to bond. He didn't stink! He didn't have unbelievably weird eyes!... Did he? He hadn't been told at least. Suddenly taking action, Ky sprinted forwards. For a step, he moved straight, but he soon settled into his rhythm. Back and forth. Bound by bound. Left and right, he leaped from rock to rock, scaling the terrain easily on his quest to meet these wolves. He was obviously within pack borders, but the overwhelming scent that laced the line wasn't present. How sad! Why wasn't he here? Did he not care about the wolves of his pack? Did he not care about the rogues? The wave of sadness the smacked Ky was replaced with a spark of anger. How weak the Alpha must be! How cowardly! He would never join THIS pack. Never could he respect the rule of a coward. Not that he respected rules at all.
His hollow eyes locked onto the forms of two wolves. A male. A female. The female was of no interest to the deranged male. She was small. She was weak looking. She was drenched with the scent of the coward's pack. Useless. The male however, the male he wanted to glue himself to. He was almost the same size as him, and muscly. Strong. Dependable. A leader. Ky stood on the same plane as the pair, his haunting eyes watching them from around twenty meters away. He stood square and side on, his head lowered as he watched the male. And the female, he guessed. But his focus was on the sandy beast. That was who he wanted to meet, who he wanted to follow. He couldn't help it, but from his distance, another high-pitched laugh left his body. He didn't smile, his eyes didn't crinkle as most did when they actually laughed. It was an involuntary sound. Ky was still completely invested in the male. He stood like a statue, his form of absolute blackness watching, just watching.
@koga @kurumi
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 14:04:39 GMT -8
Sorrel ears swiveled forwards upon his approach, pinked eyes perking with a guarded awareness. Suspicions were short-lived, however, seamlessly passing into a gentle admiration. Not a single bristled slip of fur, or flash of fang, but a complementary, subtle curiosity framed her features, regarding how a tease could betray such a seemingly brutish appearance. Naivety in its finest, purest form - assuming first impressions were irreplaceably genuine. A soft, coy smile tugged the corners of an onyx mouth - what a wonderfully fantastic error! Her attentions had been thoroughly secured, intrigued by the bold, adventuring stranger who'd invested his interest in her - now, all that remained left was to present the proper bait. An eager ambition gleaned within glowing crimson as he awaited her response, a rowan tail folding neatly over large, oaken paw. Did she know she'd present the perfect lure to him, passing her poignant, most potent weaknesses over without even a wisp of wary resistance? "This is still Ferus territory," she began, a calm, arid placidity coating each careful word. "And flattery won't get you into the pack, if that's what you're after - but waiting for rogues to kill each other," she paused, a sly, knowing smile pressing her pretty, slim features. "But waiting for rogues to kill each other is far more interesting than watching the Alpha make goo-goo eyes at the messenger. So, what's your deal then?" There; that was the ticket. A bitterness against existing authority. He'd done his research, haphazardly reviewed every rumor, scandal that could be traced back to the Ferus Alphas. Now to put it properly to test. "Guilty as charged," he chuckled, a small, playful smile finding sorrel features. "You and your pack are supposed to be among the finest of fighters - your previous Alpha, Thatcher, was - legendary. A strategic, ambitious opportunist that provided his pack the opportunity to rule a nation, a legacy for all future generations." Soft, thick sands rested beneath large, broad paws; a soft, amused huff exiting thin ebony nostrils. "Such a shame to have his legacy squandered by such a softhearted, foolish beta. Left all Lubrusca to a trio of pups, omegas, and an overswollen Alphess while his wolves burnt. I came to see the land that trumped Lubrusca's beauty, fit for the finest of fighters. Loveliest wasteland I ever happened upon." A low, quiet laugh passed his throat. "Make no mistake, I'm not laughing at you. I simply can't bear watching fools within power. I'm not surprised he spends his time attempting to win the affections of an uninterested she-wolf - did he, by any chance, grant her a high rank - a sort of lover's favor, perhaps? "A shame - you seem the type that Thatcher could have molded into a fantastically good fighter." He yawned, half-lazily stretching long oaken limbs before him. Now, for the bait. He'd purchased her approval, subconsciously agreed with every word uttered - now, temptation could finally run its course. "Why - if you don't mind my asking - why remain here? Aside from an odd bit of bloodshed, watching the wastelands seems a waste of potential." He tested his boundaries, taking one tentative step forwards, lowering to reach a rowan ear. "I could bring you so much more." He whispered, his voice holding a hint of eagerness. "There is a wolf to the east that heads a pack of ten-strong, powerful beyond imagination. Conqueror, ambitious, cunning - and pushes his wolves far beyond the brinks of their own potential. Doesn't let them loll about in the dirt while he pines over another. Follow me, and I guarantee, everything you'd ever want - power, glory, prestige - will be yours under his guidance. OOC: First post of the New Year! Tagged: @kurumi , Beta Ky |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 15:48:31 GMT -8
A pleasant chuckle had reached her auburn ears as they twitched slightly at the vocals that rang out. "Guilty as charged," the male wore a playful smile, and Kurumi's fuchsia eyes could only narrow. Yes, indeed she was rather wary of the male, yet he was providing some sort of outlet for her fed-upness of this damn pack. So she figured there was no harm in engaging with him. "You and your pack are supposed to be among the finest of fighters - your previous Alpha, Thatcher, was - legendary. A strategic, ambitious opportunist that provided his pack the opportunity to rule a nation, a legacy for all future generations." he said, looking a little amused. And Kurumi could only agree. Yes that was what she signed up for when entering Ferus' pack. Expecting the cold hearted and ruthless soldiers, fighters at the ready. Indeed she did have to admit, the death of Thatcher was a disappointment, especially as the male who took over his rule was nothing but a love-sick pup. "Such a shame to have his legacy squandered by such a softhearted, foolish beta. Left all Lubrusca to a trio of pups, omegas, and an overswollen Alphess while his wolves burnt. I came to see the land that trumped Lubrusca's beauty, fit for the finest of fighters. Loveliest wasteland I ever happened upon." He laughed quietly and the pretty female couldn't have said it better. The words he spoke were cruelly true, and Kurumi thought for a moment that she definitely wouldn't mind such a lupine in the pack. "I came to see the land that trumped Lubrusca's beauty, fit for the finest of fighters. Loveliest wasteland I ever happened upon." A low, quiet laugh passed his throat. "Make no mistake, I'm not laughing at you. I simply can't bear watching fools within power. I'm not surprised he spends his time attempting to win the affections of an uninterested she-wolf - did he, by any chance, grant her a high rank - a sort of lover's favor, perhaps?" Kurumi cracked a smile, the male didn't seem to know when to shut up when he started talking but damn if every word that left his ears weren't music to Kurumi's ears then she didn't know what was. Truer words hadn't been spoken since she arrived in this shithole. Yet the large male kept talking. "A shame - you seem the type that Thatcher could have molded into a fantastically good fighter." he yawned. Kurumi's eyes cast downwards. All she was ever taught growing up was to be obedient and push herself beyond her limits. Speak when spoken to!. Only act within your boundaries! Don't whine! Work harder, your brothers are already double your damn size! She could still hear her parents barking orders at her like a solder. Sangria ears flattened slightly. She didn't work so damn hard just to be cast aside and left to her own devices in a pack that was rumored to be such a great army. It was pathetic, a complete let down. Hell even her depressed birth-pack that had split ways had better structure than this. "Why - if you don't mind my asking - why remain here? Aside from an odd bit of bloodshed, watching the wastelands seems a waste of potential." he said with a tentative step forward before he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "I could bring you so much more." Just the simple hushed words had set her body alight. The small beats of adrenaline rushed through her blood like molten lava and her eyes widened. His words echoed in her head, why did she stay here? There was nothing for her here. More? What the hell was he even promising? Within the split second of these thoughts, he answered it all. "There is a wolf to the east that heads a pack of ten-strong, powerful beyond imagination. Conqueror, ambitious, cunning - and pushes his wolves far beyond the brinks of their own potential. Doesn't let them loll about in the dirt while he pines over another. Follow me, and I guarantee, everything you'd ever want - power, glory, prestige - will be yours under his guidance."
