Ignasia
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Nanny
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3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Jul 28, 2017 18:19:54 GMT -8
Her blue bird, whom she had named Rupert, had quickly run out of trees in the Brush Land, so soon, Maleah was simply following him as he soared carefree through the air. Her tense frame hadn't changed its perfect form. Her posture was as low as it could go, her tail was wedged firmly up against her stomach, and her ears were flattened firmly against her skull. The area Rupert had lead her to was much more barren, which was a positive and a negative. Other wolves couldn't hide themselves from her and ambush her as easily, but she was out in the open, and other wolves could see her much easier. To solve part of this problem, Maleah had tucked her frame in the shadows of the boulders that littered the landscape as she followed her bird. Her russet and black pelt concealed her well, and her small stature made her less noticeable as she moved. However, soon she ran out of rocks, and had to slink out in the open. The constantly terrified she-wolf set her mind to watching Rupert fly, matching his wing beats with her reluctant strides. Maleah ever so slowly began to relax as she harmonized with Rupert's movements. He was safe in the sky; she was safe on the ground. For a few minutes Maleah almost walked normally, but her frame still hunched itself over and stayed relatively close to the ground. Tightness in her chest released itself, allowing her to take the first few normal breaths she had taken in a while. Yellow-green eyes locked themselves on Rupert and Maleah simply followed, like a puppy following its mother. Completely unfocused, Maleah was only using her sense of sight and touch to maneuver the landscape. For a few minutes she had peace. That peace was harshly shattered when her nose kicked back into gear after she hear a series of very close growls. Blood. It was blood. There was the scent of blood everywhere. It drowned the she-wolf's nose, she almost gagged at the first inhale of it. Her small body snapped back into place and locked again, but this time it stayed standing. Her gaze finally off Rupert, she could see exactly why the revolting scent lay so thick in the air. A large group of wolves stood close by. Most of them did at least. One lay completely still, practically torn to shreds, while another stood covered in crimson poison. There was no escaping this time. She was eye shot after stupidly following Rupert out in the open. Tears would have rushed to her eyes as she realized that it was now that she was going to die, but her body was petrified, not even allowing her to move. The whites of her eyes shone brightly as she sparatically flicked her gaze between every wolf in the group, spotting one that was being shoved to the ground. That would be her, except fangs would be on her throat. Instinctively she copied the position that the other male was being forced into, hoping that it would spare her an extra few seconds. Her already submissive frame slowly, ever so slowly, moved to the ground, not wanting to anger the wolves in front of her. If she could gather the mental strength to move her limbs backwards, she would, but her brain was in such a panic that she was rooted to the spot. Shallow breaths were the only sound she made as her belly fur hit the grass in her shrunken posture. The scent of death clung to the air, and every breath she took almost caused her to cough and throw up. The result was a very labored, fast breathing that had the occasional muffled cough as Maleah was stuck in terror. She could feel her head growing light as she hyperventilated, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Yellow-green eyes rolled back and her entire frame relaxed as she passed out. It was the most peaceful second of her life she had experienced since her pack disbanded, but waking up was a rude shock, and obvious due to her body's reaction. Deep breathing and relaxed muscles morphed in less than a second into a muffled gasp and her entire body tensing instantly. How stupid she was, why didn't she just breath deeper before? These wolves could have killed her in those three seconds of vulnerability that was even greater than that of her conscious state. On the ground and terrified, Maleah froze, her eyes flicking through all of the forms that could have killed her, continuously being drawn back to the dead wolf and the wolf that obviously had killed him. She knew well what the greatest submission posture was, it was a stomach exposed in the air, but these was no way she was going to do that without being forced to in order to save her life. Exposing her organs to this group would mean certain death in Maleah's mind, so she stayed upright, her tail invisible under her trembling frame, her spine arched to make the form on the ground even smaller, her ears as far back as possible, and her head lowered and tucked to her chest, not exposing her neck. She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and wait for death, but she also wanted to know which wolf was going to kill her, so they stayed open, focused mainly on the she-wolf attacking the tawny male, and the blood covered demon. OOC Note: I do not actually want Maleah to die! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 22:16:20 GMT -8
Elysia
"Faking a smile is so much easier than explaining why you're sad,"
A cold wind ravaged Elysia's thick pelt as her creamy form trotted into the valley. She had been lurking around the edge of this group for a few days now, the scents of multiple wolves intriguing the she-wolf, yet a lack of self-confidence kept her from approaching. But the air had felt different this morning as she had awoken to the thick and putrid scent of wolf blood which tainted what used to be a gentle breeze that carried the tease of a distant ocean. It was the startling stench that had drawn her closer to the group than she had ever been before, aquamarine and opal visages being able to count that there were indeed as many wolves as the scent-markers had led her to believe. Standing on the edge of something so massively tragic sent of spike of fear pummelling through her body like a spear. Elysia had been on her own for five months now, the loneliness that had accompanied her almost felt tangible, but now that she was looking upon actual living beings that had the potential of keeping her company, she felt hollow at the realisation of just how desperate she had been for some kind of interaction.
Elysia couldn't stop herself from circling around this group, curiosity controlling her like a drug as she eventually found herself gaining on an onyx male who's coat was soaked with blood. What had happened here? Was he hurt? She couldn't really tell if that was his blood or someone else's, but she did know that one of those thoughts scared her more than the other. Elys felt the shiver snake it's way down her spine in one of the most disturbing ways possible, and fear was beginning to gather within her head like an indescribable weight. But she didn't want to be alone anymore, she couldn't be alone anymore. Elysia needed someone to feed off of in an emotional and sheep-like context. It was this that urged her to talk a step towards the onyx beast.
