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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2019 14:59:11 GMT -8
It had been the first time he’d considered himself an omega since he found Ferus.
That was good. Others, like Yvaine, Endymion, and Bishop, had been generously bestowed ranks entailing murder. He could hesitantly consume the flesh of their victims. He could twist a blind eye to the torments inflicted on slaves. Yet to murder in the name of savagery was a line he’d found himself forever unwilling to cross. Thus, his lot in life. Nobody terrorized him as they would a slave a degree of deference, of respect they would never expect of any other. Besides, to them, an omega like him would hardly be worth the bother of harassing. He’d nothing strange about him; aside from a trace of femininity, nothing truly worth torturing him over. To each and every one of his packmates, he’d paid his respects, always slipping into submissive posture upon their arrivals. Whatever they would ask of him, he would do without question, never once voicing complaint. Anyone would agree he was quiet, obedient, faithful— if not a tad dull. The slaves, Ronin and Kalia, were his equals, although the former appeared to be ascending in rank. Both weren’t much for chatter, but with Ebony reuniting with his long last father and Lluise swelling by the day, they were all he had, and he made the most of them.
God, poor Lluise. Poor Feyre. They undoubtedly had the worst rank of any of Mortiul, carrying litter upon litter; Beelzebub’s, of all wolves! Already, their ashen beta had set his sights on tormenting them to the point of tears — and to think, it was barely dawn. He flattened his ears, hoping to seal a sliver of sound out from his hollowed oak, but to little avail. Thankfully, the Ignasian salutary interfered, exiling the exasperating male from the breeder den; hopefully granting the girls a moment’s peace before his barrage resumed. He shook his sorrel head somberly, recalling the incredulous wrench in his plans Ignasia had been. Now, the packs didn’t have to worry about one pack, but two, stocked to the brim with the worst of what their species had to offer. They were every bit as brutal, sadistic, cruel, but what separated them from the wolves of Mortiul is that Ignasian wolves appeared profoundly disturbed. On and on they would rave and rant about flames and healing and damnation and their lord and savior, Adjootna — but not one wolf in Mortiul cared a wink, all too content to continue their partnership for power’s sake. Horrifying, to him; yet another clan of homicidal maniacs hell-bent on gutting as much gore between their teeth as possible.
Adramalach’s son ambled rather aimlessly throughout camp until catching sight of his father. This one in particular, Leyak, was unusual in terms of Adramalach’s children. He treated his slave, Hound, with something bordering on — Friendship? Affection? For a short while, when Ignasia’s Alpha would bring him and his brother to spend the night, they’d even slept in the same den, curled as closely as brothers. Hound, like seemingly every other wolf of Ignasia, would tell him tales of what he saw before him; vivid elaborate visions dancing before his eyes. There was fondness, which was strange here, and what was ever stranger was his fixation with the flayer he’d witnessed when he arrived. Aamon, Adramalach’s other child, had no need for such flagrant trivialities, nor did Ebony. The outlier of the three. Perhaps it would be worth keeping a close eye on him. As a matter of fact, anyone watching him would do him well. Sakia, the General, and the very yearling he’d set out to find in the first place, had flung herself at him head-on, fixing her fangs into his scruff with a steadfast accuracy. The pup stumbled, attempting to throw her off his back; alas, to little avail. This was a job made specifically for his mother.
Vivaldi, the vicious, steel-eyed voyeur of Adramalach’s bidding, needed the smallest head shift to begin her battle. Flint leaned forwards, creeping from the hollow to watch the spectacle. Like the Ignasian children he’d witnessed, she took a terrific, adamant pleasure in painstakingly inflicting as much agonizing misery as possible. Recklessly, she ripped out her eye, slicing a gaping hole in the yearling’s maw. Then, with a single, fluid lunge forwards. Sakia’s thin auburn throat lay nestled in Vivaldi’s jaws, crimson trickling coarsely from the holes. Such was life. Flint lowered his posture as he approached; taking care to ensure his tail remained tucked and fur remained flat. He’d foolishly hoped that he’d be able to fulfill the promise he made Tenshi, but perhaps that was wishful thinking. Sakia now lay another one of Mortiul’s countless victims, bleeding into browning earth. Another he couldn’t stop, another in a long, infinitely stretching chain that would only continue to grow unless somebody tried to stop it. Lately, that seemed impossible. He would have to consult Ebony, but as of late, he seemed to have taken a new look, a new walk and way of holding myself, something akin to Adramalach’s stance. It unnerved him. And Lluise, poor, poor Lluise, had more than enough problems looming ahead of her.
Still, if there was ever a time to make a pitch, now was it. “Mistress?” He spoke, his voice soft, timid. “Master, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I recognize this traitor. There were whispers of her in the rogue lands — allegedly, she is symbolic of how far Ferus has fallen in terms of its warriors. They sent out a search party for her. Never got further than their own woods apparently. They say the Alphess is just like this one; weak willed, impulsive, and ill tempered. If Ferus has truly fallen under such unfortunate rule, then perhaps now is your time. While I may not be that much in terms of a warrior,” He quipped gently, dipping his head. “I am a decent scribe. Everything I witness, I remember. I could draw you the Ferus borders by memory, if need be, as well as Lubrusca. My apologies for the intrusion,” He added, lingering toward the back of the crowd. “But if such a time ever comes,” He added hopefully. “I’m quite willing to use my talents for the good of Mortiul and Ignasia. That is all, thank you.” Quietly, he stiffened himself in preparation for either a flash of fang or word of praise. Neither was guaranteed.
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Mortiul
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Assassin
Male
4 Years
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18 Posts
Never play 'hide and go seek' with Bishop.