A growl left the petite females throat as she took a step back, eyes looking tired and defeated. The growl wasn't particularly aimed at the male but more-so at the fact that every word the rogue said was daringly tempting. Would she really abandon another pack? This one clearly didn't give a fuck about her. She wasn't all too fussed about the glory and power and whatever, but more-so that she would actually be put to use. After a long moment of thick silents, defeated eyes closed as a sigh audibly left the omega. Yet magenta eyes flew open with a flare behind them, she may be small but she looked up at the male, meeting his deep red gaze. "I don't care for power or glory or prestige," she said calmly, her voice sickly sweet. "But I'd rather lay to waste then be a fucking traitor." The menace in her voice was laid thick with a snarl. What a shame the male was nothing but a lupine jehovah witness. "Get lost, rogue." She spat, tangerine and onyx tail lashing behind her. She knew for a damn fact that she was nothing compared to his size, but here's her hoping he would take the hint.
Addressed: @koga OOC: You're gonna have to pick her up and carry her away xDD |
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Post by Beta Ky on Feb 9, 2018 21:57:45 GMT -8
His body itched. He wanted to move. To barrel towards them. To stay where he was a run in a circle until his legs gave out. To do something! But he didn't. Like a statue, Ky stared. Neither of the two wolves had seemed to notice his presence, which was a blessing and a curse. He was a ghost. A shadow. A demon with no name and no verification of reality, but that could ultimately haunt those that he found. He would cling to the male like disease to a weakling pup. Like a spiderweb to an insect. Like a shadow. The female he could care less about at the moment. Just based on first impressions, she was of no interest. Why would he pure black giant want to cling to a tiny scrap of red when he could steal a hunk of creams and tans?
Oh all the things they could do! The wolves they could attack! The prey they could kill! The wolves they could kill! At last his disturbing stance broke, leaving his tail wagging maniacally behind him as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His eyes though, his pools of absolute blackness, held a glimpse of deranged fury behind the fog of glee that he felt. In a flash, his posture shifted to one of fury and defense. The thought of the male having plans other than his shot spite through his veins. How DARE he? They were going to be the bestest of friends. The wolves whose names lit fear in the hearts of all. He couldn't be some sort of pansy that wanted to go around spreading peace and love and all that shite. Fear and power ruled the world. In another spike of a different emotion, rationality returned. He could just convince him if he were some sort of pacifist. But he was at Ferus. He couldn't be all that nice if here he was on the borders of the notoriously violent pack. His hope for the male blossomed again! If this male was violent, could keep up with his oddity, he would stick beside him like a shadow. Like glue. As if they had a rope tied between them.
One of his hyena screams left his maw, mixing with an actual laugh that bubbled up from inside of him. He wanted to meet these wolves, well, one of them at least. He decided to finally approach them, to begin to shove himself into the life of this male. Whether he wanted it or not, this male was Ky's new best friend. His gait was never normal. What fun was that!? No no no. Instead, his body weaved back and forth, his paws crossing over, tripping, stumbling, lurching his forwards like a zombie. He loved this gait he had adopted. It struck him as odd, as a symbolic warning about his ever shifting moods and his every shifting mind. The looping, the warping of his path, the seeming glitches in his movements, they were all blatant warnings to those that could read them, but no one ever seemed to. It was his own intellect that lead him to believe that he was sending these signals instead of simply adding to his deranged act.
