Mortiul Common Grounds

Adramalach seemingly approved of Beelzebub’s plan, regarding it with cold, wordless eyes. He mused over it, considering the countless possibilities it presented as he added his amendments, just enough to ensure perfection. Such a plan as this required careful, thoughtful consideration in all aspects, accompanied by brilliant foresight — and what better wolf bore both than Adra? “As you’ve already taken the initiative of planting our control in Somnus, we will skip over that and you will provide me ideas with how to do that. However, we should first go for Ferus. The pack has a Salutary, and we’ve already instilled fear into them.” A bold approach! How marvelously intriguing. Conquering the strongest of the four first would be audacious in any circumstances, but he’d fantastically good faith. Adramalach’s plans never went awry, so why should they now? No matter what, they’d always emerged victorious. “If we’re able to, we need to kill the Alphas of each pack. We will go for Lubrusca first,” Adramalach commanded. “With how few scents were at the borders, I only expect a handful of wolves to be present in the territory.” A pause, just for thoughts. “We will let some run to Ferus in order to follow them in the territory and kill the Ferus Alphas. “After that, they will more than likely seek out Somnus, what would you like to do then?” He purred.

“I’d like to see my children. If they’re anything like me, I’m sure that life in Somnus won’t fair too well with them. With the right persuasion, I’m sure I could sway them over to my side. We can collect information from the inside, take our time boding, and when the time is right,” He paused, haphazardly twitching with delight. “We end them. They’ve the best land in these parts by far. Not to mention the best she-wolves.” Beel barked a short, crass laugh. “Wonder if Lubruscans taste sweet with how soft they are,” He scoffed in disdain. “And what about the cultists? You know they’d be quite wounded if we left them out of the fun. Koga and Ky are quite familiar with Ferus land. Didn’t they kill three warriors, plucking that one there? And they have seven new pups in their packs, seven Adra. No shortage of wolves. I say we give them Ferus to do with as they please. They’ll enjoy conquering it on their own. We’ll face no risk to our own, and get all the joys of the Lubruscan feast. What are your thoughts, Adramalach?”

Tagged: Alpha Adramalech

Leyak woke up promptly and with little hesitation. Black eyes blinked, adjusting to the morning light that would shine from the entrance. Since his birth, he had been kept holed up in the den with his mother and siblings, although the others passing quickly besides Aamon. The two pups were the only to survive, which showed their strength in and of itself. Being the first born, Leyak was much more outspoken than his brother when it came to most things, but he knew not to speak back to mother. The one pressing question on his mind; where was their father? He had not visited within the time that his ears and eyes had developed, and he could only hear scuffling outside as he knew that wolves would want to see the powerful offspring his mother had produced. But she growled and snarled, keeping most of them away. They had never experienced the outside world, but they were already developing clear personalities between the two. His little white head popped up from its resting place, looking towards his mother with curious eyes as she mentioned going outside, and meeting their father. It would be the first time they would meet anyone from their pack, and venture outside the walls of the cave. Leyak lacked excitement, but he was content with the fact that their mother would finally let them leave the dark cavern. After nudging his brother awake if he weren’t already, Leyak rapidly scrambled to his paws as his mother stood. Keeping close to her right heel, Leyak walks behind her, keeping his tempo with his brother’s as they moved. The outside world was bright, and it took a moment for the beady black eyes of the young one to adjust before he could clearly see what was in front of him. Large rocky expanses with some cliffs here and there.

Their travel was not far, as a large midnight colored wolf came into view, no doubt being their father. Mother approached him with familiarity, rubbing her cheek against his neck in greeting. Their partnership didn’t seem anything close to love, but Leyak knew that his parents hadn’t done this out of love. That he could could gather by their father being absent in their early stages of life. He came to a stop and sat, looking at the black brute, his eyes mirroring the raven pelted male’s. Aamon had the same pelt color, although eyes being a solid white compared to the black depths that ‘Adra’ possessed. He would not address his father with the seeming nickname his mother had given him, already knowing that it would be overstepping his boundaries. But he listened intently at the conversation they were having. She spoke of them having the makings to be leaders, with the right training. Leyak had expected as much from the way their mother more observed them while they were in the den, and he felt a bit of pride at the fact that she had called him intelligent. From the little information his mother had spoken about the past litter of pups in the pack, they were definitely exceeding expectations compared to the ‘lazy sack of shits’ as Mother called them. Father moved towards them, beckoning each of them to come closer towards the edge of the small cliff he was standing on, and the little pup obeyed, looking out and onto the pack that was currently milling in front of them. There were some wolves older than he was, but they still looked young, and seemingly were doing nothing. They were probably the pups that Mother had referred to previously. And then a black figure that mirrored Father was out and about, coming towards them. White ears listened intently to his father, hearing what he had to say. This would be his and Aamon’s when the time was right, and Leyak’s pride expanded once more. Their parents were already thinking of their future, and they would train to do so.