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Post by Assassin Crimson on Jun 6, 2019 11:12:30 GMT -8
Consciousness flooded the red eyed males form as he woke in his den, it was the early hours of the morning, this was evident in how the sun was beginning to shine, but he was still cold thanks to the brisk winter air, damn did he miss spring. After a few minutes of laying down he decided to climb out of his den, fitting in size for him but not for anyone else with him included, though much larger than Yvaine's. He remembers watching her long legs and somewhat small paws struggle to dig the den, had he stopped giggling in time due to her innocent misfortune he would have helped her, in fact he hoped to surprise her the next time she went out on a contract alone. She worked hard on training him and he felt he owed her a lot, the least he could do is dig her a bigger den. But he would only do so for Yvaine and Yvaine alone, though his allegiance lay with his pack he was no slave and no protector like his brother, however he thought the role very fitting, he was proud of Bishop in some odd kind of way he was not accustomed to. Crimson was an assassin like his mentor; his primary role was to spill blood in the name of Mortuil, not be some weak willed wolf who didn't want to be here like those breeders Beelzebub had taken. Their cries rung in his ears as he tried to sleep some nights, had he no respect for himself or his superiors he would've put them out of their misery long ago, but alas it was not commanded, most likely never would be.
After a long stretch and some joints popping in response Crimson straightened up to see Endymion cast a glance to Abaddon, the petty feud between the males was entertaining to say the least. Over the last four months Crimson could recall simply enjoying how the two would get under eachothers skin, never a dull moment in Mortuil.
Following Yvaine's scent and the howl of his alpha, black paws carried him to his mentors side, she would be expecting him. Once there his attention turned to watch the general begin a brutal assault on one of Vivaldi's offspring, Leyak to be specific. Grabbing at his scruff and attacking him like he was her own pup to mistreat, with one red glance to the alphess he knew this was not going to end well for the small brown bitch.
As predicted Vivaldi let this assault go on no longer than a few moments before hurrying over to knock the general off of leyak and away from him, exchanging words with her before questioning the expiration of her usefulness, it would seem the time was up and Vivaldi's teeth put an end to the annoyance that was the general.
Red eyes swept to his mentor after the blood began gushing, a smirk on his black maw in nothing but enjoyment. Blades of green against red and black fur caught his attention before moving his face closer and grabbing a tuft of grass from just above her shoulder, warm breath gently pressing into her bright fur as he does so, then he with drawls himself and drops the few spears onto the ground in front of himself, appearance was everything. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2019 11:52:50 GMT -8
Iliana, the Ignasian maniac, waltzed in without so much a sliver of self-awareness, as was customary of her pack. She, like so many other members of Ignasia, had their own (quite often self-generated) ideas of acceptable behavior, with Iliana’s personal ideals often infringing on that of others. Oh, he would have loved to give her a good old scare, something that’d send her sobbing back to Daddy Dearest the Deranged, but she unfortunately seemed rather ditsy, oblivious to the sleazy, tongue-in-cheek side comments he peppered her with during her den calls. First came Feyre, who finally seemed to have overcome the terse, jerky twitch that seized the whole of her being under Iliana’s touch. ”Heartrate normal,” She declared sweetly. “And I see the incident hasn’t had any lingering effects on your body. That’s wonderful!” A pitch ear perked, intrigued at the apparent implications. “So,” He slowly hissed. “I suppose — from what you’ve said, of course — that she would be ready for breeding again? Wonderful news indeed, Iliana. You hear that Feyre? Perhaps I’ll be contacting Ky sooner than we anticipated.” He added with a sly, cutting smirk. “Fancy a trip down to the Ignasian borders? Perhaps Iliana could lead us.” Next came Lluise, whom he still held straddled beneath him. “’Scuse me, sir!” She chirped, too cheery for his taste. Regardless, he released his vessel, allowing Iliana to press her cheek against Lluise’s soft, pregnant swell. “Oh, you’re correct, she does smell of milk!” Joy, he enjoyed being correct, but when was he ever not? A better question, in his opinion. “Everything is progressing as it should so far, Miss Lluise.” A grating, low growl of pleasure rattled, reverberating in his chests. He knew he could beat at least one of them into cooperation. For all of Vivaldi’s reports, all of her recounted tales of Lluise’s suffocating unbearable smugness, and she had been the most obedient by far. Guess she never had it in her to begin with. Few ever had the guts. “Well, well, it appears you’ve done just swell, haven’t you?” Beel crooned. “Perhaps I’ll cut you a little bit of slack once you’ve delivered. Am I great or what?” Iliana paid his words no mind, simply stretching out the length of her oddly hewn pelt against the ashen den floor. From there, frosted blue eyes bore into his frame, warm, but commanding a clear, adamant message. Please leave. For privacy, for leisure, it mattered nothing. He’d grant her leave. What could she do to disrupt his plans? As he ambled outside, the sharp, acrid scent of blood filled his lungs. He angled his single eye to get a glimpse, swiveling his sole ear back and forth hoping to find a faint clue of what had transpired right beneath his nose. God, you looked away for ten seconds in this place, and then you found the General with her throat shredded to pieces, the Alphess’s jaws absolutely caked in gore, and the Alpha looking — more than mildly displeased, at best. Confusing and convoluted, but a look at Leyak’s bleeding scratches told the tale more succinctly than they could’ve. Oh dear — if he knew one thing about his brother, it was that he’d always held a certain fondness for Koga’s present — and was presently none too pleased with the way she’d turned out. A displeased Adramalach put everyone at risk; particularly him, and he was none too eager to start off the meeting on a bad note. “Seems I’ve missed all the action. Oh, don’t fret Adramalach; you know how fickle those Ferus she-wolves are to start with. Don’t fuss a wink for her. I’ve something I think you’ll enjoy much better. They say the Noctis girls are prettier anyways. Fortunately for you, Feyre is one of them, and ready to be bred again,” He added, hopefully dissipating some of Adra’s heated anger. “She’s all yours for the taking.”Alpha Adramalech Feyre @iliana Breeder Lluise Apprentice Leyak @vivaldi |
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Ignasia
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Nanny
Female
3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Jun 7, 2019 18:47:26 GMT -8