It took considerably longer than most for the male to reach close enough for either of the wolves to be within earshot. All along the way, he was trying to hold in the cackles that threatened to spout from his mouth. It didn't work as well as he had hoped. Small high pitched yips of laughter left his body, their volume annoyingly loud, especially for him. He wanted to keep quiet this time. A shadow. A wisp of smoke. An unknown devil! Now he looked like a giggly idiot. Still, he pressed on. This male was his new body, his new friend, his new life. He didn't want to say any words. He didn't need to. His presence was already alerted to with his tick. Instead, he did exactly what he planned on doing. He walked close, placing a paw into the male's shadow. Assimilating himself to him. In his mind, bonding himself. Matching himself to his own shadow. He waited for the male to notice him, or even the female. Whichever one looked towards his eyes first, he so desperately hoped it was the male, he would stare down with his onyx orbits. Unblinking, he would only look away if it was the female that looked first and an opportunity to stare into the male's eyes arose.
@koga @kurumi
OOC: *Shoves into plot*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 8:16:06 GMT -8
Ardent, fervent anticipation pulsed dripped from each fetid word, igniting within the warmth of his veins. Was this not the most glorious part? To piece together such complexities. Fragile, intimate folds interwoven between a bold, ambitious fabric. Deeply concealed desires buried within the shadow of her own subconscious. Faint, subconscious flashes of fear. To think this was but the beginning. All he'd attempted, all he'd accomplished was granting a glimpse of her own reflection, the secluded, confidential secrets that she lay unaware of. He'd inserted his ideologies with careful, long thought consideration. For a fine reason - aside from the fact that one shouldn't immediately seize the malleable, intimate mold comprising the complete entirety of one's being - she was sound, both in body and mind. Bendable, but not breakable - yet. Potential loomed within each widened, captivated stare, each tiny, subtle twitch of a smirk. Receptivity was all he asked for; the slightest, faintest slip of attention. Her approval could be crafted later. No current need to rush the process. Whether by will or force, he would have stashed her in Adra's broadening harem by nightfall. It was only a matter of what means. What better way to exploit their victories? Soft, muffled snarls escaped her ebony maw, exhaustion wrapping itself within her garnet stained gaze as she took a step back. A thin, airless sigh heaved between slim brown jaws, wavering subtle with her newfound prospects. Subtle temptations; the slightest, gentlest shove forwards, and she would be his without so much a wisp of worry. A minute's pulse, and she would solidify her claim. "I don't care for power or glory or prestige," she began, her gaze suddenly gleaming with a fervent, angered flare. Malice dripped from each soft, fettered syllable; a sharp, angered snarl curling a calico lip. "But I'd rather lay to waste then be a fucking traitor. Get lost, rouge." Feisty - what fun. All wrapped up within a pretty, innocuous package. A soft, playful smile tugged the corners of his mouth as he began to backtrack, consider the countless possibilities, opportunities presented within her delivery. He would leave without a fight, walk ten paces into a thin, arid patch of brush. Wait from her fur to flatten, her gaze to gain a characteristic, stoic calmness, and then - he'd strike. Seize her by her brindled scruff and drag her to his ally. Or perhaps an entertaining approach! Pop her two hind legs out of their sockets before he whisked her off to Dry Woods. Softly, he slipped his form around, twisting airily when - They were the blackest eyes he'd ever happened upon. Empty, gaping, ebony pits, blended perfectly between a blackened, ashen mask, perfectly affixed to his own crimson one. Crazed, frantic cackling poured from a midnight black maw, fastening himself within the width of his shadow. He was humongous, the largest wolf he had ever happened upon, armed with a pitch-dark pelt so black it could've been considered blue. Everything about him screamed anomaly, unnatural, abomination - and he found himself absolutely captivated. What emotion had embedded itself so deeply within that gaping, onyx gaze? And suddenly, it seized him, with full wrenching force - admiration - no, adoration! He wanted him. He needed him. How long had it been since he'd seen that half-crazed, wild stare within a follower, begging, pleading for the faintest hint of his affection, his approval. Anything, anything he asked for could now come to life; all he needed was to merely test it. Whatever force had summoned this creature, this black-eyed demon, this future disciple - the purpose was clear. A sharp, cruel smile cracked his features as he shoved his ears forwards, lashing a long, oaken tail as he bared his teeth, hissing two words between them: "Get her."@kurumi, Beta Ky |
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Post by Beta Ky on Feb 20, 2018 23:45:41 GMT -8
The time dragged on and on and on and on! Too long! The silence grated upon his eardrums worse than any sound he could possibly screech. The coal boulder skitted backwards as the new focus of his life danced airily around in a circle. Doubt flooded his mind in an instant. He hadn't seen the male move before; what if he was some bloody bouncing idiot?! Fury shot through his system just as the unknown crimson eyes of the smaller male were absorbed into his black abysses. He didn't move a muscle. Neither of them did. Ky just watched. No words needed to be said. For him, it was like their two souls were intertwining; mingling; allowing Ky to come into his life and he into Ky's. His breathing shortened. Tiny pants shook his otherwise frozen frame. He searched within those wine stained eyes for the switch he needed to flick, the button he needed to press for the tan male to accept him into his life.
