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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 18:01:00 GMT -8
ROGUE SILAS
Silas let out a chuff in response to the other two who seemed to not be playing into his charades. Rolling his eyes, Silas turned and walked off. He wasn't going to stay for these two losers who wouldn't even humor his antics. Although, this would be the first time he was truly alone in... how long has it been? A few years now? Shaking his head, he tried not to think of how much this group has done for him, however, they never managed to do the one thing Silas truly wished for. Territory to call his own.
Letting out a choked laughter. How pathetic of their mock pack, 7 strong and still unable to claim land like a bunch of weaklings. Snarling to himself he trudged on, boredom shaking him to his core as he was without someone to yell and bark at. He could always do that without someone, but passerby's might run away from him. Like he would care one way or another. Flicking a white tail he picked up his pace, eyes scanning for anything to mildly entertain himself.
In the distance was a peculiar looking black rock. For a moment Silas was going to just keep on passing by, until he swore he saw it move. Angling himself he trotted towards it, ears alert and head low in case this was dangerous or a trap. Finally coming to the stop, several meters away laid a black she-wolf. Stalking forward he finally came to stand next to her. She looked pathetic, sleeping on her back, in the open. Scoffing, he barked out, "Wake UP!"
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Post by Mira on Jul 24, 2018 4:24:23 GMT -8
Mira's eyes were shut tightly as she snoozed peacefully, not caring less about anything else in this world. It was a wonderful feeling, to watch as sweet dreams were displayed before her eyes. A loud, unfamiliar voice, however, disrupted it in the most unpleasant manner: "Wake UP!" She could literally hear it echoing in her ears. Mira had no idea where it came from. Alarmed, she forced her eyes wide open and gazed around groggily. Where am I? What's going on?A sudden wave of panic rushed up onto her, as for a moment, she had no idea what was going on. As her blurry vision focused, the sandy landscape was revealed, a huge contrast from the initial abstract painting she saw. Then, she suddenly recalled what she was doing in the area. She calmed down a little, her muscles relaxing. Just as she got up and swivelled her head, an alabaster wolf came into view.
For the second time, she received a jolt of shock. "Woah!"she shrieked, before crashing backwards onto the tree trunk, startled. Pain struck her from her back. It wasn't excruciating, but the ebony wolf still yelped. As her racing heart slowed a little, she approached the stranger. She briefly scanned her new company. By scent, it was a he-wolf. He was three feet tall, taller than Mira herself. He was no older than she was. "Where'd you spring up from? And hang on, were you the one screaming into my ears? Dude, what was that for?!"she barked, annoyed by his rude interruption. Looked like Mira didn't actually need to find company, company actually came to her, but in the nastiest way she could ever had imagined. As rage continued to swell up inside her, many questions for the stranger popped into her mind. Without thinking twice, she fired them away: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Had you been watching me sleep all this while?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 19:30:28 GMT -8
ROGUE SILAS
Silas raised an eyebrow at the shrimp, who seemed to take on a casual and lecturing tone with him. "Hmph," he snorted at her question. "little girl, you got balls for one sleeping out in the open, on your back, and two because you don't even show submission or caution when dealing with a stranger," he spoke calmly, his voice dry.
"Or... maybe you're just stupid," Silas stepped forward, eyes beating into her own as he took on a more dominant stance. He rolled his eyes at her questioning, a little annoyed by her yappy voice. She reminded him of those rare half-breeds, the ones that were born from a domesticated bitch. Leaning in towards her, he sniffed around her. She sure didn't smell like any half-breed, but she sure as hell acted to lax for his taste.
Finally deciding that she was just an idiot and pulled away, bored once again. Silas thought that perhaps this one would prove interesting, but not really. Flicking his tail he began to walk past her, although he could humor her a little. "Silas, and no, I have more of a life than watching someone sleep," he gruffly spoke still moving away, head slightly turned to talk over his shoulder. "Just wanted to let you know you should really, really not sleep in the open like that." He briefly wondered if this idiot would follow him or not, probably not. He was rude after all.
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Post by Mira on Aug 2, 2018 5:18:37 GMT -8
The stranger she just met began lecturing her, for sleeping out in the open and not approaching him with caution. Wrathful flames instantly flared up inside the ebony she-wolf. Her fiery eyes narrowed upon the he-wolf, shooting daggers at him as he blabbered on. “Or...maybe you’re just stupid.” He added the last line rather casually, taking a step forward. Mira felt a burning sensation in her getting stronger by every second. She was irritated by the stranger’s smack-talking and his confrontation. Who was he to tell her off? Mira instantly hated everything about the he-wolf.