"Hello there!" She said quite suddenly as she practically crept up behind his larger figure, which was probably an idiotic move on her part, but there were so many other thoughts and fears that were clouding her sense of judgement. Elysia simply stood there as she awaited the male's response, her body held loosely and her ivory head cocked to the side in the slightest. She had no idea that she would probably soon learn exactly who these wolves were.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 17:06:51 GMT -8
. : .Time Skip: 2 Weeks. : .
The light of dawn against the valley walls cast long shadows across the ground. The patches of light against dark left the waking she-wolf’s pelt mottled in pale silver and twilight gray. Morning had come, and with it lingered some of the night’s chill, despite the sun having begun to rise. Such was a sign that autumn was indeed on the approach. Koa stood from her resting place as the final moments of turbulent slumber lost their grip on her, leaving her awake and aware in the real world - though she was unsure whether her dreams or reality were more complicated.
The past two weeks had been long and strange, to say the very least. Fukar, Paloma, and the rest of the group had vanished without a trace after the takeover of the valley territory. Koa could only pray that her friends had made it out alive, as she had yet to see their bloodied corpses dragged to Adramalech’s feet by his siblings. Perhaps they had continued on to the Rocklands after her disappearance. She didn’t want to imagine the alternative.
Even so, the silver female supposed that she was better off than many of the other rogues under the obsidian male’s rule. She had yet to face attack from any of the cruel - and in a case or two, deranged - wolves that led them. Adramalech had declared upon that very first day that no one was to harm her, a fact that almost unquestionably had saved her the pain that others, like Ako and Gryffin, had faced over the past days. Koa had tended carefully to the wounds many of her new companions had received the day the group had overtaken those within the valley, though nothing she could have done would have taken away the full extent of their pain.
A sharp bark resonated through the valley, a clear summons. Koa’s silver cranium swung slowly toward its source even as her paws had already begun to move. The massive onyx brute responsible looked out over the gathering wolves before speaking. "It has been many days since we first conquered this valley and it is time to move on.” So they were leaving the valley, it would seem. The female wondered where they might be headed to, but she did not ask. The answer to that question would present itself in due time if it they were to know in the near future. “However, ranks are in order for those that have been here long enough. Ako and Gryffin." The names were snarled with bitter disdain. "Ako, you'll be nothing but an Omega, prepare for your position as you will be the one we take out frustrations out on. Gryffin as well.” Drifting momentarily from her compliant gaze toward the ebony brute, Koa cast a quick glance toward the two wolves in question. Their fury seemed clear enough, though she could only hope that they would not voice it.
"Koa,” Adramalech continued, the silver female snapping her attention back to him, “you will be our Salutary. You will take care of all other wounds and will report directly to me." Koa dipped her head toward him, a quiet nod of acceptance, resignation, and understanding. She had been given her role, her orders. It was up to her from then on to adhere to them.
The male continued on yet again, finishing out by assigning ranks to those closer to his inner circle. "Salem, you will be General, and Bellatrix you will remain unranked. My brother and sister will be the Betas of the packs, and Suki the Delta. These ranks will be concrete until I decide otherwise. If you have an issue, feel free to keep your mouth shut.”
"No!" The single, snarled word shattered any stillness that might have fallen, that single shout of rebellion from Gryffin. The black male surged toward his twin of hue, but by a single glance anyone could tell that he would be significantly outmatched. Ako seemed to realize this as well, the gray female rushing forward to latch onto the scruff of Gryffin’s neck. Koa could do no more than stand by and watch as the events unfolded before her. A part of her felt like a coward. The other was disappointed; how could no one else see that there were better ways to solve this?
"I'm tired of your constant disrespect towards myself and my siblings,” Adramalech growled toward his assailant. “From the disrespect that Delta, you and Ako have portrayed in the past couple of weeks. This is the last thing you wanted to do."
Quickly and harshly, the ebony male was ripped from Ako’s grasp right before Koa’s wide and horrified lavender eyes. The battle became a blur before her. The biting, the clawing, the blood. She squeezed her eyes shut, mentally begging for it all to stop. Each and every pained yelp, every sickening thump of Gryffin’s body against the earth beneath them screamed in the female’s ears. Koa’s stomach churned. Please. Please, please, please, just stop.
And then, a scream that made her blood run cold.
On and on and on the screaming went, sending chills along her spine. His fear, his pain, she could hear it all, feel it all in that one horrific sound. Finally, as the screams cut short, Koa knew the male’s end had come. Her eyes drifted slowly open, and no ounce of restraint could stop the gasp that passed through her lips. Gryffin’s ebony form was darker than ever, soaked in crimson blood. He was disfigured, broken in every way. His eyes were gone, and his throat with them. Adramalech stood over the lifeless corpse.
"That's what happens when you disobey."
A low whimper escaped the usually-reserved female. There was no disguising the terror in her eyes, the horror with which she now looked toward her obsidian leader after what she had witnessed. A quick glance told her that his wounds were few and far between, if any at all. With her duty as salutary complete, she hung her head, trying to keep her eyes away from Gryffin’s mangled body.
The female was unsure how much time passed as she stood there. Seconds? Minutes? Who could tell? Slowly, however, more and more scents began to build up around them. Perhaps it was the scent of blood that had brought them, or maybe rumors of the havoc reigning supreme over these lands. Perhaps it was the worst mistake of their life.
The first new voice she heard was close by. All too close. It sent her head snapping in its direction. "Hello there!" The voice belonged to a pale, sandy female, who had come up just behind Adramalech. Koa’s eyes widened in shock. Glancing between the newcomer and the black brute in front of her, the silver female’s expression held a message: Stay the hell away. Stay safe.
