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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 13:32:09 GMT -8
 Blood. The metallic scent is thick in the air, cloyingly sweet and familiar. Tattered ears flick as she hears a mighty pop, followed by a scream; her pace quickens just-so, pleased that she had not missed the whole of the tournament. Persephone lay dead and dismembered on the floor, pristine coat drenched in the red of her own blood - and it would appear that Sauron was well on his way to joining her. Keeping one eye on the battle, the alphess makes her way over to where Adramalech and Koga are seated, her own hindquarters folding beneath her and her tail wrapping lazily around her paws. Leaning in so that her voice can be heard only by the two, she utters, ”Twelve rogues total - some only good for breeding, but a few have potential. That pitiful red wolf there - a Noctis bitch.” She breathes, knowing such information would interest the two brutes. ”That ragged white one asked for you specifically, Koga - well, asked after a prophet.” Attention captured by the fight once more, she cannot help the appreciative hum that slips from her throat as Imset takes Sauron’s eye; it was possible that the female had developed a bit of a fascination, after she had taken her own brother’s. Then, the delicious rip of flesh as his pelt is shorn from his body, muscle underneath shivering and twitching from the trauma. If nothing else, Marusya’s children certainly knew how to put on a show. The killing blow is a messy one, jugular torn so violently that she is caught in the crossfire. Glancing down at the red now dripping from her neck and chest, the bitch turns her amused gaze to Imset, dipping her muzzle to accept her apology. In fact - and, spying her sons, unharmed and utterly enraptured by the fight before them - it would appear that Silas had done as she asked, and kept her boys from trouble. ”Silas,” Vivaldi beckons, expression impassive but voice loaded with dark amusement, ”Won’t you help with this mess? It would appear I sat too close to the splash zone.” The stroke of his tongue against her coat is unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, and she eyes the blonde brute with a spark of interest.
After Imset gifts Leyak with a sliver of pelt - how sweet - Varuna and Tern step into the arena. This boy appeared to put up more of a fight compared to his siblings, but in the end, the result is the same. After snapping Tern’s neck, the fire-touched male begins to gnaw at the corpse’s throat, no doubt in an attempt to receive the head. Finally though, it was time for the feast the packs had been anticipating. Eat. You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t, you will be killed on the spot. A content smile appears on Vivaldi’s face as she watches the new wolves react to such a proclamation, Feyre having a breakdown on the spot. Bishop showed promise, the first of his peers to bite into the carcasses. Kalia is next, and after watching her take a bite the white bitch steps to Adramalech’s side, bared teeth tearing into the meat hanging from Persephone’s ribs. Heavens, but it had been some time since they’d had wolf. Salmon tongue swiping at a bloodied maw, Vivaldi lifts her hellish gaze and glances about, only to see- oh, dear. Was that Kalia, abandoning her strip of flesh in the corner? Oh, the alphess didn’t think the disgust upon her face was a mask. Watching as she rejoins the circle, the alabaster bitch slowly paces over to where the young female lay, a deceptive smile upon her face. ”Kalia,” she coos, unblinking as she stares down at the fae. Then, without warning, she strikes, fangs clamping down around the other’s scruff and dragging her back to the corpse like some wayward pup. Releasing the female at Adramalech’s feet, she would snarl, hackles raised and teeth exposed. ”The instructions given were very clear. You were to eat.” The bitch hisses, blunt claws scraping against stone as she resists the urge to strike Kalia. Then, disdain dripping from her tone, ”Adramalech, aren’t we short on slaves at the moment?” Leaving the girl to whatever fate Adramalech deems fit for her, the alphess surveys the remaining rogues, just itching to spot any other signs of hesitation, of refusal. With any luck Kalia would serve as a suitable example to the rest.