Before she could open her mouth to lash out, the male walked away. Looking back, he introduced himself as Silas. “And no, I have more of a life than watching someone sleep.” With that, he continued pulling away from Mira. That did it for her.
“Woah, woah, where’d you think you’re going?” Dashing forward to catch up with the Silas-fella, she leapt in front of him, blocking him from proceeding. “Who are you to lecture me?” she barked, anger boiling inside her. “According to what you said, bla-bla-bla, I should approach you with caution and submission, right? How about you? You didn’t approach me with any caution at all, did you?! It could be some sort of trap, who knows? You just came over and wake me up.” Mustering all the strength she had, Mira kicked the ground in anger, sending some sand particles flying. Mira didn’t care about what would happen next, or how Silas would react to this. Maybe he would attack her for being rude? Her fury, however, over-powered her. One look at her, and any wolf, would know, she was furious.
"Maybe...you're stupid too." Mira shot back. As she finished her last line, she remembered how dry her mouth was, and how desperate she was for a drink. "And if you excuse me now, I'm going to find some water, and do something more useful than sticking my nuzzle into someone else's business."
~Exit to Ferus Border Outskirts~
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2018 15:48:44 GMT -8
ROGUE SILAS
Silas rolled his eyes at the other’s defensiveness. “Cause, child, you’re not a threat obviously,” he quipped in her direction. He couldn’t help but laugh as she called him stupid. How… childish.
As she ran off saying she was in search of water, Silas called out halfheartedly, “Good luck with that.” By the looks of it, the she-wolf was heading straight into the lions mouth; Ferus. He internally wished her good luck with that venture, as he would guess she would be turned away. Her spunk came off as childish and naive. She would need to a silver tongue to use her words like weapons.
With that he was alone once again. Staring at the blank canvas around him, a chill ran through his bones. This was not his home.
Another place called to him and in time he would find it. He was unaware of another beast that lurked within the rogue lands, that would soon have a bigger reputation than Ferus.
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Apr 14, 2019 21:01:31 GMT -8
Everything had gone exactly as Endymion had planned, the weeks he had spent stalking the borders of Noctis finally paying off and rewarding him with the honour of getting to tear apart the Beta before taking the Alpha's only daughter as his prize. Except the she-wolf that he had stolen wasn't his, at least, he didn't intend to keep her as his own pretty little ornament. His plans for her were much larger, and they had been in the works for what felt like an eternity. Rumours had been floating around the rogue lands for a while now, whisperings of a group of wolves that was growing at an alarming rate, whose plans were apparently malicious and cruel—the kind of plans that Endymion liked the best, plans that he was craving to be apart of. But how boring would it have been if he showed up at their borders empty handed with nothing but his own pretty face? It wasn't in the male's nature to do anything without a little bit of a dramatic flare, and he was passing by Noctis at the time, so of course, he saw his opportunity and he quite literally took it: Feyre. She would be a gift to the Alpha of Mortiul. She had proven to be obedient when threatened and she wasn't the type to fight back, she clearly knew what was best for her in this situation, and Endymion was thankful that she hadn't put up too much of a fight. He was trying to keep her in a pristine condition, as one would with any gift. He had fed her as much as he had fed himself, allowed her to sleep for as long as she could, and had even resisted the creeping temptation that insisted he keep her for himself, to claim her beautiful little body and wreak as much havoc as he usually did with any meek female that caught his eye. But he had been good. He had kept his dirty little fantasies to himself and had very strongly labelled her as property of the Mortiul Alpha. Self control was something he struggled with, but so far he was doing surprisingly well. At least there were things that he could keep himself distracted with, and for the time being, he was concentrating on putting one paw in front of the other. This land wasn't the most attractive scenery he had ever seen. A waste land that had been thwarted by the wrath of winter, rocks and dusted land covered with slim sheets of ice and snow, not as thick as one might expect thanks to the warmer climate, but it still made traversing the land a task. Endymion wasn't thrilled about their current situation, he had lost count of the amount of times he had slipped on an invisible chunk of ice, and he was growing tired of Feyre's constant squeaking whenever she would loose her footing on the slippery earth. At least she had managed to keep herself off the ground, if she was stupid enough to slip and crack her skull open than his whole plan would suddenly become incredibly lacklustre. But this was the best route for them to take if they didn't want to risk squeezing through Somnus, Lubrusca and Ferus. If he was caught sneaking around the borders with the daughter of Noctis, he couldn't imagine that going very well for him. At least this place seemed to be desolate when it came to the number of other wolves in the area. He hadn't caught the scent of another rogue ever since they made it into the territory, probably thanks to the not-so-pleasant state of the land, but he could of sworn he had caught the drifting scent of something entirely different, not quite wolf, yet nothing like a vulpine or familiar prey item. It was tangy yet sweet, a bold conflict to his own scent and nothing near as fresh as Feyre's. He would have to keep an eye and ear out, he couldn't afford loosing such a valuable possession such as Feyre this far into their journey. Mercenary Yvaine |