Alpha Adramalech
@elysia
@everyoneelse
OOC: Koa’s a little scared now I suppose xD Sorry for the long wait and the terrible post! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 20:25:33 GMT -8
They'd skinned their princely beauty with a refined, attentive rigor, taking care to not tear at the pale, alabaster pelt. Filthily matted fur had been cut with careful, wary precision, precariously separated from soft hide. Suffocating their sorry target had proven an excellent choice, leaving them only the preexisting mud and mats; both of which swiftly washed out with a whisk through the blue Lubruscan bay. Despite the wolf's thin, wretched form, he'd wielded a wonderfully beautiful hide, a lovely, ornamental luxury among the finest the pair'd ever produced. As they'd traveled, the pelt lay stretched loosely over the length of broad, oaken shoulders, a tiny, brief testament of their own brutality; a well-appreciated warning within the windswept plains. Waning, soft whispers had told them tales of the valley wolves's treachery, detailing a degree of destruction and violence only capable of being wielded by the most savage of wolves. Vision upon vision guided them to this barren plain; the sharp, pungent scents of destruction, blood, death reeking from cramped, rank corners. Rumors had established an ebony-black brute as the chief tyrant, assisted by a pair of wildly unpredictable wolves as they'd purged the plain from its formerly established packs, birthing the beginnings of an expansive, harsh empire. With their rise, they'd soar. "Tread lightly, my love," he cautioned, brushing his beloved's shoulder with a light affection. "The wolves here walk dangerous paths. Why, surely you've seen..." Crimson eyes half-glazed as he recalled half-muddled screams of indistinguishable wolves, the stench of fizzling, torn flesh as blood softly bubbled from their wounds, the workings of his night visions. While unclear, they'd provided the pair enough information to come to a final conclusion of where they were to next fulfill their lord's work. "Nevermind. They cannot be of us, as we cannot be of them. Nonetheless, our lord has deemed them necessary." A salmon tongue swiped over his jaws, licking the last remnants of blood from his fur. "And thus goes with god - our god - that alongside them, we too will rise. Be wary; be humble; bow without the slightest hint of hesitation. Approach the way you would a king," he swiped his tongue over her muzzle in a gentle kiss. "We too, will be royalty soon enough." The stench of blood had permeated the arid valley air; a stark, abrupt warning to wandering outsiders. One by one, the valley wolves slipped into view. First, a mottled brown male pinned beneath a browned mix of tawny onyx; a giddy, childish glint of joy lingering just behind orange, amber orbs, tearing his fresh, tender flesh with adamant, eager anticipation. However, just beyond them lay the real sight to behold, a bloodied carcass mutilated beyond all recognition, long, thin limbs cracked and contorted at oddly unnatural angles, as small, thin slivers of blood trickled beyond closed black lids. A wide array of (assumably) pack wolves surveyed the scene before them; a few cackling, wonderful amused with the display, while others cowered in trembling, wide eyed terror. The oaken giant passed them without a wisp of attention, a single, lingering second glance, his amber gaze fixed on the one that towered above them all with a silent admiration. An ebony, amber-eyed demon coated in crimson blood, radiating fearful respect and quiet adoration from the lot of his wolves - surely, why surely - this was the wolf they'd been searching for, the ruler that governed the valley with a wonderfully violent callousness. The oaken brute strode past with perfect, deliberate slowness, taking care to ensure he'd assumed the proper posture when approaching wolves of this rank. Regardless of rank, regardless of place or position, here, this wolf reigned supreme. Thick, tawny fur lay flatly against his broad haunches as he slowly haltered a foot away, dipping his giant head in humble sign of submission. Softly, he slipped off the prince's young pelt, setting the soft down before his superior's paws with a respectful, admiring stare. "A gift, my lord." He spoke, his voice holding a faint, quiet firmness. "We humbly request a private audience. We have a proposal you may find most intriguing." Tagged: Alpha Adramalech , @lilith , @marusya , @nyrein |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 13:17:42 GMT -8
Marusya
It took a long while for Maru to take her eyes off of the pelt. The way it moved on Koga's shoulders amazed her, for the beauty seemed to shine brighter with movement. Through their journey to the rocky land, the two had experienced several visions together. Detailing a destructive and tyranical group. While Marusya was intimidated by her visions, Koga seemed to grow thirstier. What would quench his thirst, Maru did not know, but she knew that talking with the trio would help them. She was worried though, if things did not go to her mate's liking. She could feel the pressure now. She was indeed bearing pups and this only made her more anxious. Half of her hoped they would attack her so she would loose them and the other half hoped she would grow to love the experience.
While Koga seemed to be most enthusiastic of the obsidian brute's tales, Marus was more interested in the rare spoken word of this sister. Some of the rumors spoke of a Trio, while others only spoke of the King here. Perhaps there was a reason for it. Perhaps not. Either way, she wondered if a she-wolf with such power could teach her anything of confidence. Eyes moving from the ground to the pelt, her ears flickered as her love began to speak.
"Tread lightly, my love," the kind words and touch from her lover sent a grin across her face. Her shoulder would lightly graze his hind legs as she stood at respectful distance behind her lover and king. "The wolves here walk dangerous paths. Why, surely you've seen... Nevermind. They cannot be of us, as we cannot be of them. Nonetheless, our lord has deemed them necessary. - And thus goes with god - our god - that alongside them, we too will rise. Be wary; be humble; bow without the slightest hint of hesitation. Approach the way you would a king, - We too, will be royalty soon enough."
Marusya hummed in agreement with every word. Of course, she had not seen what he had seen. While their visions were similar, they were never exact. His would always hold more detail, plans, and what their God truly wanted them to do. Her own visions lacked consistency and strength, but she also received the message that was needed to receive. And if not, she would follow Koga to hell's gate if need be. Although, what had her mind going was his last few words. Royalty. Would she finally get the life she deserved. Probably not, she would always be a servant in her mind's eye. She was raised that way and she would die that way. Except she would die serving the one she loved. Chocolate orbs starred at her mate longingly until the stench of blood hit her and immediately her facade was on.