A visceral reaction! Not noticeable to someone who wasn't already so deeply intertwined with the stranger, but just that simple hardening of the eyes. The tensing of the muscles. The shift from collector to leader. Then came the noticeable signs. The smile that was so thickly laced with sinister intentions that it sent a visible shiver up the crazy brute's spine. A tick shot through his body like a wildfire. A hyena-like laugh bubbled in his throat, but he fought it harder than ever before. He wanted to spend more building moments of silence with this male. To bask in the sheer amount of power that he had affixed himself to. His teeth revealed themselves from behind their inky curtains, his obsidian eyes screwing up as his head tossed to the sky. A low whine clawed its way out of his throat as the pain of restraining himself sunk its teeth into this throat. His body writhed in agony. His tail lashed behind him in a haphazard windmill motion, trying to dispel some of the pain that gripped his system. "Get her," the rich hiss of his new purpose sparked him into action.
His head shot back down to a normal level, his eyes snapped open, as the most hideous scream/cackle he had even produced ripped out of this throat. The melanistic elephantine brute shot forwards like a bullet, his jaw almost unhinged as he screeched towards the useless tiny pile of fiery bones. Blood lust clouded his mind so quickly that his brain almost forgot to process the information it was receiving. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her flesh, to rake his claws down her face, to ruin her completely and then watch the blood of her corpse drain into the barren land like some sort of perverted river before he licked it. However, there were some very VERY fun steps ahead before he could watch his river run.
His frame must've doubled her's in weight, and he was over a foot taller. The time between the male's command and his first contact with the she-wolf was almost instant. He tried to slam into what he hoped was her unprepared frame, hoping to knock the wind out of her. He wanted to get on top of her, to finish of his cackle in her face rather than just in empty air. If his initial slam succeeded, he would try to sink his teeth into any available body part: a shoulder, a neck, a torso, a face, he just wanted to find his teeth in a position that could leave blood spilled. If he missed his smaller target, then he would try to snap back around at her in a frenzy, his deranged brain needing some blood to be spilled onto his tongue. He not only wanted to rip this she-wolf apart for himself, but for this stranger to whom he had pledged himself to. To prove himself, to gain acceptance and approval from this male was one of his top priorities.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2018 16:25:44 GMT -8
Berry-pink eyes drifted off towards the rogue males line of sight as he turned away. His attention no longer on her. In the distance sat another rogue and Kurumi growled lowly, the large male seemed to be cackling and screaming like a moron. The cinnamon female inwardly sighed, her ear flickered in agitation. Great another oh so big and scary wolf, she thought sarcastically. The female was sick of it. A bunch of try-hards within a try-hard pack land. The two rogues seemed to have a weird connection as they stared eachother down until the darker male spasmed before letting out a low whine. Ugh... Good luck to Jay on these creepy fuckers. Suddenly her blood ran cold as the first rogue hissed out a "Get her." The dark male suddenly seemed to jolt into attack mode and he released screams as he charged. He was bigger and stronger, but there were advantages to having a small body. Kurumi quickly shot out the way as he hectically tried to bite at her, she let out a yelp. Thin limbs got her so far before turning around to face the ebony brute, a growl leaving her throat. He was crazed or something, her vision shot to Koga. A pretty yet deceiving face, how ironic. Then something caught the very corner of her vision. It was one of the freaking superiors of this shitty pack and their shitty lands and their shitty authorities that leave their shitty borders open to freaky rogues. Kurumi could tell the bastard wasn't done attacking and quickly sped towards the pack wolf, knowing safety in numbers was a hell of a lot smarter. "Oshim!" She called out as she stood beside him, albeit a little behind the huge male. Her oaken hackles were raised high as she snarled, tail lashing behind her. The two rogues were huge. We're fucked.