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Apr 14, 2019 22:45:04 GMT -8
Each light step barely made a crunch as small black paws stepped lightly on the snow, weight hardly making a dent as she held her head high, looking over the lands with confidence exuding from her frame. Nose to the air, she caught hardly anything on the wind, only the cold winter breeze tickled her nose as it twitched. Large ears swiveling to listen to her surroundings. During her travel autumn had turned to winter swiftly, and left the petite she-wolf keeping herself well fed in order to avoid starvation and death. Although, if she were to even reach that point, she could simply bat one eye to a willing male and he would gladly give her anything and everything he had. However, she had no need to do so, and would rather use her energy for something far more beneficial. Traveling to find a home that she knew would be willing to have her. War centered packs were hard to come by, most wanting to live a peaceful life reproducing offspring that grew more moronic every generation. The longing for blood slithered into the back of her mind as she focused once more on her goal, it having been absent since her last kill. Beautiful aquamarine eyes glimmered in the faint rays of light that came from the bleak sky, her reddish brown coat dulled tremendously from the lack of light. Sun basking was her favorite hobby during the warmer seasons, and she was itching for the sun to return and melt the horrid substance below her. Although it was quite beautiful while untouched and in large blankets, it made hunting terribly hard, and only made her life more difficult. Yvaine kept up her pace as she walked, although her head jerked, catching the scent of others. Two to be exact. One being female, while the other was male. Smirking, she changed her direction. Although companionship was not what she sought, potentially they would have some information for her. Or she would kill them and sait her bloodlust, even if it was only for a few days. They were not too far from where she had been traveling, although going perpendicular to where she was. Could they possibly be heading to a pack? The thought wasn’t completely absurd. Any rogue in their right mind would not be traveling desolate lands unless they were seeking a pack. Prey was far too scarce, and she had noticed that the moment she had taken two steps onto the land. Approaching, she radiated confidence and a quite flirtatious attitude, with how they traveled they were definitely not mates, and that was apparent as she got close the scent of fear lingered on the she-wolf, and radiated from her as she was trying to keep her distance from the male, or what seemed to be distance, as he kept her quite close while he walked. She let out a small giggle as he was slipping on the thin sheet of ice that lay underneath the thick blanket of white, although she wouldn’t let her giggle be heard by the male, perhaps not to anger him quite yet. She needed information, and she would damned if she didn’t get at least something out of the two. Head held high, she was still not standing quite as tall as the male, but her dominant stature was that of someone who knew who they were, and what talents they held. “Well hello,” She purred, bringing her attention to the male as she came up to his side, eyes looking towards his face mischievously. She wouldn’t approach the female quite yet, as it seemed he was protecting her, or something of the sort. “You’re the only wolves I’ve run into since I set paw in these lands,” Her voice was sultry and alluring to say the least, a coy smile playing on her face. “Might you be heading towards a pack?” She asked, looking over him as she playfully ran her tail along his chin as she circled him. Bringing herself to his right flank once more, aquamarine eyes glanced towards the she-wolf. “My what a beauty, is she yours?” She asked, bringing herself to fall in step with them, her eyes glancing between the two. “She’s definitely a treasure,” She purred, looking over the two as her short tail hung limply behind her, radiating nothing but a calm and playful demeanor. Of course, she was itching to sink her teeth into the pretty neck of the she-wolf, but if they were headed towards a pack and could lead her there, she would spare them. Paladin Endymion Feyre |
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Post by Feyre on Apr 15, 2019 0:29:15 GMT -8
How had everything gone so wrong? Feyre had only ever wanted to help, she had ventured past the Noctis borders hoping to bring Sasha back with her, knowing that the pack needed her as their Beta. But she had been an idiot to go alone, she had been naive to forget how dangerous it was for a small she-wolf like herself to venture into the unknown. Foolishly, it was hope that she felt when she had found Sasha, she had convinced the she-wolf to stop and hear her plea for the Beta to stay. It was mind-blowing to think that only a few seconds passed between the events of Sasha smiling at her to the moment he stepped out from the trees and destroyed everything that Feyre had ever known. Fear was something she hadn't felt since the day she was almost claimed by the rapids of the Noctis River, yet it was terror that froze her on the spot as she watched him force her friend onto the ground with one quick sweep of his paw to her rump. The moments that followed after that still flashed against the darkness of her eyelids whenever she slept. The blood, the sound of ripping flesh, the sound of her broken screams as he tore through her throat and...oh god, his smile. Everything slowed down as he stood over her twitching body, the crimson pool seeping out over the forest floor, his crystal blue eyes locked directly onto her own sterling visage with an intensity that brought tears to her eyes. She tried to scream, for someone, anyone, for Luke. She tried to run, wanted to run, but nothing was working. Everything was frozen and she could do nothing as he approached with his blood stained smile and whispered into her ear, his voice still quivering with euphoria. "You're coming with me, gorgeous."