cicatricum refertam pulchritudo “ Ever since the Prophet had given her permission to start her own family, Maleah had been that little bit happier constantly. She and Cayden had grown nearly inseparable over the past months. That fact was made all the more obvious by the swollen belly of the nanny, multiple bodies squirming within her as she neared her due date. This morning, she had accompanied Iliana and Cayden on a journey to Mortiul. The neighbouring pack was never going to be her favourite place to be, but the opportunity to stretch her legs and visit the a certain two she-wolves was one she could rarely push aside. Iliana's blessing by Adjetni had drawn the tiny Iberian's eye ever since the first time she saw her inside the caves. Her bubbly personality and general personality only drew the nanny in closer to to the Shaman. Alongside Marusya and Koga, she had helped teach Iliana the true ways of Adjetni, and continued to learn along the way. Truly, the burnt she-wolf was someone Maleah considered to be a close friend. Along the way to Mortiul, Iliana had taken a small pause, scouring around for any sort of prey to bring to the two she-wolf she took care of. Maleah truly felt so much guilt and sorrow for the pair. If Marusya hadn't saved her, she would be right in their position - bearing the pups of a monster to fuel an army. Maybe if she had stayed then they wouldn't have been taken. As the Shaman hunted in the slowly warming weather, Maleah took the opportunity to sit down and rest her paws. Just thinking about the horrors that she hadn't protected the other she-wolves from made her stomach twist. How fortunate she was to be having the pups of her love, the blessed product of love, truly. Time passed strangely, both feeling like it took an age to catch prey, but also only a few minutes to rest her paws. With a marmot ready to go, the two cultists carried on with their trek. Entering the common grounds of the other pack still slightly scared the Iberian. They were objectively for more savage than any of the wolves in Ignasia, except maybe Ky. She hypothesized that he was only in Ignasia due to the Prophet's teachings. Without the oaken male's ability to channel Adjetni, she was sure that the crazed male would actually be in Mortiul. Approaching the horrifically named 'breeder's den,' Maleah chose to stay behind while the Shaman ventured inside. It stunk like Beelzebub, and she couldn't stand the fecal scent of the male. Leaning onto the nearby frame of her mate, the Nanny wrapped her tail protectively around her swollen belly as a fight broke out between the Alphess and a wolf she had rarely heard speak. Rumor had it she was the General. Maleah knew that whatever fights happened here weren't usually meant with light intentions. Soon, the yearling lay motionless on the ground as expected, Maleah flinching much less at the violence displayed before her. The peppered frame of her least favourite hellhound emerged from the hollow, causing Maleah's face to gloom over. How cruel could he be? To visit them like they were his own personal experiments, no doubt tormenting them. Tracking his frame while pressing herself a little bit further into Cayden's fur, she simply watched as he and Adramalech talked, and the rest of Mortiul awoke to their Alpha's command. Her eyes strayed over to the hulking brown frame she had become familiar with, Abaddon. As Iliana had befriended him, Maleah had made his acquaintance subsequently. She didn’t mind the male’s company, but she naturally much preferred Cayden to be next to her. ” |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2019 7:28:56 GMT -8
Mortiul had always held the qualities of something morbid, something cruel, something sinisterly unforgiving. Naturally, he never believed any of these were bad qualities per-say. There were elements of wonder in the macabre, sensations, marvels and curiosities that could only be found in the taboo. Did Mortiul not exemplify such mysteries? It was this willingness to welcome anything that forged their strength, their bold, unrelenting brutality towards all — but, as with anything, it had its drawbacks. The sense of community that rooted their pack’s stability was wanting, if they could even claim such a thing existed at all. While every wolf was free to act on their most primitive desires, they had to do so with a poignant awareness of exactly the wolves they were doing them with. Loyalty was lacking, and here, at seemingly any time, a supposed ally could turn tooth and claw without warning. Dangerous gambling, in growing attached to a wolf here, knowing they could be alive, buoyant and vibrant today; breakfast tomorrow. Wolves that sought a sense of security here wouldn’t find any, but the wolves that sought the daily rush of battle? They’d find a high unlike anything else in the world. That was just part of the appeal. As soon as he’d entered the borders, he heard it; sharp, grating snarls and the strike of fang against flesh. Battle had, unsurprisingly, begun. This early on in the day, it could only be between two of Mortiul’s own. “Listen.” He paused, ears perked as he flicked them forwards. A thick auburn maw opened. The sharp, acidic scent of blood slithered in. “A death,” Koga decided candidly, noting how one set of snarls had softened; suddenly, uncharacteristically silent. There was a grating, deep growl of victory rumbling ahead; and if anything was known of Mortiul, it wasn’t mercy. “Tread lightly,” He cautioned. “They could be irritable.” A rounding of the last corner quickly confirmed his fears. The bothersome sorrel bitch he’d plucked from the Ferus borders had finally been the source of her own unraveling; her neck comfortably nestled in Vivaldi’s jaws. A tad late to determine what had truly happened before his arrival, but a brief look at Leyak’s scars and scratches revealed all he needed to know. A staunch apology was in order. “So,” he began, dipping his head in welcome. “It appears I may have made a mistake with that present in particular. My deepest apologies, brother.”“On a far lighter note, this is good incentive for me and my kin. We’ve come to discuss the logistics of our mission. If you’d like vengeance to be arranged,” He suggested. “I’m sure we could arrange for something. Anubis, Imset, and Varuna’s training has continued to make fine progress. They will be conducting whatever you command alone. Ky and I, naturally, will supervise from a distance and interfere if need be, but this mission is theirs to complete. State your expectation and goals, and they will accomplish them momentarily. I’ve good faith in it.” Tagged: Alpha Adramalech @vivaldi |
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Mortiul
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Breeder
Female
4 Y.O.
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Post by Breeder Lluise on Jun 21, 2019 1:07:44 GMT -8
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L L U I S E
O F
M O R T I U L
Last few months have been hell for Lluise. Her mental anguish reached a breaking point at the discovery of her pregnancy, from there she broke. A mindless, emptiness husk. Or at least that is what she let everyone believe. She tries to slowly kill herself, eating less and trying not to sleep. Anything to force a miscarriage or to make herself weaker, in hopes of dying during child birth. She did not want babes, but her wants were no longer her own.
She didn't cry after the first night. That only made them more interested in her. After learning her pain thresholds she stopped screaming after that. She did not put up a fight and did not disobey direct orders, but that was the thing. Those orders had to be explicit and direct, or she would not move. She did not refuse anything but did not do anything unless ordered to. She was also painfully literate in what was told of her.
Anything that was beyond her morals she had to cross them. All in do time did that break her more. Slowly Lluise began to understand the only way to survive was to die. Not physically, but Lluise was not going to be Lluise. If she survived this, somehow escaped, she would need to bury her name and this in her past. Lluise would only refer to this moment in her life, and by taking a new name she would give herself a new future. At least this is what little hope she had left.