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Post by Beta Ky on May 29, 2019 14:22:41 GMT -8
He Tagged: @literallyeveryone @mortiul @ignasia | Is Notes: Exit to: Ignasia Common Grounds | All
| The tournament was one of His best thoughts. How pleasurable it would be to watch so much blood spill. It'd been too long. Too long. Too long. Much. Just sparring with Varuna had almost sent him over the edge. The little cuts he had let His only son inflict had long ago clotted. The clumps of dried blood pulled with every swaying step he took, tiny pinpricks that were keeping him sane. He wanted to spill more blood. It had been so long. So long. Zeebub's plans rattled around in the back of the Beta's mind, edging his bloodlust even further. Blood needed to be spilled. He needed to sink his claws into malleable flesh and have them stained red.
After a short discussion between Him and Adramalech, it was decided which pairs would be fighting. A screech burbled out of Ky's chest, the sound reverberating just how he liked it within the loving stone walls. It was starting, and soon His litter would be victorious. They had to be. Anubis stepped up first, Beelie's daughter being just as useless as her mother and showing it as soon as the fight had begun. Anubis was taunting the brat, for sure, but little did she know just how much she was taunting Ky as well. The melanistic brute was struggling to remain behind His frame. The pop of limbs being dislodged from their rightful sockets was familiar and enticing. Ky squirmed with anticipation. He wanted to help. Needed to help. Pull each leg from the vain little bitch without letting the skin still hold it to her body. Spray that blood across the caves, let it once again fulfill his needs. Watching the tail be flung aside, the brute so desperately wanted to snatch it, to extract every ounce of blood that still stubbornly remained in the severed appendage. What kept him was His command. Stay close. And that he would do. Soon the victims face was just a pulp, a perfectly lickable pulp. He would be able to eat the flesh of the face, eyes, nose, anything he could dream of in just a small nibble of the mess of blood. And he couldn't wait to be given the opportunity.
Just as one carcass fell, another of its precursors entered the ring with Imset. He looked just as pitiful as the other one. Pinned instantly, at least providing some aspect of a fight. But Ky didn't want that. He wanted a slaughter. For Zeebub to be free without the useless extra bodies that trapped him down. Out came an eye, then another, not the most delicious of snacks, but would do in a pinch. Each scream from every victim was music to his ears. A kind of symphony. The daughters high-pitched wails, the lower bellows from this one. The final one surely was just as musically talented as his siblings. That was all they were good for after all. Oh but Imset was much more tortuous for the Beta than Anubis could ever have been. To expose the muscles beneath fur, slowly, gradually, with such precision, it was almost too nice to present the meal like some sort of prized buck. In reality he was a scrap of useless flesh, but that wouldn't stop Ky from decimating the corpse after such a lovely presentation from one of His daughters. As her fangs closed around the meal's throat, Ky darted forwards. Not far. Not breaking the rules. Just enough to let part of the shower of crimson bless his face.The smell of iron took over his entire brain, the Beta falling back as his eyes rolled backwards. Such a treat made it much harder for him to control his urges.
After a few seconds of struggling to regain control over his mind, Ky tuned in to the plethora of new, unfamiliar scents and faces that had tarnished the beautiful caves. One was very familiar. Quentin. Useless that one was. However, it seemed that the very male he despised traipsed in alongside another female, scarred and ugly. What was this one then? His attention was horribly short, flicking between the bloodbath that Varuna and the dessert course were making, and the faces. The flame-blessed male was giving a good show, not as appetizing as Imset's, but horrendous for impulse control none the less. With every strike Ky's muscles twitched. He wanted to fight. To feel the pain, to give the pain. To bleed. To drink the blood. To bathe in it, cover himself entirely in his own brand of alcohol. When the victim drew His son's blood, a roaring growl left the Beta automatically. How dare those unholy claws pierce sacred flesh?! After dessert fell still, Ky tore his ink gaze away from the arc of blood that scattered across the shale and back to the rogues. One was horrendous. Another tangerine, but nowhere near as useful as Varuna. It looked like Maleah, but without His protection. Like a plaything fit for Beelie and Zeebub's taunting.