Feyre hadn't cried since that day, couldn't bring herself to weep when she knew it would do nothing. She still awoke from her sleep screaming and kicking, she still felt the unmatchable pain of grief and fear like a vice in her chest, but she told herself that she would keep what dignity she could, which meant that she wouldn't cry. No matter how many times Endymion snapped his teeth in front of her snout or threatened to throw her to the ground like a rag doll if she didn't obey, Feyre refused to cry. Even now, when she was at her wits end after spending days travelling through the unbearable environment of this waste land, keeping no more than a tails-length away from her captor in fear of him whirling around and flashing his teeth at her for falling behind. She was sure that he was about to turn around and snap at her every time she squeaked after slipping on the ice that hindered them underfoot, but nothing yet. Perhaps he was distracted by the scent that she was sure he had noticed by now, it was unlike anything Feyre had ever encountered before, and she wondered if Endymion had any clue as to what this presence was.
Her question found it's answer soon enough, as it wasn't long before a beauty fell into step beside them. Feyre's eyes widened. She was magnificent. A glowing beauty despite the grey shroud in the sky that kept the sun at bay. Her willowy legs were like stilts, and the she-wolf was sure that the stranger would be able to hear her thundering heartbeat with ears like that. Endymion noticed her presence soon enough, and came to an abrupt halt when he did, causing the entranced Feyre to crash into his rump. Her breath hitched in her throat, she had never touched Endymion before, and it came as a surprise to find that he felt warmer than his attitude was. She backed up a few steps while dipping her head, distancing herself from him in case he decided to threaten her with his shredding growls again. Feyre quickly averted her attention towards the stranger as she realised she was being mentioned, not addressed, but talked about. She wasn't apart of this conversation, and she doubted she would be able to call this she-thing her saviour, and she could tell thanks to the aquamarine eyes that screamed the same message that lurked in Endymion's unsettling eyes whenever he looked at her. It looked like she would continue to be nothing but a pawn to these wolves.