Addressed: @koga , Beta Ky , @oshim OOC: Sorry it's a little short! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2018 18:53:05 GMT -8
Oshim briskly travelled behind the, large paws drumming silently across the barren land. How fucking idiotic could this female get? Lingering near the borders was dangerous in itself, but she didn’t even care to test the air: Oshim was upwind of her. Shaking a brawny cranium, the Scout lingered some yards away, settling to watch the events unfold. What was the berry eyed newbie doing here? Plotting? Would this tiny bitch be the downfall of Ferus? Hardly, but the thought sent bile into the disgruntled subordinate’s mouth. It was more likely for her to run away, maybe seeing that life in Ferus would not live up to her glorious expectations. After all, the air she carried herself with was revolting alone. How could someone so pathetic ever last in these lands? Two males accompanied the borders with the Omega, presumably Rogues - the way they carried themselves, the thin bodys, but stock limbs. All classic signs of living without a pack. Their bodies weren’t toned for a certain thing, not lean like hunters, or bulked up like a General. The first of two was a incredibly dark hued male, melanism more then likely tainting his DNA. Haunting eyes were placed upon a bulky head, his form streamlined and muscled. Definitely able to overpower the weakling who spoke so carelessly toward the Rogues. Oshim snarled inaudibly to himself. Her stupidity reached new heights every second, the blunt candor she tossed to the brutes, and the simple audacity she had to come here. If these two males didn’t kill her, Jay would. The second of the two was a mottled brown wolf, every aspect of his deranged features seeping with insanity. Pure crazed potential. As he spoke, Oshim could hardly comprehend the majority of his words. He was simply to far. But, they were clearly malicious. Each syllable he spoke bringing the scout farther to his feet. What was worse, was the idiotic grin that shot across Kurumi’s face. For a singular moment, he suspected she’d cross the border, to waltz away with the demented duo. It wouldn’t be surprising, nor the first time he’d seen it. But, as tempted as she looked, the irritating bitch seemingly spat back, rejecting whatever offer the stranger proposed. He didn’t seem pleased. Suddenly, the original onyx brute charged forward with an incurable madness, sending the Ferus male to whisk forward. Kurumi noticed his presence - even she was smart enough to at this point. Her call was pointless, he was already there, doing the task he vowed to do. Protect his packmates, through life and death. And, unbeknownst to Oshim, death was imminent. "How could one wolf be so idiotic?" He slung angrily, before his final fight began. The stronger brute would unlikely have expected the shift in opponents, especially due to the overwhelming insanity that puddled at his paws. No, would Oshim have to hold him by the scruff like a rabid dog, and give Kurumi an opportunity to run? He could’ve chuckled at the thought, if adrenaline hadn’t already pressured him into a focused tunnel vision. He would take the male’s own run, and use it to ram a stocky shoulder into the brute. But even Oshim was nearly 40 pounds lighter than the opposing male. Even so, the wind would - if his attack landed, since it was likely it would - be knocked out of his opponent, giving Oshim the opportunity to attack. If said opportunity was granted, there’d be no hesitation in his lunge forward. Immediately heading toward the throat, which so carefully preserved the male’s ability to breath. It was always fun to rip that away. The trained warrior would use his own brute strength to attempt and force the male down with wherever he caught hold. Now, his intention wasn’t to win, it was to ensure safety to his packmate. If his attack failed, the oaken scout would skitter backwards, awaiting whatever attack the opposing douche had in store.