Marusya was about to stop at the sight of the wolves but her mate kept going. Without hesitation or showing signs of fear, she followed in step behind him. Her heart was stilled against this type of horror, memories flashed before her eyes but she kept composed. Those beatings were not triggers of hers, but something she learned to be strong against, and with Koga by her side, she had nothing to fear. The blood stench though made her mouth water. She had grown considerably hungrier was days passed. Her small frame could not support pups if she did not consume more food, and she would need to. Perhaps, she could feed off the wolf if they would let her.
Maru did not eye the corpse for long, but kept her head forward and eyes at the obsidian males feet. She would let her mate do the speaking, for now. If he seemed to have said something wrong, or she thought she could add something to what he's said, she'll pipe up, but otherwise she'll remain silent and stoic next to his side. "A gift, my lord," her mate spoke as the alabaster pelt was laid before them. How beautiful that would look riding on the ebony brutes shoulders. As her mate bowed, so did she, her head going lower, nose almost touching the ground. "We request a private audience. We have a proposal you may find most intriguing." At least she hoped the ebony male will find their proposal intriguing. She knew of what is to be discussed but did not know all the details. She wondered if the ebony master would leave her here and only give audience to Koga. She kind of hoped he would so she might discuss with one of the more confident she-wolves.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 20:07:32 GMT -8
The mottled-brown male had risen far before Adra's sharp, angered snarl, observing his ornery companion's plight with playful, whimsy amusement. Always fascinating, the way those lean, blanched limbs twitched with jolting, tiny jerks; the curling, slow cusp of her upper lip as she exposed sharp, yellowed canines. Brash, gravelly barks suddenly broke from her maw, punctuated by a short, well-placed snap; the crazed brute could hardly resist tossing a few of his own into the fray, a tiny, fueling tease, and then, as unexpectedly as it'd come, it left, suddenly leaving its young, ivory target with little more then a mildly annoyed expression. "Sleep well?" Beel quipped as she awoke, unable to conceal a wonderfully amused cackle as he nudged her to her paws. Adra's harsh calls had broken just barely through the thickness of their walls, beckoning a swift assembly in the heart of their callously barren camp. The pair would assemble with sullen, wary silence as he delivered his message, but for now, they'd share the same giddy, childish glee; the marbled, onyx mix chuckling softly at Suki's whimsy, looping walk, making a long, ditsy loop of his own as he ambled, before he would have to assume sharp attentiveness as they assumed their place in Adra's court. "It has been many days since we first conquered this valley," Adra calmly announced, overlooking the entourage with a watchful, attentive eye. Beel's ears perked in adamant, eager, anticipation, excitedly clinging to each turn of phrase. "And it is time to move on. However, ranks are in order for those that have been here long enough." Ako and Gryffin were first, omegas, a sharp bite to the tongue hardly succeeding in stifling his laughter. Why, slaves would've suited them better, a far more fitting title for the ex-alpha and her butler. It'd been long, too long since they'd had such high caliber play things, he chuckled, offhandedly glancing over his shoulder to survey the scene. While Suki growled softly at Ako's irritably arched fur, he snapped his jaws, playfully jerking his muzzle towards Ako in quiet invitation. Dinner and a show wrapped all in a pathetically torn package. Next came Koa, Salutary. He couldn't help but cheekily trail his tail along the arch of Suki's spine as she squealed in delight. Adra and Koa might bear lovely beauties indeed - but they - they could have something special. Bellatrix, Unranked, Salem, General, Beelzebub, beta. A perfectly fitting position for him and his sister, ruling at right hand to Adramalech. Suki gave him a hazy nudge of congratulations, a tiny affection he returned as Adra announced her rank, Delta. A wonderful arrangement. Beaming with pride, he followed his crazed, ivory companion's gaze, shifting just in time to witness Gryffin, the cocky, overly-conceited prick, leap for Adra's throat, jaws outstretched in a mad attempt of obtaining freedom. The stench of blood struck him with full, wrenching force as the lovely, crimson liquid fizzled up from Gryffin's wounds, permeating every pore. Callous, manic cackles broke from his throat as his breath haltered, bold, constant buzzes slowly building in his ears. What had previously been a dull, everyday arrangement had shifted into something far more festive, a fantastic display for the pair to enjoy. A small, thin sliver of saliva dripped from dark jaws, his tongue heavily, painfully dry as slick, red substance haphazardly splattered. He could practically taste it, the sharp, ironish scent lingering just a top his tongue- "Hello there!" A small, alabaster beauty had silently crept in close, far too close to Adramalech for his fucking comfort. For a moment, the mottled brown male stared in stunned disbelief, unable to understand how she had possibly managed to slip in so closely undetected. Perhaps he'd lost himself in bloodlusting fantasies longer then he'd made himself aware. And then, as suddenly as he'd lost it, he'd regained it. "And just who the fuck do you think you are?" He spat, fur bristled in an angered, brazen arch. If the slim, wiry she-wolf hadn't fled, he'd lunge forward, leaping over Adra to seize her scruff between finely pointed fangs, perhaps a bit harsher then he needed to. Crazed, wicked cackles loosed from his throat as he dragged his tiny, ivory target center-stage, jaws steeled and dripping with delight. What a wonderful array of possibilities. Perhaps he'd puncture a hole in her thin, lovely throat, or put on a mock display of the scene that'd transpired moments prior. He shoved his muzzle close, frighteningly close to her own as he contemplated the countless possibilities. It was then she came into view, fully came into view, with her wide-eyed, innocence and idiotic naivities. No, death would be wasted on her. But she'd be a beautiful breeder. "Let's see, what do we have here?" He cackled, tossing her to the ground with a cruel amusement, his tone high-pitched, taunting. "Aw, poor wittle puppy's wost her way. She's a sweetie, ain't she Suki? And just about the age we'd been wanting too!" He whistled jovially, analyzing the newcomer