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Apr 15, 2019 1:56:28 GMT -8
"Well hello," Endymion froze as a she-wolf's voice—definitely not Feyre's—purred in his ear, causing the fur on the back of his neck to prickle as a chill was sent coursing down his spine. As soon as the large male came to a stop, his small female captive came crashing into his rump, but he didn't have the wits about him to snap at her for touching him. Endymion found himself entranced by the creature that had approached. She was nothing short of gorgeous, his jaw clenching as his baby blue eyes were instantly exploring the interesting build of her body. Holy shit, her legs are longer than my life expectancy, was the only thought that ran through his head as his gaze travelled over those inky stilts that supported her lithe body. Endymion tried not the gape at the aquamarine eyes that gazed up at him and seemed to pin him to the spot. “You’re the only wolves I’ve run into since I set paw in these lands, might you be heading towards a pack?” This dangerous woman had decided it would be a great idea to run the length of her tail under his chin while smiling at him with that pretty face of hers, those sultry tones smoother than honey and just as sweet. The leash on Endymion's self-control had been taught thanks to the presence of Feyre over the last couple of weeks, and now this goddess was practically tugging at him. Those explicit thoughts in the back of his head were growing stronger with every bat of her eyelashes. He gathered himself for long enough to answer her first question. "I doubt such a pretty thing like yourself would survive for very long where we're going," he purred, cocking his head playfully as he practically drank in the intoxicating sight of her. What would he have to do to take her for himself? “My what a beauty, is she yours? She’s definitely a treasure,” the glowing beauty's attention had been averted to Feyre, much to his displeasure. He wanted her to look at him again with those challenging eyes. He cleared his throat slightly before stepping in front of his possession, bringing himself closer to the stranger as well as putting the spot-light back on his lust-struck self. "A treasure indeed, though she is unfortunately not mine." The look he gave her practically screamed what he wished to add on to that sentence, I wish I could say differently about you. He lowered his head to her level with a thirsty grin, a challenge to the female who had decided to engage a male with such tendencies to take any female he wanted. "Endymion," he greeted, his voice husky enough to pull a dog sled, "and if you really want to know, we're heading to Mortiul. Our treasure here is nothing but a gift for the Alpha to ravish in whatever way he pleases." The male mused as he battered his tail against the small she-wolf that cowered behind him, reminding her of her fate. Yet it was at this moment that he realised he was sandwiched between two gorgeous females. What a heavenly place to be. He would quickly admit he never wanted this to end. "Any reason why you're so curious about where we are going? Or are you just looking for an excuse to approach a handsome wolf such as myself?" He gloated with a dangerous wink and smirk, obviously aware that he was considerably handsome thanks to all the females that had ogled over him and brought him back to their dens in his past. He was hoping such charms would work on the beautiful creature that stood in front of him, as he was curious to know if such a strange female would play the same as the rest of his conquests. Mercenary Yvaine |
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Apr 15, 2019 2:43:16 GMT -8
The male had come to a stop at the spark of her voice, his baby blue eyes locking with hers as she stared at him, a smile placed on the she-wolf’s face at his reaction. She already had him right where she wanted. She hardly paid the other she-wolf attention, keeping her gaze fixated on the handsome beast that was before her. He spoke of a place that wouldn’t last her long, challenging her based only on her appearance. Most would think that, the small she-wolf seemed hardly the wolf to be within the ranks of a bloodthirsty pack, but that’s where they were oh so wrong. Aquamarine eyes shifted as she calmly kept herself poised. His words would not get to her. She was far too intelligent to know that this was simply a ruse. Something to get her to react. She would show him that looks weren’t everything when it came to her. But, she would wait patiently for the right moment to strike. As she had brought up the she-wolf that lingered in the background, the tension between the two thick. Heavy with a lust-driven look on his face, while hers was of contempt and slightly mischievous. He stepped between her and the other she-wolf, delight dancing through aquamarine depths as they looked over the stoic male in front of her. He was vying for her attention to be on him, and only him. She would gladly give that to him. Any male she had encountered and spent the same amount of time she had with him, would have been grovelling at her paws, begging for her to give them a chance, to give them what they wanted. But oh, this male was going to be quite the challenge. And she would love every second of it. He stated that she indeed was not his, although she had already knew that. Feigning innocent was a tough act for Yvaine, but she pulled it off perfectly as her dazzling eyes flickered to the baby blue that lay on his face, a smile creeping at the corner of her lips as she listened to what he said. Mortiul. That name rolled off his tongue nicely, and she would be sure to learn more about this pack as they would travel there together. That, she had already decided. He spoke of the little she-wolf being a present for the Alpha to use as he pleased, and she smirked. It was the pack she had been looking for. With that inclination alone, she could piece together