She stayed within her den, did they really need to see her? Curling in on herself she ignored the world around her, and instead clung to the hope of a different name and a different future.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2019 22:46:53 GMT -8
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In the span of four months Silas had made leaps and bounds towards his goal; becoming one with Vivaldi. How often did she approach him now? Often enough to where Silas woke up early and waited eagerly for her appearance. Just like today, he awaited for her to appear before him.
They had become something akin to a relationship. Silas dared not break this up in fear that his question might destroy what they've built. Then again, if all that it took to destroy them was one clarifying question, would that mean what they had was weak? He didn't dare continue that train of thought.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he smelled her before he saw her. Her scent was her own and he enjoyed the feelings it left behind. He kept his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of her slowly encircling him. The breath on his neck and then his year had his fur bristling, the feeling sending literal shivers down his spine. Opening his eyes in half drunk state he listened closely to her breathy voice.
”I’ll be needing to speak with you later.” Those words had his eyes flashing open and he quickly turned to make eye contact. When he realized what he did he moved his head back to looking at her chest or below. He became too accustomed to her and he was slipping up, not showing her the constant respect her title demands. But still, those words were floating in his head, causing a buzz to block out any other noise. What did she need to discuss?
Not aware of the snarling and fight breaking out nearby, he only managed to pick up something was wrong by the stiffened body of his love. Eyes moving to look around him, he was brought back to reality by the brutal attack the General was giving Vivaldi's son. Letting his lips curl back he rose in time with Vivaldi. He did not doubt that she could keep care of the bitch that threatened The Family, but he would be there to attack if Sakia somehow managed to start fleeing.
Vivaldi proved to be deadly. Silas' own blood boiled in excitement at her display of power, her body radiating dominance. She didn't need to say anything as her gaze focused to the group around them. If you disobeyed, the punishment was death, no mercy would be handed out regardless of rank.
Vivaldi returned to her motherly duty in showing some care towards her son, the focus of the now late general's attack. Did she simply break? Too bad she was dead or they could have found out. Eyes rolling back to his queen, he watched her instruct Leyak about increased training.
Training was an interesting topic for the morning, as he had been contemplating something similar. It was high time Silas put more effort into his standing in the pack. He was not malicious or a killer, which might put him at a disadvantage, but he wished to rise a little higher than omega. Which was why he was wondering if Vivaldi would train him? Looking down, he changed his mind. He didn't want her to know his efforts quite yet, he wanted her to be surprised by his growth. Perhaps Abaddon then? His eyes moved to track his friends whereabouts, a there you are. He hoped the male would stick around after the meeting so he could approach him. After Vivaldi's conversation that is.
As his love sat by his side once more, he looked to the red glistening in her fur. How tasty it was to clean her off last time she was covered in the substance. Perhaps I should play with the boundaries a little? He thought to himself with amusement. He dipped his head and moved to clean the blood from her chest, neck, and maw. If she allowed him that is. If she growled he would chuckle and pull away.
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Female
10 Months
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Adjetni is my sugar daddy
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Post by Apprentice Imset on Jun 22, 2019 23:37:07 GMT -8
It wasn't unusual for the scent of blood to come wafting off the Mortiul mountains, even this early in the morning. Imset was wholly used to it by now, along with the echoed screams of the bitches they kept at hand for their own uses, but this morning's blood-tainted breeze was disturbingly familiar, and a voice tickled the back of her skull telling her that something was wrong as they neared the Commons. Imset's brow was furrowed as they entered, practically pushed up against her sister's side as her gaze whipped back and forth between the wolves gathered in front of their Alpha. Crimson eyes fell on the ivory white figure that she knew all too well, his pristine coat tarnished and stained with the same blood that had been teasing her worries. She brushed her tail against Anubis' rump before she left her twin, instantly making a bee-line for the wounded Leyak, snarling at the corpse of Sakia who had obviously been the culprit for the wounds along his scruff. How dare that bitch touch her precious Leyak. Without much hesitation she began licking the blood from his pelt as it dried, cleaning his wounds with an affection that few besides her own sister would ever witness. "Are you okay?" A simple question that burned with concern yet was spoken with a softest that very rarely graced her words, anger bubbling in her gut as she moved towards the bite marks that were too close to his fragile jugular, making sure to lick the blood from the wounds as gently as possible. If Vivaldi hadn't already ripped the bitch to shreds, Imset would have assured that her death was slower than the one she had gifted Sauron. Over the past few months it had become obvious that Leyak had managed to win Imset's trust and loyalty, and her protectiveness and affection for him had grown tenfold with every gift he had given her, winning him a place in her heart right below her own twin. This male was special, Adjetni had blessed her with this relationship for a reason, and so she refused to let him be harmed so easily. Dark ears twitched as she heard the familiar voice of her father, pulling away from Leyak in an attempt to focus back onto the reason they had ventured here in the first place. Imset was not here to fawn over the relationship that she had begun building with the Alpha's son, she was here to receive her final orders before embarking on her final test, the moment were she would truely be able to prove herself, test her limits, cement her power and demonstrate the place that she deserved within her pack. |
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Mortiul
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Alpha
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4 Years
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Jun 25, 2019 19:20:03 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | Adramalech watched patiently as everyone gathered in front of him. They all knew that he wanted an audience before he spoke, and before they went off doing their own things. He watched as Beelzebub slipped into the breeder den, looking to harass the she-wolves that he had picked out. He would have never bred to the Lluise bitch that was now taking up residence in the den, pregnant with Beelzebub’s fourth litter. The third litter belonging to Feyre, the small bitch that Adramalech would have claimed as his own if his brother hadn’t gotten to him first. He had half a mind to beat the Beta and remind him who was in charge, as he had gone past Adramalech’s threat previously and gone to Vivaldi instead to ask permission to breed with Lluise. Adramalech knew his brother well enough to know that he was only trying to make up for the mistakes he made, so that Adramalech would not have a reason to kill him right then and there.