with a wary, analytical eye. "She's perfect! Now, play nice with your new chewtoy," he quipped, his jaws snapping inches, centimeters from her muzzle. "We don't want her breaking." A wide array of sharp, fresh scents had pierced the air; bright-eyed new blood with little idea of what they were about to fall into. Well, perhaps one did; a small, timid she-wolf that had already slipped into submissive postures, shaking in terror. Roughly, he shoved his sandy pale target closer towards her, unable to resist a slight amusement at her expense. Gravelly, low growls built deeply within his throat as he assumed his position over the tawny-brown trembler, allowing a few stringy, thin strands to drip from his jaws. Slightly, every slightly, they opened, positioned with precarious effort on either side of her neck as they suddenly jerked shut, hopefully eliciting a terrified squeal on her own half as she felt his fang tips scrape her skin. "Wouldn't want that now, would we?" He giggled, his gaze slowly meeting that of the other two wolves with a wild, half-crazed stare. "Then get the fuck over here!" OOC: First post as Beel; hope it's alright<3 Vi, feel free to message me if there's anything that you'd like me to change. Tagged: Alpha Adramalech , @ako , @alpine , @baby ,@bellatrix ,@elysia ,@lilith , Maleah , @salem , @suki |
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Ignasia
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Nanny
Female
3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Aug 9, 2017 0:02:51 GMT -8
Glistening yellow-green eyes flicked haphazardly around her. For a few seconds, no one around her moved. It was the worst few seconds. In her scarred mind, they were communicating with tiny body language, deciding on who was going to kill her. Her mind reeled as she made her own roster of candidates. There was of course the wretched leader; he was already covered in blood, what was a little more on his fangs? Secondly, the multi-coloured bitch that had her fangs in the tawny male's head. She was obvious violent, and Maleah's tiny, trembling form was a much easier target than the male. Those were the two most obvious murderer options. Any and all of the other wolves were also likely going to kill her, and why wouldn't they. When one fights, when one dies, the rest want to fight as well. Her eyes blinked rapidly as they refocused. She had lost herself in her tense daydream of death, a mistake that if she made it through this ordeal, she would patronize herself for until the end of time. Inhaling shakily, a plethora of new scents his her square in the muzzle. One was the overwhelming scent of more death. Bile rose to her throat, but she didn't dare open her mouth and release it. Vomiting on the lands of psychotic wolves was a death sentence in and of itself. Briefly, very briefly, Maleah flicked her gaze to the newcomers, her heart dropping through her chest at the sight. The young mind had never seen such brutality in her life. Choking back a sob, the Iberian wolf moved her gaze back to the onyx demon. She had no desire to see that sight ever again in her life. Alas it wasn't up to her what her eyes saw. The pair of newly arrived wolves were either a part of the group, or simply were smart or stupid enough to approach their fates. Either way, they approached, bringing the nightmarish sight back into full view. Laying flat over the male's shoulders, a thin white layer of fur. It wasn't his however. Under the alabaster was his true colors, oak and cremes layering over his muscles. The coat he covered himself with was a pelt. Not that of an elk or deer, but of a wolf. It was unmistakable. As they bowed and spoke to the demon, another thought sent yet another wave of terror through the small she-wolf. Where was the body? How was the crisp white so clean? A shudder passed through her coiled frame, almost indistinguishable from the trembling she involuntarily experienced. At last, her nightmares were confirmed. One of the wolves had noticed her. He was a mottled grey, and from the single glance when she caught his eyes, they were crazy. Such a mistake, looking into his eyes. He might just kill her in the same way that the nameless wolf had with whomever now lay dead. Unmistakable growls rumbled from the male as he drew closer. Closer. Closer. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body tensed completely, her trembling now barely existent as her muscles kept her as still as a boulder. With her ears pressed firmly against her skull and her eyes squeezed shut, she could tell exactly where the potent male had stopped. It soon became obvious. Sticky strands of liquid drizzled themselves on the back of her ears. He was on top of her. This was the end. With most of her senses blocked off, Maleah presumed that he would go for the throat. Unless he was like the other male, and wanted to torture her before death. His raggedy breaths drew closer and closer to the back of her neck. For a few seconds, she could have sworn that his breath was condensing in the russet and black fur around her neck. With his jaws around her neck, Maleah kept her muscles clenched. Sheer terror washed over the she-wolf. One powerful bite and it would be over. Completely. A sudden pressure from the crazed male above her pushed out a spontaneous exhale, vibrating through her vocal chords in a sharp, high-pitched yelp. "Wouldn't want that now, would we?" his voice came as he laughed. As of now, she had been too afraid to let her tears flow. The closest brush with death the she-wolf had ever experienced broke her walls and liquid salt began to flow from her eyes. Her small form sobbed miserably, her frame trembling softly, occasionally being wracked with large tremors as she inhaled. "Then get the fuck over here!" The crazy male bellowed. He was going to kill her. If these wolves didn't do what he said, in her mind, she was dead. Not that she wasn't already dead because of her predicament. As she sobbed, she tried her hardest to hide her vocalizations. Even so, high-pitched hiccups still flowed freely every time Maleah sucked in a gulp of air, and a soft whine escaped her lips as she cried. No words came out of her mouth. No one had asked her to speak, and she didn't think she could if she tried. She was trying to stop, she really was, but once the pent up waterworks began flowing, it was extraordinarily difficult to stop them. She knew her crying was annoying, it was raising the already impossibly high probability of dying. She highly doubted that the murders around her would tolerate her sobs for long. Only a fraction of her terrified brain thought for a fraction of a second that they might just let her go. To her, the only possible outcome of her situation was her death.