what this pack was all about, knowing all too well packs that used she-wolves like the strikingly beautiful one that cowered behind him as they wished, was a pack she would fit in well with. His next question had her biting back a full blown smile, lips pressing into the same smirk as she looked over the male. He was confident, he had shown that from the very beginning. However, his intelligence definitely needed work, and she would absolutely show him that. Bringing herself to brush underneath his chin, her head brushed underneath his, smiling at his reaction. She flowed smoothly underneath him, flicking her tail underneath his chin once more, looking back with alluring aquamarine eyes. However, as quickly as that gaze locked onto him, her fangs were bearing towards him, grasping onto his scruff as she quickly kicked out his legs from underneath him. With his scruff held firmly in her mouth, she brought herself to push down on his windpipe, tongue darting out to lick at the small amount of blood she had drawn with her teeth. “Sweetie, I’m sure I’ll last a lot longer than you think,” She whispered, bringing her muzzle up to nip at his ear as she pushed herself away before he could retaliate. The action was over quickly, almost as if he had just slipped on the thin sheet of ice. The only evidence she had left behind was the small pinpricks of where her teeth had sunken into skin a bit too deep, a small amount of blood spilling. The smell was intoxicating, wanting to bring her back to the wolf and lick at the wound, wanting more to taste of him. But she pushed aside her urge, smirking down at him as she brought herself to stand with her haunches lowered, showing that she meant no other harm than to show him where his place was, and how easily she would be able to take him down if he were to get too cocky once more. The look on that handsome face of his was more than shocked, and slightly being impressed she had pinned him. “Awe was this your first time getting pinned by a girl?” She giggled, looking towards him. “Cause I’ll gladly do it again,” She lured him back with a wink, bringing him to gaze into her aquamarine eyes as she flicked her tail, smiling evilly, forgetting all about the small she-wolf that was witnessing the entire thing. Paladin Endymion Feyre |
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Apr 15, 2019 3:54:17 GMT -8
If this was heaven, then Endymion was no longer a sinner. Being wedged quite nicely between a small, meek and easily claimable she-wolf who's name and relations were important within a certain pack, and a creature of great interest who toyed with his lust as if she were a cat with a ball of yarn. It was an interesting situation that he had gotten himself into, but now wasn't the time to be thanking whatever god watched over him for these circumstances, because the beauty in front of him was smirking with a certain intellect shining in her aquamarine eyes. She certainly wasn't going to be as simple to toy with as the rest of his past playmates, but Endymion wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, especially such a uniquely beautiful challenge.
The brute was practically purring as she brushed herself under his chin once again, the slight warmth of the closeness of her body being a tease in such chilly weather conditions. But his stupid male brain had gotten the better of him, being too focused on the feel of her presence that he didn't notice she was moving on him until he felt her bury those deliciously sharp teeth into his scruff before she managed to knock him off his feet and into the icy snow. Endymion could only blink as she was suddenly pressing a paw against his windpipe, a chuckle of delight rolling through his body as she had begun to treat the same monster that had so gleefully ripped apart the Noctis Beta. Though the delicately placed swipe of her tongue against the beads of blood that had formed around her bite marks was the action that sent that rush of dopamine through his head. Her whispered words only added to his building lust, “Sweetie, I’m sure I’ll last a lot longer than you think,” oh who did this brilliant creature think she was, giving him such an excellent show? Endymion was nothing short of impressed at the female's dramatic touches, and he was especially thankful for the small nip that she gave to his ear which seemed to send him reeling back into his body after such an interesting experience.
Endymion was quick to return to his feet, careful not to slip on the ice just to land back on his ass again. Clear blue eyes were pointed back at her amused face, a smirk hiding in the corner of his maw as he watched the delight bloom over her features. “Awe was this your first time getting pinned by a girl? Cause I’ll gladly do it again,” the male gave a small snort at her remark before shaking his head in amusement . "I won't lie, I'm usually the one who's pinning the girls," he remarked smugly before taking a few steps towards her again, until he was breathing down her neck with a dangerous intimacy, "and if you're so eager to do it again, I'd suggest we find somewhere with a little bit more privacy," his whisper was meant just for her ears, making sure that the younger girl that sat behind them would continue to be excluded from the exchange. He pulled back a fraction before gently nipping one of her own large black ears, a small retaliation for what she had done to him.
Another deep chuckle thundered through his chest as he stepped back to stand closer to Feyre, creating a gaping distance between him and the stranger compared to the closeness they had shared only seconds before. "If you're so eager to prove yourself in Mortiul, then join us. A creature such as yourself would definitely make such a boring journey so much more interesting." Endymion suggested, raising a brow as he extended his invitation, hoping that the female would be keeping him company for longer than just these passing minutes.