The General came from his den, and he flicked his tail for her to come to his side, where Leyak silently had brought himself. His eldest son had proven quite skilled, and was already learning quickly what it was to be a leader, something that Adramalech himself was impressed by, and he was almost never impressed. He had turned his gaze away as he figured the General would be pressed to his side, but the actions that occurred next had him turning, ready to rip Sakia from Leyak as he watched her grasp onto his prodigy. She was ripping away, dragging away from Adramalech, the male took a step forward, but every step he took, the she-wolf inched closer to Leyak’s neck, and as his son broke away to rear up, he saw hesitation. Sakia was Adramalech’s, his little prize he took everywhere with him. His son was respecting his decision to keep her alive instead of protecting himself and harming her in the process. With this, Sakia was easily able to grasp back onto Leyak. Black eyes watched, but his son was focused on another. Vivaldi. She was close enough, and she sprung into action, a mother protecting her son. Watching Vivaldi rear up, he remembered why he chose the she-wolf to be the bearer of his children, why he had decided that she would be the Alphess of the pack. She showed no hesitation, and that was what had drawn Adramalech to Vivaldi in the first place. If things had been different; if he was not solely focused on bringing children into this world, he would have claimed Vivaldi as his own. But, the path they had taken had led her to the paws of Silas instead.
Her words had Adramalech’s ears perking, looking towards her with a small amount of indecision. Sakia could bear his children now, and it was high time he impregnated her. But what was going to stop her from murdering his future children that were helpless, suckling at her belly? The thought brought a cold hard stare to cross his face as Sakia was looking towards him, a smug look on her face as she stared at him, but that turned to gruesome horror with one nod as he locked eyes with Vivaldi, giving her the wordless command to rip into the General with no hesitation. Vivaldi left a gaping hole in the General’s face, screeches of pain that almost echoed the ones that had come from Beelzebub’s children in the caves came from the she-wolf’s mouth. Vivaldi ended her suffering quickly, not bothering to draw it out any longer than that. They had work to do today. And Sakia trying to mutilate Leyak was not on the agenda. The strong scent if Ignasian wolves crossed his nostrils as he watched the daughter of Koga dash up to his son, taking a tender moment to make sure he was okay. Adramalech’s face was covered with a smirk. It seemed that they had progressed far better than he and Koga had ever hoped. He would need to celebrate with his brother in arms once the time came. Turning, his ears caught the words of the Ferus wolf, but right now, he had no time to talk to him. Koga was here, and he was far more important to address. Flicking his tail for Vivaldi to speak with the male that piped up, his black gaze fell on his brother who finally made an appearance, Koga having not arrived just yet. The black male approached, and Adramalech gave a hard stare to his brother as he spoke.
Apparently, Feyre was ready for breeding again. “Oh? Another failed litter Beelzebub?” He sneered, looking to his brother. “I will be taking her, but I’m not going to ruthlessly breed her. Delicacy is required to produce useful offspring,” The comments he had towards his brother were seething, and digging deep into the wounds that were brought from the failure of his first and third litter, the second litter in Somnus unknown as of the moment. Hopefully Lluise would provide some worthy offspring, although the look of her hardly gave him the inclination to believe so. But he could be proven wrong, not that he had with Beelzebub’s litters. But his brother did have some good qualities to pass to his pups if he were to try and retain as a father figure in their life.
It was finally time for Koga to appear, the tawny brute bringing himself to Adramalech quickly. Their meetings were always something Adramalech enjoyed, it meant one step closer to his goal, and one step closer to having more territory. He did not know or care for the way that Ignasia lived, but with them supporting Mortiul, it boosted them in numbers. And even if Adramalech didn’t believe in this ‘Adjetni’ he could admire the flames that Ignasia worshiped. Flames brought death, and death was something Adramalech would never deny that he enjoyed. Koga has also presented him with many presents. The first pelt that the male had given him was still being used in Adramalech’s den, and Sakia had been a beautiful gift at the time, although proving to be just a meal now. Koga addressed this, and he gave a shake of his head. “Ferus she-wolves are not particularly agreeable. I can hardly believe Beelzebub has impregnated that one,” His eyes glaring towards Lluise as he spoke. If she saw and managed to lock eyes with him, he would stare her down before she looked away. Giving a small snort, he brought his attention back to Koga and his offspring that had gathered.
Before Imset was to approach, he brought himself closer to Koga. “It seems that they’re developing a grander idea for the future than we had hoped,” He chuckled, shifting his head only slightly to motion towards how Imset had approached Leyak. “I believe our futures will be intertwined for some time if that’s the case,” He chuckles before pulling back, and looking towards the three, mulling over the mission that he had been planning. Mortiul was in need of a Salutary, and even with Iliana coming to visit, he knew that Koga was not one to share too much, especially when she was the only one to heal either packs. Looking to his offspring, he spoke with a tone that could not be mistaken for anything other than authoritative.
“Your mission is to capture the Ferus Salutary. From Sakia’s description he’s the largest wolf there. By far something you can’t miss,” He said, looking over each of them. “Any other Ferus wolves can be killed. Unless they have an attachment to him. Anything to make him break and succumb to our will is beneficial. A she-wolf he’s sweet on especially works,” He states, looking over them. “You are Koga’s children so I expect great things from this. Do not come back empty pawed, or with a dead Salutary,” He spoke, before giving Koga a nod. “I leave the rest to you. I must get started on the day before another wolf thinks to act up like her,” He said, tail pointing towards Sakia. His gaze then turned to the rest of the wolves present. Whether Koga stayed to listen to what he had to say to his pack was at his discretion, but their meeting was over with. They knew what Adramalech wanted, and he had stated it simply enough. It was up to them now, and he would want a Salutary brought back to him, alive.