She had signed her life away when she had lost herself following a blue bird.
@beelzebub Alpha Adramalech @baby @ako @alpine @bellatrix @lilith @elysia @koa @salem @suki |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 3:17:07 GMT -8
Elysia
"Faking a smile is so much easier than explaining why you're sad,"
It was at that moment that Elysia noticed the most important detail to the scene that lay before her; it wasn't the malice that gleamed in the onyx-demon's fiery eyes, but it was the pile of blood and bone that the innocent she-wolf glimpsed over his shoulder. Her heterochromatic eyes were stuck staring at the lump of a defiled corpse as vomit steadily began to burn the base of her throat. The wolf that she had approached was wearing someone else's blood, someone that he had killed. Elysia choked back the tears of fright that had began to build in the corner of her eyes as she realised just how much shit she had walked into, and all because she wanted 'friends'. How idiotic.
"And just who the fuck do you think you are?" A harsh and guttural voice sent the fur on her nape spiking in fright, aqua and white optics shifting to see a beastly male leaping for her with jaws aimed specially for her. All Elysia could do was let a squeal of shock rattle from her vocals as she was knocked off her feet by the sheer size of the brute that had grabbed her scruff between his yellowed teeth. Elys couldn't move, she didn't know what to do or where her fate lay at this point, all she could do was gasp for air as she tried to regain a sense of stability before she was practically tossed in the middle of the scene. Her bones sang songs of pain as her body found it's place on the ground between the mottled brute that had grabbed her and another white she-wolf.
Elysia yelped as the assailants muzzle was shoved oh-so dangerously close to her own, those blazing eyes of his screaming tales of death and pain. She felt her limbs begin to quiver under his harsh and breaking gaze. "Let's see, what do we have here?" His voice alone was spine-curling, and his presence was something that Elys only imagined to find in the deepest of nightmares, yet here he was toying with her life like a string held between the gleaming blades of a weaver's clippers, inches away from severing her existence with a clean snip of her spinal cord.
"Aw, poor wittle puppy's wost her way. She's a sweetie, ain't she Suki? And just about the age we'd been wanting too!" Elysia didn't care that he mocked her as she ducked her head into the cover of her paws. She had experienced worse in the terms of words, but she would have given anything to get away from those fucking eyes that were enough to burn a hole straight through her head. All she could do was glance towards the white female that she guessed was the one named Suki, a pleading expression flooding her face as she looked for any amount of mercy or thought from the she-wolf who seemed to be a companion of the mottled bastard that she couldn't even force herself to look at anymore.
"She's perfect! Now, play nice with your new chewtoy, we don't want her breaking." The sound of his teeth clacking at her muzzle sent a jolt through her spine, fear and adrenaline spiking her every nerve as she continued to focus on Suki. Elysia couldn't form a plead in her mouth, nothing but a whimper to escape her maw as she realised that the impact from the male dropping her to the ground earlier had left quite a stinging pain to flare through her ribs and hips. She could only pray that the she-wolf would be more forgiving than the last stranger.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 12:41:39 GMT -8
Tovah padded down through-out the rather quiet forest, weaving past trees and overgrowth, her paws evading fallen twigs and dried leaves to prevent causing unnecessary noise. Her ears then perked up and she halted for a moment as she heard faint rustling a few feet away from herself, a sign of either prey or... Unluckily, a predator. She knew bears loved to roam around these parts, however, there was only one time the independent young wolf had to defend herself against the horrid beasts. And she nearly lost her back leg from the battle. Shuttering from the terrible memory, she swiftly crouched her body down and laid her ears back, ready to attack whomever or whatever was there.
After a second, an average sized rabbit hopped out from it's hiding spot, revealing itself to Tovah with it's eyes wide and nose twitching fearfully. It had sensed she was there, but wasn't running. It made her curious at first before it left as soon as the thought passed her mind. It was being chased by something else, and with her not hungry, she assumed it made it's quick escape due to that reason. But she wasn't just going to stick around to find out, so she waited for a moment of silence to pass before she continued her practically endless journey further away from the deepest area of the forest. Hoping to find a source of water to quench her now rising thirst.
((OOC: Hello everyone! It's been quite a while since I've done a forum roleplay, so please forgive my short starter.))