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Apr 15, 2019 17:03:14 GMT -8
He was quickly back on his feet, something Yvaine had expected. He wasn’t one to just lay down and let a she-wolf walk all over him. And she liked that about him. With her light steps, she barely scratched the surface of the ice, being free from slipping and falling like the heavier wolves in front of her. She had been gifted with a light body and quick reflexes, making her the ultimate weapon to infiltrate and take out a pack swiftly, which she had done in her previous travels. But now, she had found a pack worthy to call her own, and she would be damned if she wasn’t going to join it. His response to her words had her eyes flickering once more into focus, looking towards the alluring baby blue that say in front of her, pulling her closer and wanting to continue their little game. But she knew that their little game had already come to an end, for now. He spoke with confidence, nearing her to return the favor of nipping at her ear, a small growl of delight coming from her at the bold action. It wasn’t common to find any that were brave enough to approach the confident she-wolf, and she gave a small bat of her paw against his chest, keeping it there for a second before removing it as he walked back to his little present. The she-wolf was definitely meant to produce well off offspring. By the looks of her pristine condition, he had been taking good care of her, and she smirked. Offerings such as her only came once in a blue moon, and if she accompanied the male, they would definitely be her ticket to get into the pack, if her skills weren’t impressive enough for the Alpha. But she knew they were, and no doubt she would prove useful for the plans that the male had waiting patiently, gathering every little piece before it would be executed. Endymion seemed to acknowledge her as an interesting opponent and companion, as he offered for her to join them. Her tail whisked behind her, the short ligament waving quietly behind her as she gave a nod of her head, bringing her stance to relax and gather near them once more, not taking any further glances at the she-wolf that was in tow, but instead kept gazing at the male beside her. She started walking, bringing herself to be walking a tail length in front of him before her ears perked, looking back at him. “It’s Yvaine by the way,” She said, voice laced with the same toxically pleasant tone she had used earlier. “We should get moving, this land isn’t too gracious with its prey offerings, and I’m sure you’ll want to keep your little gift well fed. If she’s to be used in the way you intend, she’ll need to be plump enough to produce viable offspring,” She said, eyes dangerously lingering on the little she-wolf as she spoke, wanting to invoke a reaction from her. She was so deliciously tempting already with her pristine condition, but Yvaine knew from experience that that alone would not be enough to bear a litter. Trailing her steps to wait, she looked back at him smirking. “Come on Endy we don’t have all year,” She said, a small smile dancing across her face at the new nickname she’d brought forth to call the male. Paladin Endymion Feyre |
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Mortiul
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Adramalech's Bitch
Female
1.5 Years
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Remember when A Series of Unfortunate Events was a book and not my life
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Post by Feyre on Apr 15, 2019 22:13:02 GMT -8
Sterling eyes were glued to the icy ground as if it was the most incredible thing she had seen in her life. She only wanted to look anywhere but at the interaction that was taking place right in front of her, the two mad wolves drooling over each other like they were prized bits of meat, yet somehow she had made it into their exchanges as Endymion's bushy tail collided with her face, drawing her attention as he spoke of her doom, "our treasure here is nothing but a gift for the Alpha to ravish in whatever way he pleases." Feyre felt the familiar taste of bile as it seared the back of her throat, images flashing through her head of things much worse than what her captor had done to her Beta. The Alpha that Endymion kept mentioning over the course of their travels had been used as a threat on more than one occasion, and she was convinced that he only ever talked about it because he loved watching the way that she squirmed when he did. Feyre closed her eyes as she tried to shut out the image of the mad-wolf that he loved describing, her limbs shaking ever so slightly as she became overwhelmed in her task of shutting things out. First, the conversation between Endymion and his new gal-pal, and now the thoughts of what awaited her when they finally reached Mortiul. The young she-wolf seemed to snap back to reality as her captor returned to her side, his sudden closeness upon opening her eyes making her flinch back slightly. Closeness from Endymion was usually accompanied with hissed threats about how he would love to gouge her eyes out and feel them pop between his teeth, or growled remarks about how pretty her coat would look if he decided to wear it over his shoulders. Just a few horrors that he had managed to conjure for her to see in her dreams when she tried so desperately to sleep at night. But these were not issues for her to be thinking about at this moment in time, as her ears tuned back in to hear him inviting this stranger to join them in the trip to Mortiul. It was dread that slapped her across the face as the newly introduced Yvaine already began to make plans about their movements, not forgetting to remind Feyre about certain standards that were expected of her in order to server her purpose in Mortiul. The youngling's gilded cranium remained lowered, not wanting to meet the lingering aquamarine gaze that stared at her with an unnerving hunger. All she could do was put one paw in front of the other as the trio began to move, hoping that someone would do anything to put her out of her misery. Mercenary Yvaine |
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Mortiul
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Paladin
Male
3.5 Years
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18 Posts
Whoops, my god complex was showing.