“With the death of the General I would like to remind all of you that your lives are not valued here if you decide you’ve had enough. Death is the only way out of this pack, and if you would like to keep your lives, I would suggest you don’t act like Sakia did,” He stated, before turning his gaze towards the wolves in front of him. “Battle training for today. Yvaine, you will take Crimson and train him wherever you please. Endymion, Abaddon, Beelzebub and Eulalia, take your training elsewhere than the commons. Make good use of it,” He said, looking towards Bishop, the male would be staying by his side. “Leyak, you’ll be training with Bishop,” He said, looking towards his son. “And whenever your brother decides to show his face around here, he will also be training with you,” He spoke, before looking to Kalia and Feyre. “You two,” He spoke, his gaze fell on each of them, letting them know that it was them he was speaking with. “You will be coming with me,” He didn’t give an inclination of where they were to be going. He would leave that as a surprise. Bishop would not argue with his decision. Adramalech could protect himself from two measly she-wolves. Instead, he was trusting the male to teach his offspring a thing or two today. They needed to increase training tenfold if they were going to start the war soon. With obtaining a Salutary, that was the final piece that Adramalech needed to put his plan into place. The only other thing was gaining warriors. With the pups growing steadily within the pack, they would come of age and place themselves in battle training immediately. Everything was going according to plan, and a small smirk crossed Adramalech’s maw. “Vivaldi - as usual - you are free to do as you like,” He said, looking towards her with a softer gaze than most, which looked no different than his normal face, even if you were to try and see anything different. Approaching the she-wolf, he brushed his shoulder against hers, turning his head back to look to Silas to see the male’s reaction. Flicking his tail, his attention was brought back to the Breeder and Slave that would be accompanying him today.
“I don’t have all day. You’ll gain more scars if you make me wait any longer,” He spoke, before taking a quick pace that the other two would have to match. He had no doubt that they would be able to, because if they didn’t, he wouldn’t hesitate to punish them. He had grand plans for how he would manipulate Feyre into becoming his little toy, much like he had Sakia. This time however, he would make sure that her loyalty was unwavering, that she would see that he was not as evil as his brother, at least in the aspect of breeding. Adramalech was courteous of his new toy’s feelings, but he didn’t care too much for how much of a sniveling brat she had been when she came to the pack. However, things might have changed since she lost her litter with Beelzebub. Now away from the male’s grasp, he wondered if Feyre would be his Maleah. Seeing him as her rescuer by him giving her a place within his pack that was much more than just a mere breeder, at the paws of a wolf that didn’t care for her. It seemed that he had adopted Koga’s habits a bit too much. But the persuasive male was able to gather a following, and if Adramalech could credit him for anything, it would be that. Swiftly heading towards the heart of the territory, they would be going somewhere quiet, away from all the sparring.
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Adramalech's Bitch
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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 Jun 26, 2019 15:53:56 GMT -8
Everything happened so fast and Feyre barely had any time to stop herself from spiralling into a panic attack similar to the one she had experienced in the caves all those months ago. Her grey eyes had flickered to watch the movement of the General as she had approached one of the Alpha's sons, and just as quickly as she realised what was happening, she averted her gaze. Feyre knew she wouldn't be able to handle seeing blood like that again, at least so soon after she had watched the horrors that had threatened to shatter her sanity. Her golden ears fell flat against her skull as she found a sudden interest in the rocky ground beneath her paws while she was trying so desperately to ignore the guttural growling, tearing of flesh and overpowering smell of blood. Feyre blinked, trying not to close her eyes in order to save herself from the gruesome memories that would have flashed against the darkness of her eyelids. Trauma plagued her, but she knew she couldn't sink as low as she did that night when it had all begun. She knew that an act like that would get her killed, or worse, raped—again. She waited until all of the sounds stopped, and knew all too well what it meant. But she avoided letting her eyesight go anywhere near the dead body that had been mutilated by the Alphess. Instead, she set her silvery gaze upon the inky black paws of the Alpha, hoping that he would be quick with this morning's orders so that she would able to slink back into her hole and begin suppressing old trauma once again. Adramalech began giving out his orders whilst also finding time to discuss plans with the Ignasian wolves that had made their way into the Mortiul Commons. She could be thankful for one thing this morning: Beelzebub had been ordered to leave the Common Grounds for his task, and Feyre almost sagged with relief knowing that she would be given some precious time away from his sickening touch. But another thought was quick to cross her mind as she remembered the male that had helped her through her first night in this hellscape. Feyre timidly shifted her gaze, seeking to find the fiery male that surely would have accompanied his father this morning. Sure enough, she found him, the rare twitch of a smile finding it's way into the corner of her lip as she hoped he would notice her there. Feyre found a surprising amount of comfort in his presence, a naive and dangerous thing to feel, but Varuna had gained her trust, and she was desperate enough to believe that there had to be someone here who wouldn't want to hurt her. “You two, you will be coming with me,” the tension that had left her body was back once more as the Alpha address her and his slave. This was odd. The Alpha usually couldn't care less about her, barely even deigned to notice her existence some days...and now he was requesting her presence outside of the Commons. This couldn't be good, maybe he was finally done with her. She hadn't been able to carry Beelzebub's litter, so what use did they have for her other than another cannibalistic meal? A horrified shudder rolled down her spine as she began blocking even more images out of her mind, but maybe it would be a good thing to finally be put out of her misery. Feyre brought herself to stand on her paws as she kept close to the Alpha's side, knowing that he meant what he said when he mentioned gifting scars if they were to fall behind. The she-wolf's malnourished body struggled to keep up with his powerful stride, but determination drove her forward, part of her hoping that she wasn't being taken to her death while another part of her begged for all of this to end. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2019 9:03:52 GMT -8
“Oh? Another failed litter Beelzebub?” A tepid, irritable twitch of his left ear was all he’d allow him in satisfaction. He instinctively held back a barb on how at least five of Leyak and Aamon’s siblings had passed on before weaning, but alas, he did cherish that one leftover eye of his, especially considering that Adramalach was never one for bluffs. “I will be taking her, but I’m not going to ruthlessly breed her. Delicacy is required to produce useful offspring.” Oh, what absolute idiocy! His and Suki’s union had held all the amiable delicacies a partnership could want for — had anything remotely tangible resulted from that? Progeny was something best to be spread by sheer force of will, as with Lluise, as with Eureka. One couldn’t possibly hope to get everything right on the first (or even second) try. Still, he was curious as to what Adra’s plans entailed. Lately, the male had taken a method oddly mirroring Koga’s, focusing on the systemic dismantling and destruction of his slave’s sense of self. It was a genius tactic, no doubt — but did one so bloodthirsty and battle-hungry honestly have the patience for something that slow? Time would tell. Regardless of whether or not that method succeeded, his brother had already developed a certain sheen to his eyes. Whether she was receptive or not, Feyre would soon be expecting another litter. Koga had brought his three children to receive Adramalach’s instruction, his delta and nanny lingering close behind. A quick look at the forever shaky, timid she-wolf revealed a swollen tummy she hadn’t sported in previous months, doubtlessly the works of the hulking Delta Koga had seamlessly hewn into Ignasia’s ranks. Oddly enough, Maleah, for all her anxious fears and wrenching, pulsing worries, appeared to be entirely at ease. A stroke of Maru’s genius, no doubt. It was almost charming, the way their sweet, air-headed slave assumed she had a sense of self-autonomy. Perhaps she would do well with a reminder. As Adramalach kept his attention focused on Koga’s three adolescents, he encircled the intertwined pair; a sharp, cutting sneer furrowing his features. “I’ve a good bitch of my own, Cayden. Why limit yourself to just one? Perhaps we could arrange for a trade when this is all said and done. Maleah, darling, your master will let us know when the puppies are born, yes? I, for one, would like my pick of those girls.” He pressed himself into the couple, weaving around them once more. “I would hate to be disappointed, understand? And Cayden, you can take Lluise for yourself once this trade’s been arranged.”