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Mortiul
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Aug 17, 2017 10:05:08 GMT -8
Adramalech was proud of his bloody mess that he had created. The body of the one of the wolves that had been irritating him since he started his conquest now lay mutilated on the ground. It pleased the male to see this, but it seemed to some wolves, it was not something to be proud about. He hoped that Koa didn't think worse of him. But at that thought, Adramalech simply made himself not look at the she-wolf. He didn't need something like her affecting him the way she did. Looking towards the wolf that tried startling him, Adramalech simply stared at her, before his brother came launching over him towards the she-wolf. Of course, his insane brother always taking the first leap. He listened to what his brother said, and looked towards Suki, the white female that he was talking too. "Don't touch her," He growled out, looking towards the new one that was seemingly young. He wasn't sure why she lacked common sense enough to actually have not seen the scene in front of her, but now she was in the clutches of the demon's pack and was not going to be able to get out so easily. Or at all. "Now, why did you approach me. The both of you," He demanded the question more so than he would ask it. He knew that these wolves were stricken with fear, and would not do anything too out of hand. Black depths stared down at them, telling them to answer or they would regret it. New blood was something that Adramalech was always looking for. He wanted to be able to create an army. He wanted to make sure that he had enough wolves to where any pack that stood in his way would be conquered. He wanted the entire land to his pack, and his pack alone. Nothing else would stand to co-exist with him, or he would destroy it. As he was delving deeper into madness, another pair of wolves approached, one carrying a wolf pelt. They were respectable and placed the pelt down in front of Adramalech. It was mangled of course, considering wolves could not properly skin another, but it was still a show of respect towards Adramalech. Killing a wolf and bringing its pelt was something that showed Adramalech that he was going to like the two wolves that approached. The male stated that he would like a private audience, and Adramalech looked around. If the two young wolves that had approached before these two were wanting an audience with him as well, they would have to wait. Whether they had answered him or not, he would nod to Beelzebub, signaling that they would be under his care until Adramalech came back from talking with these wolves. Bringing himself to walk away from the group, to where none of them would be able to hear unless they strained to do so, Adramalech looked towards the two wolves that were wanting a private audience. "Tell me, why is it that I should listen to your offer and not have my wolves rip you to shreds right here and now?" He asked, looking towards the two with an interested spark within his eyes. Boldness was uncommon among wolves, nor were most willing to join him. Those that proved willing to join his ranks without any hassle were an asset. It meant that they would not disobey, and they would go along with whatever Adramalech wanted to do. And they had less of a chance of trying to escape the demonic clutches that they were trapped in now. These two could prove to be an asset to the pack, especially if thir offer was something beneficial. .:: @koga @marusya Maleah @elysia @beelzebub @lilith @ako @delta @bellatrix @suki @salem @whoeverelse ::. .:: Notes ::. |
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Nanny
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Post by Maleah on Aug 25, 2017 1:01:02 GMT -8
"Don't touch her," an unfamiliar voice growled. Oh thank god. She was safe. Glistening yellow eyes glanced to the onyx demon that had spoken. She assumed that she was the only she-wolf that was in imminent danger, that the order was about her. However, there was a beautiful she-wolf in a similar position, just much closer to the murderous jaws of the Alpha. She wasn't safe at all. He wasn't looking in her direction. The ashy male that stood over her quivering frame could still kill her easily. She almost laid her head directly on the ground in her grief; simply giving up entirely. She as going to die. It was going to happen. "Now, why did you approach me. The both of you," the command from the leader startled her out of her misery. Both of them? That meant he wanted to hear her reasoning. He demanded that he hear her voice. At first, all that slipped through her vocal chords was a high whistling whimper. She could quite move her lips to form words for a few seconds. Those few seconds of voicelessness made her want to shrink further into herself. It felt as it all eyes were on her, not with intrigue, but with violent intent. If she didn't speak within the next few seconds, she would be dead. "I-i-it w-w-as an a-a-acci-d-d-ent, S-i-ir. I w-was... f-foll-owing a b-blue bi-ird..." Maleah choked out, trailing off at the end. He didn't need to hear her excuses. Wasting his time didn't seem like a choice she wanted to make if she wanted to also stay alive. She didn't want to be even remotely close to the male as he spoke with the pair of crazy wolves that had obviously killed before. Her tiny frame scuttled backwards slowly, her minuscule paws rotating inch by inch under her frame. She held her breath, not wanting to give any of the wolves around her any signs that she was moving backwards. Within a few seconds, she regretted her decision. Her flank bumped into the back legs of her captor. Words flew out of her mouth in an attempt to appease the ashen male she was stuck under. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to! I promise I will never try it again, I'm sorry," young young she-wolf rushed, her need to keep herself alive allowing her words to rush past her shaking lips easier than before. High-pitched tones still quivered through Her tense frame halted completely after she moved the millimeter forwards she needed to as to not rest on the male's legs. There she remained frozen, pinned back ears straining to hear her fate in the paws and jaws of these brutes. Yellow-green eyes teared up as she cowered beneath the pungent male. He had jokingly snapped his jaws around her neck. Now that she had likely angered him, it was probably going to happen for real. She was a goner. @beelzebub @elysia Alpha Adramalech @koga @marusya @allyallcrazypeeps
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 0:34:59 GMT -8
The oaken bitch was still lodged in the back of his neck when the obvious leader finally spoke. His hopeful curiosity was almost tentative. He wanted to interact with the brute, to have a spat if necessary. The wolves he surrounded himself with seemed to have a similar mindset to him, and why not fit in where one belongs? However, his words were for the two she-wolves that, for some reason, had intruded on his moment. More scents also flew into his nasals, but he could only directly see the two females. That was until a pair of crazies waltzed up with a pelt slung over their shoulders. Show off much? He had killed before, but never had tried to skin another wolf before. That just seemed unnecessary. He also didn't have the immense patience required to skin a wolf. His attention was caught by the stuttering of the first idiot she-wolf that had wandered into the clutches of whatever group stood before him. A blue bird? How childish was this she-wolf. Amber eyes rolled behind his skull marking. He couldn't put up with that kind of naive idiocy. The tawny male flicked his attention back to the leader, but his was on the pelted wolf and his... mate? Friend? Companion? Who cared. It just wasn't on him. Great. Now he had to wait until their conversation was finished. In the meantime, there was a certain bitch was giving him a headache. "Could you get your teeth out of my skull?" he grumbled, his eyes trying to catch the oak bitch. If he was going to have to wait, he didn't want to wait with fangs in his bloody head. @lilith Alpha Adramalech @koga @therest |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 16:03:22 GMT -8
The callous queen of detrimental suffering had not yet risen from her slumber. Hidden away in her resting chamber she lay huddled in her own warmth. Beauty sprawled across her soft lush’s fur, chest fluidly rising and falling in such a peaceful state. But her idle state was far from what writhed beneath skin. For her dreams were stained with blood and violence, envy that couldn’t be rid of causing the ever insane ruckus that rumbled in her mind. It was not the bitterness of the morning breeze that had ruffled her fur, but the itch to destroy. A never fading thought within Bella’s head.
Eyes flickered open. Hues that would replicate the petals of a tulip etched open in the dark mist of her den. A gap in the rubble and dirt would be the sun’s only access into her home. A den that suited her comfort; for the group’s lack of permanence within the valley would not be an excuse to not create a den fit for a Queen. She strived for opulence. And opulence she would receive.