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Apr 16, 2019 2:43:37 GMT -8
Endymion didn't hesitate to follow the female as she started walking, her long legs making quick and easy work of the unstable terrain, while he was channelling all of his willpower into staying upright against the friction of the slick sheets of ice and snow under-paw. His dignity was something that he cherished, and he wasn't about to loose it to his new companion by slipping and breaking his ass. Large ears twitched as she spoke again, those same sultry tones twisting to form a name that rolled off her tongue with a skilled delicacy. Yvaine. He whispered her name under his breath, practicing the feel of it against his own tongue before he smiled at how sweet it felt as it fell with his breath.
“We should get moving, this land isn’t too gracious with its prey offerings, and I’m sure you’ll want to keep your little gift well fed. If she’s to be used in the way you intend, she’ll need to be plump enough to produce viable offspring,” baby blue eyes were instantly pinned on Feyre, eager to catch the slight revolt that always shook her body whenever such topics were mentioned. It was amusing to watch as she averted her gaze yet failed to hide the obvious disgust and terror that painted her face. Endymion chuckled, yet was soon caught off guard by a name that had never been used to refer to him before. Endy. Endy? Endy's brows furrowed as he mulled the nickname over in his head, trying to decide if he liked it or not. He supposed it was passable if someone like Yvaine was the one to call him something like that, but if someone like Feyre ever had the balls to use such a nickname, they'd quickly find themselves without a throat. A cheeky grin crossed his maw as he came to this conclusion, before quickly coming up with a retaliation to Yvaine's pet name for him.
"Well, Vay, do you know about any other routes that would be better than this one?" Endymion teased, proud of the name that he had given her and also curious to know if she had a good answer to his inquiry. He hoped she would give an answer that would relieve them from this waste-land-hell. If he slipped on one more sheet of ice he was going to start crying out of sheer frustration. Besides, the last thing he had been able to feed Feyre was a scrawny rabbit that had clearly run out of the energy it needed to escape his unforgiving jaws, and that had been a couple of days ago. What was the point in bringing along such a prize if she wasn't going to be presented in the best condition he could possibly offer? |
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Mortiul
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Mercenary
Female
4 Years
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18 Posts
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on May 1, 2019 22:32:49 GMT -8
The Maned wolf watched as the little she-wolf turned her face away in disgust, trying to hide it from her and her keeper, but it hadn’t worked. A wicked grin was placed on her face. Such things bothered her, and it proved to work to get the she-wolf’s attention. She would know that Yvaine, much like Endy, were the ones that held her life in their paws. They were what would keep her alive, and would kill her if it came time and she proved too difficult to keep. Although she was a beauty, Yvaine knew that there had to be pretty she-wolves that would work as an offering for when they reached the borders. However, they would keep this one alive, mostly due to Endy. She wasn’t one to listen to others often, but she would comply with his wishes, especially since he was so much fun to tease and play with. Her nickname for him seemed to catch his attention, the gears visibly turning in his head as he thought it over. She was never afraid of calling other wolves shortened versions of their names, never afraid of their reaction. She often had them wrapped around her paw by the time she formulated one. And even if this male was one of the tougher ones, and sprouted more of a challenge, her charms worked on him as well. As he finally decided to accept it, she smirked. Even if he hadn’t and asked her to not call him that, she would refuse. That was his new name from her. He was branded with it now, and that would be the only way she would refer to him. Whether to annoy him into liking it or not. He asked a question, the nickname that rolled from his tongue chiming through her ears as she didn’t let it affect her too much. She was called many things, but this nickname was unique to Endymion himself, and much like he was thinking, she wouldn’t let anyone even start to call her that. Their throats would be at the mercy of her teeth if they were to do so, and she would not hesitated to rip their vocals from them if they continued to use it. He asked her if she knew of a better way, but she simply danced her way to his side, seeing the frustration radiating from him with the icy ground below proving difficult for him, while she made it look like a cakewalk. “I sadly do not my dear Endy,” She said, looking towards him. “But I’m sure if we head to the outskirts of this territory, we’ll run into less icy areas, and a safe path to travel to this pack you speak of,” She chided, looking towards him. She trotted towards the west, knowing that the outskirts lay there. From there, they would be able to head safely north, where she presumed the back was. She had traveled far enough South and back to know it wasn’t there. Trotting forward with a pleasant skip to her step, she led the way to the edge of the territory, and from there, they would head towards the pack they targeted: Mortiul. -Exit to Mortiul Borders- Paladin Endymion Feyre |
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