A particularly loud crack drew his attention to much more important matters. Dessert was how headless, Varuna taking his skull as a trophy. That was much better than a tail. It almost equaled the pelt. Now that each body lay still, Ky knew it wouldn't be long. They had to give the command soon. He wouldn't just leave the Beta stuck in limbo from watching so much blood be spilled but not being able to participate. Almost pathetic whimpers left the male as he pleadingly watched His frame move towards the victors and not the meal. Instead it was Mortiul's Alpha that freed him. "Eat. You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. if you don't, you will be killed on the spot," his twin rumbled towards the new dozen. A content sigh left the Beta as he bolted into the ring, his paws squelching beautifully on the amount of blood gracing the floor.
The midnight male dropped to his knees, then fully onto the ground int he middle of the puddle, letting crimson he didn't get the pleasure of spilling seep into his fur and consume him entirely. He thrashed on the ground, spreading his paint of choice over his whole frame. That skull Varuna stole would stink for a few days as the flesh rotted off, the Beta may as well join the party while it was happening. Ending up on his side, a high-pitched hum of glee left the male as he stuck his tongue out and lapped at the iron and stone that remained on the floor. The metallic taste and scent that surrounded the Beta was heaven. He wanted to stay like this forever. Covered in blood, three meals nearby, safely under His advisory until the next time he was deployed to kill.
At last, he was ready to eat. It seemed that the daughters corpse was favored. Perhaps her meat was sweeter? With a personality like hers, Ky predicted it would be bitter and off-putting. Dessert's was probably the sweetest. The final kill, a mindless meal. But Imset's taunting was more than enough to send him over the edge. No stringy fur stuck in his mouth, getting in the way of thin sinewy muscle, that's what he wanted. The Beta almost tacked the skinless corpse after the rogues had left it alone, his own battle waging as he gripped a hind limb between his jaws. He wanted it, all to himself. Not for sharing. He yanked at it, his head thrashing as invisible blood splattered him more in his mind. Dragging the corpse around a little, Ky finally stomped his paws down on the adolescent corpse and yanked enough to hear the mind-numbing pop of a socket becoming empty. Delicately, he traced his claws over the muscles, splitting it layer by layer until his prize finally came free and he could return to His side.
The bitch, The Maleah, backed away further and further, pathetic whimpers grating on the insane male's ears. How he wanted to head over to her, to do exactly as Vivaldi had just done with another of the idiots not fit to be here or be of any use. Drag her to the corpses, but go a step further. Pin her face into the flesh, perhaps do her the honor of opening up the cavity of one of the carcasses and letting her get a first person look at the inner workings of wolves. Before he made any great decisions on an empty stomach, the Beta sank his fangs into him prize properly. Carefully, almost lovingly, he stripped every morsel of meat from the bones. His muzzle was stained just as the rest of his body was. Maybe later he would see if he could crack them open. Marrow was such a rare treat when there was nothing for him to kill. Blacked out eyes scanned the faces, seeing if any of the other wolves, or the second Quentin, would refuse to eat. While his plan for The Maleah was delightful, he didn't want the buzzing of her voice in his head. His own jumped thoughts were enough, and his musical tastes had been fulfilled by Beelie's brats. Gnawing on the end of the femur, Ky remained sitting, staring silently at all the new wolves until a hyena's cackle split his jaws and rang through the cave. Once it was clear they were leaving, he followed closely on His heels. | Let Him guide us |
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on May 29, 2019 15:46:27 GMT -8
The trek to the caves was not as long as she thought it was. She moved quickly and efficiently, not staying as close to the Alphess as some others, but sticking more towards the side of Endymion, venturing over towards Crimson a moment before they entered. Although she wanted to be near the flirtatious male she had come here with, she wanted to know the brute more. The screams coming from the cave were a delight to her ears, although screams were not common in Yvaine’s line of work. But she enjoyed them nonetheless. As they finally entered the dark caves, her eyes adjusted quick enough, focusing in on where the screams were coming from. There in the middle of a ring of wolves were two young wolves, being only six months old and no more. The first was on top, a