Ears twitched in annoyance to sound of the masculine wolf. His bark audible through the walls of mud that separated her from the outside. “In a hurry now… Are we?” She spoke through the morning haze. Head lifted while her body followed sluggishly through the opening of her den. Cranium parallel to her shoulders, boredom washed over her expression as she joined the rest for the morning meeting.
A silent huff was ensued a while she waited, her attention lazily befallen upon Adra as he spoke. But it only seemed natural for her eyes to drift onto the form of her new acquired friend. Having spent the last two weeks within the valley, she had learned of Lilith’s name. But Bella couldn’t help find herself ever so often referring to her as Lolita. The female had earned a place in Bellatrix’s good books, and she had hoped that her companion would decide to remain that way.
At the sound of her name the damsel’s head had snapped up, and to her utter surprise she was not privileged with a rank. A low menacing growl rumbled deep within the belly of the canine, eyes shooting a hateful glare towards Adra.
Was he not grateful? Was he not in immense appreciation for her presence and in much gratitude for her to make the decision to remain with his group? She was utterly disgusted. Enraged at how he had simply shoved her aside.
But at a sudden moment of some sort of realization silence wafted through her. And the logical side of her sadistic brain thought otherwise of the situation.
There’s a reason.
Her threatening gaze dropped.
There’s always a reason.
The growling had stopped.
Eyes darted left and right to the group surrounding her, wary and insuring no one had seen her fumble. Hunches lowered themselves onto the patch of grass, head raised to a height of that of a Queen. She couldn’t reveal her displeasure, for now she would remain quiet. She would question Adra’s intentions when the time was right.
Her decision was of good timing. An Omega had launched himself at the large male, and a scuffle ensued. But it did not last long. Ever fragment of flesh that was ripped from the males body sent a rumble of satisfaction through her. It was glorious. But not perfect.
Where Bella’s true nature lied was in the murder of that of her own gender. Jealousy writhing through her veins. Her infertility causing her to let lose her incontrollable rage on those that could produce what she couldn’t; and who could have what she could not.
But when the show was over her gaze would trickle to towards Lilith who had now waltzed over to an unfamiliar male while Adra sorted a new pair that had set foot upon his land. For now Bella would remain where she was, but would keep a careful eye in case her assistance was needed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 18:07:34 GMT -8
A tiny, almost imperceptible glinting interest seized the somber fiend's ebony features, a pleasure at the gentle, humble gesture the pair had performed filling orange, flaming eyes. With a quiet dip of his onyx head, he instructed an inky grey male to carry on whatever previous work he'd laid out, leading the pair to tiny area just beyond regular hearing range. "Tell me," he began, his tone lacerated with vague, wary interest. "Why is it that I should listen to your offer and not have my wolves rip you to shreds right here and now?" What a wonderful question - the oaken brute exchanged a soft, knowing side-glance with his lover before he elaborated his response. A fitting answer to a question that'd determine their future. "There are whispers of the might that your pack possesses - their power, their strength - that reach for beyond your border. Marusya and I are not pack wolves, and will never be. We are, rather, seers. Our sole task is to interpret the visions the cosmos have created to bestow upon us. And on our travels, we've amassed followers, wolves of every build and breed. We have come to extend to you a proposal - an alliance between our two worlds." He paused a moment, carefully lifting crimson eyes to meet the midnight demon's own. "Rest assured, you will reign supreme over your own. All we ask is your permission for us to govern ours, to spread the gospel that led us here" "In exchange, Marusya and I will ally ourselves at your side. Our resources and wolves are yours as well, to use as you see fit. In times of war, we will fight alongside you as one entity. With utmost respect - I've seen you've had yourself trouble with your charge's loyalty. I can assure you a minute within my ranks can send the mightiest of minds reeling. Over the years, Marusya and I have developed a delightful sense of persuasion; simply list the breed, the build and they will be yours by moon fall. With your rise, we can soar, a single, unstoppable entity. We can take any territory, any rouge group, any pack." As he concluded, he dipped his giant head once in thanks for the fiery brute's attention. "To further show my loyalty, ask me any favor, and it'll be yours by next moon. What do you say?" Tagged: Alpha Adramalech , @marusya OOC: Sinfully short, I'm sorry. I know it's not my best work. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 19:46:37 GMT -8
Elysia
"Faking a smile is so much easier than explaining why you're sad,"
The she-wolf's attention was taken from the form of Suki as a few measly words sparked hope within this horrifying set of circumstances. "Don't touch her," Elysia soon realised who these words belonged to, the blood-stained brute that she had approached only a few moments ago being the one to bare the command that sent a whimper of relief escaping from her throat. Maybe this onyx monster would consider mercy for herself and the other she-wolf that had been caught in the same situation. "Now, why did you approach me. The both of you," His demanding tones were harsh, and she knew that he would certainly be unforgiving if no answer was given. But Elysia wasn't even sure if she could form a single syllable on her tongue as another wave of fear coiled in the back of her skull and lurched into her bloodstream. She was trembling now; trembling as she tried to remember what she had been taught in her former pack. Elysia had to be respectful, polite, only speak when spoken to, and she had to keep all opinions to herself, or better yet, not have any opinions at all.
“I th-thought that I would be able to f-find shelter w-within your group, but it seems I have been n-naively mistaken. I’m very s-sorry for intruding, sir.” She answered as she had been taught to, bowing her head to the ground and avoiding looking at the obsidian brute at all. She sought to hide those diamond and sapphire eyes from his beastly gaze. But she didn't think of them as eyes, she thought of them as a mirror into her mind. Elysia didn't want him to know that she was terrified, she didn't want him to laugh or punish her for being so pathetic.
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