The black wolf that would be ‘Uncle’ approached after Father spoke of him, in tow he carried a squirming body in his mouth, and a wolf that looked tattered and destroyed beyond belief followed behind him. The male had more tone to his voice than Father did, and he dropped the dying animal at his and Aamon’s paws. Approaching, he brought his paw out to press on the stomach of the creature, looking over it with curious eyes. He spoke of another present, and that would be the male that had followed behind him. However, Leyak was keen on torturing the creature underneath his paw. As squeaks erupted from the tiny being as he pressed further onto his stomach, sharp teeth darted out, ripping one of the back legs off completely, causing blood to gush from where the limb was. Considering there was hardly any flesh on the leg, he spat it towards the hollow male that had yet to be named, black eyes hovering on the male for a moment before continuing to rip apart their prize. He would let Aamon do some of the mutilation, guts spilling from the rodent as they carried on. Mother was swept away during their focus, but he knew that this was their time to finally be around their father and start their training to become future leaders. As he started eating away at the vole, he heard his name fall from Father’s lips, looking to the two large black brutes with blood staining his pristine white muzzle. He was saddened that he hadn’t gotten time to speak to what appeared to be Uncle’s slave, but there would be a different time and place to watch Aamon torture the male. Black eyes swept over the skeleton that still was somehow alive, but thought to listen to his father’s summons and approached the two black brutes. He listened, hearing that they were going to be meeting an important figure. He wondered who that was. Mother seemed to have been swept off with a she-wolf that didn’t quite smell the same as the other wolves that were there, but Leyak knew nothing of the other part of the pack that lay within the territory as well. Looking towards his brother, the white pup would follow behind his father and uncle, looking ahead as they moved over the territory. This was their first encounter, and it seemed they were already beginning their training; even if it was a simply journey through the snow laden territory to meet this important figure Father spoke of.

-Exit to Ignasia Commons-

Alpha Adramalech @beelzebub @vivaldi @ronin @aamon

Once more, Adramalach mused from a distance, mulling over the fine plot points in his mind’s eye. How intriguing, but then again, when was Adramalach not? He was the genius, the magnificently clever mind that saw and knew all, far more capable of predicting the future then one of Koga’s prophets. “Since they will be born in three months time, it would be best to retrieve them once their personalities have fully developed,” He began, his tone quiet, thoughtful. If they turn out to be a weakling like their mother, we will leave them to die in that pack.” Bub nodded in agreement. He wouldn’t have it any other way. “But first,” Adramalach continued, contemplative. “We must grow our numbers. The shortage of she-wolves able to reproduce in our pack is astounding, and we need to right that immediately.” Beelzebub jerked his head with greater fervor. Brilliant, as always, but he’d come to expect nothing less from Adra. He pressed on with poignantly aligned plans of plucking the Ferus salutary right from his home as their replacement, discussing the possibility of aligning the cultists with their plan. The first order of the day was to speak to Koga — the rest of the plan, hopefully, falling into place. It seemed genius.

Except for a factor Adramalach had left out. “Adra,” he laughed, “You seem to have forgotten a bitch needs a stud. We’ve quite a shortage of those as well. Of course, you and I are more than capable of taking care of such problems, but a pack composed of just one bloodline — you know how that leads, don’t you? And we can’t rely on the cultists, though Koga certainly has a fine share of suitable ones to use if need be. But I don’t want that, and you don’t either. I say after the tournament, after this cultist business has been handled, we both split into two groups. Two missions. First order is to capture the Ferus salutary. Best left to the cultists. They know their territory and battle methods best. I’m sure they’ll be able to make it all quick and clean. For incentive, they can keep any corpses or captured wolves, do whatever they please in those regards. Second order is to up our ranks through means necessary. Studs, breeders, anything and everything we can sink our teeth into. How’s a hunt after the tournament suit you? Us and the cultists, rounding up whatever strays we come across. “Secure” our higher ranks with any females we may find.”

Languidly, Adramalach lifted himself off the ground, preparing to head to cultist territory. He invited him, naturally, but suggested he spend his time preparing his putrid offspring for the night’s tournament. “Brother,” he near purred, “I’ve wasted more than my fair share of time on them. I’d much like to shift my efforts to something a bit more beneficial. I’m sure you feel the same.” As Leyak and Aamon followed their father’s tracks, he noted his slave’s longing stare, firmly fixed on the pile of scraps the pair had left in their wake. Bub rolled his eyes, irritated with the inconvenience, especially considering how close he was to his final vision, but he couldn’t risk him passing out on their journey. “Eat.” He snarled. “And quickly. Your masters will be waiting.”

Exit to: Ignasia Common Grounds

Tagged: Alpha Adramalech   @aamon Apprentice Leyak @ronin

The husk of a wolf searched his master's eyes with hollow ones of his own, asking for one modicum of mercy, one act of his sort of kindness to let him eat. He saw the disgust in Beel's eyes; he hated how weak Ronin was. It probably reminded him of his own offspring, lazy and unmotivated to learn the savagery of the pack. Perhaps after all this time, it would be okay to give him some praise, if only to manipulate him into doing what Beel wished?

With a roll of his eyes, Beel granted the skinny male permission to tear whatever meat was left off the rodent carcass left by Adra's two sons. The light of the pack's future. It was suiting that he heat what they left, wasn't it? With the permission, he lunged at the carcass, giving no worry to even picking at the bones. Instead, what would be sickening to some, the sound of snapping and crunching as the wolf held back none of his hunger and chewed up everything except for the head. He may have some issues later with eating the bones of such a small creature, but he hoped he chewed thoroughly enough to ave it all digest relatively smoothly. Remembering who was waiting, he quickly turned on his heels to follow his master, his step a bit more energized already. Just this morsel was enough to regain somewhat of a hold on himself, not that his erased personality felt any of that recovery. It was too late for that. He didn't even remember to lick his lips clean of what blood was left; he was just so happy to have eaten something that all previous manners were thrown right out. They weren't important anymore, anyway. He dipped his head as he approached Beelzebub's heel, making sure not to keep it at level or above his.



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