Mortiul
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Paladin
Male
3.5 Years
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18 Posts
Whoops, my god complex was showing.
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Nov 4, 2019 2:35:21 GMT -8
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Paladin Endymion
The Purity in arrogance
A malicious grin was set on his maw, the creamy colouration of his fur stained an almost unnoticeable pink colour after the blood bath he had indulged in at the Hunting Grounds. Endymion was quick to split off from Beelzebub as they entered the Commons, not wanting to join the male in confronting the Alpha while he still smelled so heavily of that delicious coppery blood.
Soft blue eyes began their search for his usual muse, the beautiful stilt walker who had accompanied him across the rogue lands. Yvaine's fiery pelt was not easily missed against the monochrome landscape, yet it was not her that had managed to truely capture his attention. The male's large ears twitched as he caught sweet words tumbling from Mutt's mouth. “Another potential breeder," oh how precious, though he wondered if the Alpha would get a chance to claim this poor girl's soul before his brother did, a repeat of Feyre and Lluise's circumstances. Whatever happened, Endymion had to be sure to squirm his way into this girl's head before she was claimed by his superiors.
A sure-footed gait brought him towards the snowy pelted she-wolf, a handsome grin replacing the malice that had once lay there. He would have been a shining example of a good first impression if he was not stained with the stench of blood and gore, but nevertheless, he cranked his asshole-charm up to one hundred.
"Well look at what you've gotten yourself into, you precious little thing," his words dripped like smooth molasses, a slight taunt hiding behind his words before he leaned down to breathe against her neck, "a delicate lamb such as yourself won't last long in a place like this, these hounds will rip you to shreds if you're not careful." A chuckle thundered through his chest. "But don't worry, baby girl. I'm sure you'll survive long enough to have just a little bit of...fun."
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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 Nov 5, 2019 16:37:00 GMT -8
Ivory canines remained sunk deep into the loose skin and fur of Yona's scruff as Crimson drug her unconscious form back to the Mortiul Common Grounds. It was a tiring and tedious task, but one Crimson had donned as necessary should Mutt gain Adramalech's favor in order to be removed from Aamon's lifeless eyed watch to be put beneath he and Yvaine's attentive gaze. Crimson desired for Mutt to be their apprentice, one they could take time in shaping together, equal parts of the other. As the familiar scent of pack territory greeted him the black male could not help but enjoy the feeling of relief as it washed over him, relief that he would not longer need to drag Yona along the ground over every bump and crevice. 'not much further now' he thought as he passed the breeder den, dropping her not too far from it as well as somewhat near his Alpha's den, he could smell the scent of his favorite slave Feyre too as his jaw finally relaxed after having been clamped so long. A red tongue ran up over his jowls and touched the bottom part of his nose as he turned a broad black cranium to meet eyes again with the fiery pelt of Yvaine. She was addressing their alpha as he heard Yona begin to stir, though he did not look over at her, instead he took slow steps toward Mutt, walking past him to stand on his other side so the fiery pelted male was closer to the female they had abducted.“I’m pleased to announce that Crimson has successfully killed his first target. A pesky rogue that was far too cocky for his own good,” Crimson's ears stood forward as he was hopeful he had made his alpha proud by following Yvaine's teachings, he had a role to play in his pack and he intended to play it to the letter. “He took him out with no mercy, and hardly gave the young male any time to react,” continued Yvaine much to Adramalech's seemingly blank expression, disappointing to say the least to Crimson's expectations but he did not quite know what to expect from Adramalech, he was certain his Alpha would not be jumping around and congratulating him loudly like some pup, though the imagining of such an event brought a smirk across Crimson's maw just in time to hear Mutt pipe up “Another potential breeder Alpha Adramalech, if you decide not to kill her anyway.” As mutt moved to usher his gift forward, Yvaine's presence replaced his beside Crimson, The male's proud red gaze leaving Mutt to look to her as she began speaking.“Your training is done. But his is not,”He nodded gently once in agreement before placing his gaze on Mutt too, “We could consider him our first child. After all, I’ve never liked how Koga raised his children. He deserves better than that,” her tail slid down his back, making a soft warm feeling spread to his cheeks as he watched Mutt before Adramalech, knowing he is certainly nervous about this whole situation, the alpha's pitch black gaze was always unsettling. "Our first son." he humored her quietly, smiling some before giving a soft chuckle. "We will make the most odd looking couple of parents, don't you think love?"He turned his gaze to look back at her, one of his ears giving a soft flick before they both stood up proudly, his attention on her as he sat his rump on the ground beside hers.
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