Lmfao this is so bad put him out of his misery pls Beta Ky , @kurumi , @koga |
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Post by Beta Ky on Mar 2, 2018 15:41:23 GMT -8
All the fire of a thousand demons fueled Ky in just the first few moments of his sprint The ditsy bitch had the audacity to dart away from him as he barreled towards her. The inky depths of his eyes darted after her, his head following instantly while the rest of his body took longer to turn towards her. His jaws snapped furiously, spit flying from his jaws without abandon. His breath came out in ragged pants as his chest rolled out a low growl. The slippery she-wolf called out a name, fleeing cowardly away from the gargantuan brute. "NO!" Ky screamed, already bounding towards the fat ass, "No, no, no, no, no!" He wasn't about to let some pack wolf get in the way of him ripping the fiery bitch to shreds.
But the fuzzy ass hat had started running towards him too. Ky ground his paws to a halt, which took a few seconds, but didn't give him enough time to avoid getting slammed into by this 'Oshim.' He danced out of the way slightly, but the pack wolf's should still slammed into his flank. As the sting of crushing pain reached his brain, Ky let out a low screech, his anger sparked even further. The extra weight on his flank made his spin to face the bastard faster, but not without him favoring his right hind leg. Both male's immediately launched at each other to attack, Ky in more of a frenzy than this so called warrior. Both of them were big, but Ky still out weighed him and out sized him. A cackling hyena laugh left his mouth as Oshim's teeth snapped towards him, his head rearing away just too slowly, so teeth grazed his neck and broke the first few layers of skin. The sting of his skin being torn was like a slice of pure endorphins. The blood trickling slowly down his neck, staining his inky fur a black crimson only fueled his fire and gave him more reason to celebrate later. Ky returned the favor by sinking his teeth into the retreating male's upper arm.
An appreciative groan rolled out of the males mouth as pitch black eyes rolled back into his head. The crimson gold that he so desperately craved at the moment flowed over his teeth and slightly onto his tongue. He would have loved just to stay in that moment, to let more blood flow into his mouth, but the bastard decided to struggle. Ky growled into the male's fat, and planted his two front paws on either side of his shoulder. With a muffled bark, Ky shoved his paws forwards, and yanked his head backwards. A pop echoed slightly through the air as his shoulder dislocated. A yelp of pain left the cream male, as Ky released his grip and shoved himself away from him. He was out of the way, now it was time to follow his new purpose's order. To get her.
Instead of sprinting towards the tiny she-wolf, he stalked towards her. His lovely loopy gait waved back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, but his eyes were constantly locked onto her's. The small bit of blood that had entered his mouth he decided to sacrifice in his saliva, letting it hang out of his mouth and drip onto the ground. It also got flung onto his pelt due to his gait, adding small patches of bubbly red and white as it landed on his melanistic fur. His neck also bled onto the ground, but there wasn't much that he could, nor would do about it. "C'mere," Ky hissed, his pace increasing slighty as he neared the small she-wolf, "Stay, stay, stay!" He bellowed the last word, jumping into a sprint to slam into the she-wolf. His body engulfed her's as he hit her. Ky wrapped himself around the she-wolf, latching his teeth firmly into her scruff. If he could, he would cage the smaller, odd smelling she-wolf between in limbs, restricting her ability to squirm away and fight back. "What's going to happen?" he sang with a voice like gravel, muffled by her fur, "Looksie at all the trouble we have here!" His pitch flew up at least three octaves. "Let's see, let's see! What's. Going. To. Happen."
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