His ears perked at Adra’s address. So he was to take Abaddon, Endymion, and Eulalia out for a training session — droll, but droll activities did always hold a sliver of potential for something more. “Hunting territory,” He decided. “The forested plains for practicing ambush, stealth, and combat in close quarters. Any complaints? No? Excellent,” He yipped with such speed that any wolves with complaints wouldn’t have been able to voice them. “Endymion,” He purred, his voice holding dangerously sadistic degree of anticipation. “Show me why you are our best warrior. No holds barred. If every pelt isn’t painted red, I will consider this session nothing short of an absolute failure.”Exit to: Hunting Grounds Paladin Endymion @eulalia @abaddon
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Slave
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Post by Kalia on Jun 27, 2019 9:49:48 GMT -8
It seemed a day could not pass in Mortiul without some type of bloodshed. Kalia had barely joined the other wolves when General Sakia, a strange little she-wolf with an arrogant way about her, made a move against one of the alpha’s sons. Kalia had expected some punishment to come for such an action- even though Adramalech seemed to favor the general, even he could not forgive this. But Kalia never expected to see Vivaldi rip Sakia apart, tearing out her throat with the savage pleasure all of Mortiul seemed to take in death. Kalia had killed before, many times. She had felt another’s blood on her coat, had delivered the deathblow and watched the life fade from stricken eyes. She had lived to kill. She had enjoyed it. But now, living among these cruel, brutal wolves, she found herself wishing she had never taken a life or sought for vengeance. She wished that she had never been like them. For the first time she understood the magnitude of what she had done during those long, lonely months after the deaths of her last kindred. For the first time she understood what her hatred and vengefulness had caused her to become. I was just like them. I was no different. No better. What they’re doing to me, I did to others. Maybe this was right, then. Maybe this was just. Maybe she deserved to be here, to change from Kalia the killer into Kalia the slave. The sudden weight of that thought, the crushing guilt, brought a small, trembling gasp to her lips before she could stop it. She had never felt like this before. She was seeing herself for the first time, looking deep inside past the masks and lies and false faces, and she hated what she found there. Her true self, the one she had almost forgotten, was no different from one of these bloodthirsty wolves around her. Kalia barely heard Adramalech’s address to the gathered wolves, the warning to remember their places, the instructions to the individual members of the pack. She was reeling from her sudden realization, caught up in a reverie of hatred, not for what she was now, but for what she had been. She felt, rather than saw, the alpha’s eyes fall upon her, but she kept her gaze on the ground, not looking up until he spoke. “You two will be coming with me.” Now Kalia did meet the alpha’s gaze, half-fearful questioning in her own. What could Adramalech want with the pair of them that could not be handled in the commons? Why would he want to lead them somewhere else, away from the majority of his pack? This was a calculated move; there was a reason behind it. There had to be. But what? Spiraling once again into a foggy haze of her own thoughts, this time trying desperately to decipher the purpose behind Adramalech’s orders, Kalia reacted mechanically to the threat he barked out at the pair of them, falling into line a few paces behind Feyre. Clearly this was some new misery, some new way to twist her life into a form even more misshapen. But for once Kalia made no resistance to the thought of falling further; as she had finally come to realize, it was no more than she deserved. Exit to Mountainside StreamAlpha Adramalech Feyre |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2019 13:26:51 GMT -8
Another day, yet another death. She didn’t have to rise from her den to know trouble was afoot in Mortiul. Was it not always? These recent arrivals, although much needed, had completely rewritten a previously undefined social order. That would make for trouble; if not now, in the near future. Beelzebub had already taken care to ensure they would have plenty of those in store, impregnating two she-wolves much to Adramalach’s glowingly apparent chagrin. Adjetni knew what was in store, but if his first litter was any indication, it was disastrous. In addition, Adramalach had procured himself a new slave, even as Beelzebub’s first climbed the ranks. Leyak and Aamon had been generously bestowed two pets of their own: her brothers Hound and Mutt. Yet in the midst of all this change and ascension, she’d remained entirely the same: little more than Vivaldi’s soft-hearted apprentice. Vivaldi today appeared to be anything but soft-hearted. Already, the snarls and squelch of flesh revealed the victor, which was predictable at any rate. The victim, on the other hand, was open to interpretation. Could it be Endymion, who’d slipped a sly word to an off-limits lass? Could it be Flint, their flighty but nonetheless good natured omega? Or Yvaine, who given one shred of attitude too much to handle? Any wolf short of Adra himself was a possibility, but she still found herself surprised at seeing the General’s limp form lain across the earth. Sakia had been a present, one her father had delivered long ago before her birth to seal the alliance between Ignasia and Mortiul — and now, that signifier lay dead at Vivaldi’s feet. Her heart fluttered. That didn’t mean anything for the alliance now, did it? Fortunately, her Father arrived moments after the debacle to tidy up the mess, as Ignasia always did. Adramalach, thankfully, had always appeared to have an almost tender sort of attachment to him (if he was ever capable of such.) A brief apologetic exchange, and any harm caused was completely dismissed. They’d more pressing matters at hand, such as the mission involving the Ferus salutary. She listened in closely. This was what they’d discussed previously, once the three had defeated their sparring partners, their coming-of-age mission. She rose silently, ebbing forwards. She was not one of them, and might never be, but if there was one thing she wanted, it was to contribute something. Anything, no matter how small, just something to make Mother and Father and Mama look at her like they once had. Adramalach highlighted their instructions plainly, and though her siblings were more than capable of succeeding, Tiny knew she could contribute something tangle to the mission too. “Is he as big as me?” She piped up, drawing herself to her full height, enough to even challenge Adramalach’s. “Vivaldi’s trained me well, and if any of you will have me — I think I could do some good here.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2019 18:31:30 GMT -8
Much had happened since the night in the cave. Beel had bred with two other wolves, one of which seemed to have lost her litter, sending another barb to stick in his master's craw. It was affecting Adra, too, it seemed, the alpha sending a sneer towards his master and torturing him with the knowledge that Beel's hard and savage nature towards his "mates" was the main reason his young were dying or useless. Without proper care and nutrition, none of the Beta's pups would amount to what Leyak and Aamon were doing. Ronin himself longed for a parental figure, but knew that if he showed any kind of emotional weakness Beelzebub would surely rip more of his soul away, physically and mentally. He had bared the brunt of the male's anger when he wasn't taking it out on the mothers only to dump the one who had lost the litter on someone else. He expected perfection without giving the pups or the mother the tools to thrive, and the brindled slave wanted to go in behind his master and try to keep the mother from starving and the pups from dying off due to neglect or killing them outright, but he didn't dare step on his master's toes and try to tell him how he should be raising his pups if he wanted them to be useful. Besides, Ronin had no experience mating or having pups anyway. It wasn't his business to stick his nose in. He was filling out a little bit since the night in the Ignasian caves, though. After he had reached his breaking point and eaten half of Stanley before he realized what he was doing, Beel seemed to treat him just a little bit differently. He still belonged to the brute and made sure he knew it, but he was allowing his slave to take part in feedings, even if he was getting the parts that had the least amount of meat. Even so, Ronin was able to start thinking once again, no longer purely a mindless drone carrying out orders. He still did what was told of him and didn't talk back, but the cogs and wheels in his head were turning again. Perhaps when his ribs and spine could no longer be seen he could actually be of real use to the pack-- hunting, guarding the territory, something more than simply standing by the breeding den and listening in on the mothers. Adramalech was calling the pack. He rose onto brindled paws and made his way calmly to the gathering of wolves, sitting at the back of the group to allow more important members to get closer and hear more clearly. After speaking with Koga, he turned his attention to Mortiul, and gave hasty orders for training. They were all preparing for a war with the other packs, wanting to take over the land and rule over all the wolves in the area, and kill whoever opposed him. Ronin wondered briefly what his alpha planned to do with Ignasia when this war was won, or lost. Even if they were successful in taking over the mountains and plains, surely two packs couldn't lead under one mind. Koga and Adra would clash eventually, but did either of them know that? Did either of them have a plan in place already? Or did they both think that after the war, the both of them would just go their separate ways to rule over their own area? Hearing Beelzebub being directed, the skinny male made his way over to his master, again sitting a bit back so he could properly address those he was commanded to teach. For once, he wasn't given the command to go with him. He knew his default would be to follow along, even if he couldn't really muster the strength to spar or hunt in his still-malnourished state, but at the same time he was confused. Was his master's lack of a command an okay to stay here? Or was it just expected of him to follow? He watched Beel begin to saunter off and switched his gaze to Adra, clearly confused. Without direction, he was lost. The past year or however long he had been in Mortiul he was constantly berated with Beel's commands to go do this, stay here, follow him, don't eat, watch the pups. This was the first time he hadn't explicitly been told what to do. Alpha Adramalech @beelzebub |
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Nanny
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Post by Maleah on Jun 28, 2019 19:02:54 GMT -8
cicatricum refertam pulchritudo “ The business of the Prophet and his children was just now being solidified. For months, Maleah had to begin weaning herself from being the pup's caregiver, letting them become independents and strong while she started her own family. The blessed offspring of the deserter that remained safe within Ignasia were still part of her concern. Though, they were growing fast. She didn't have to watch over them constantly. Being old enough to hunt, train, and scout, all of the pups were perfectly fine being on their own.
Her first nannied trio of pups had been training for months, bulking up and becoming warriors fit to serve Adjetni himself. The mission they were soon to be going on had been buzzing about the commons more and more lately. The kidnap of a Ferus Salutary, the potential for more bloodshed, it was alluring to them. With Iliana staying loyal to Ignasia, Mortiul was in dire need of a Salutary. Why their allies had to go and get their neighbour's prize was a mystery to the nanny, but she was in no place to question either Alpha.
Her thoughts were shattered by the presence of her personal demon. “I’ve a good bitch of my own, Cayden," his grating words cut into her soul. Bitch. That's all he thought of her as. Just property of whoever accompanied her. "Why limit yourself to just one? Perhaps we could arrange for a trade when this is all said and done. Maleah, darling, your master will let us know when the puppies are born, yes? I, for one, would like my pick of those girls.” Her stomach twisted into knots. There was no way she was ever going to let Beelzebub near her pups. She would be a shield for them, a protector even if she couldn't protect herself. Pushing further into Cayden's fur, the nanny flicked her ears back in both fear and anger. “I would hate to be disappointed, understand? And Cayden, you can take Lluise for yourself once this trade’s been arranged.” In a brief moment of hormonal pregnant anger, Maleah rose to her paws, teeth bared for the first time towards her aggressor. "You will never touch any of my pups," she hissed at him, tail lashing behind her as she stood protectively guarding her swollen belly. Pressing against her mate's side to ground herself as Beelzebub left to follow his brother's command. Her heartbeat rang in her ears, adrenaline racing through her as she almost tried to hide within her mate's fur. She couldn't believe what she had done. Instantly, she feared punishment. From her Alpha, from Adramalech, from Beelzebub himself the minute he got back. Heaving in a sigh to try and calm herself down, Maleah turned her attention to the pair of Alphas. Hopefully Koga would direct her in some way to take her mind off of things.” |
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