female. Tearing away at the flesh of what used to be a male. Now it was a simple shivering soon to be corpse. She licked her lips at the sight, although not wanting to make it too obvious that she was hungry. It was not cannibalism for her, it was simply eating another species, much like she did with rabbits and squirrels. The others however, would be consuming their own if she gathered any information from the body language of those simply waiting for the battles to be over. Blood splattered against the Alphess, and Yvaine used Endymion, who was not too far from her of course, as a shield from the blood, keeping her pristine pelt clean. She watched as Kalia tried to do the same, but blood was splattered on her no matter. She smirked, and turned her attention once more to the scene in front of them. It was two males faced off with each other, this battle being nothing more than another fight to the death. Yvaine hardly took interest in it, seeing as there was a clear winner. She instead analyzed the wolves that were around. There were two large black wolves and a tawny male that Vivaldi went to stand with. They were the pack superiors, she was sure of it. One of them was scarred from what she could see, the light trickling in from the cave entrance giving her only a few glimpses of the scars he possessed. The other brute was a mirror image of him, eyes gleaming, but no color she could see radiated from them. Interesting. Next to them was a tawny male that looked a bit different, seeming at the same rank. If Vivaldi was indeed the Alphess of Mortiul, then the black male next to her had to be the Alpha, as she seemed to stick by his side a bit more than anyone else. The other tawny would have to be the Ignasia Alpha. She then turned her attention to the moving shadow behind him. A male that let out high pitched noises that caused her to growl out of annoyance. Oh, she would not get along well with him. There was something different about him than the others, but she would not be able to tell until she saw how he really acted. Then there was the she-wolf that had been in battle, next to her a mirror image. They must be twins. They looked much like the tawny male, and were probably the Alpha children if that were the case. A large white brute stood out among everyone else, being larger than even the Alphas. His white pelt was noticeable even in the darker light. Those seemed to be the ones that held themselves high, the others cowering as they watched. As she had been focused on the pack superiors, the screams that were coming from the middle soon died off, the male being dead finally. The child, who was no doubt the tawny male’s son, chewed off the head, taking it back with him to his siblings. That was when the black male rose, giving a simple command. Eat. He was short of words, which she could admire. He then turned towards the rogues. They were to eat or they would face death. Feyre started having a breakdown, the male Bishop snapping something at her. She admired that, and brought herself forward, bumping into Crimson as she did so, completely on purpose of course. Bringing herself over to Feyre, a long black limb was brought down on her neck, pushing her towards the body as she leaned her muzzle down. “You need to eat or they will kill you,” She breathed, seeing as she was slightly concerned. “I didn’t escort you all the way here just to watch you die. It’s not that bad, think of it as a rabbit,” She hissed before ripping into the body below them, taking her own piece. She gladly gulped it down, wanting to go back for more, but she would save some for the rest. Her ears perked as Kalia’s name was spoken by the familiar voice of Vivaldi, and she watched as the she-wolf came over. It seemed that Kalia could not follow orders. She kept her gaze trained on the situation, Adramalech being introduced to the group. That was the Alpha’s name. Noted. Making sure that Feyre ate, she turned around, bringing herself back to Endymion's side. Although she did enjoy the male's company, she stuck with him mostly because he was aware of what she could do. While the others had yet to see it. Feyre Paladin Endymion Protector Bishop Assassin Crimson Kalia @vivaldi Alpha Adramalech @koga Beta Ky Apprentice Anubis Apprentice Imset Apprentice Varuna Delta Cayden @tiny @anyoneelse |
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Post by Paladin Endymion on May 29, 2019 16:30:05 GMT -8
Endymion couldn't see much of the territory through the cloak of darkness, but he could tell that it was beautiful. The silhouettes of the mountains illuminated by streams of silvery moonlight painted an eerie scene that paired well with the echoed screams that resonated from the caves they were led to. The male's hackles twitched as he made his way through the halls of the stone maze, his skin itching at those brilliant screams that brought him back to the day he had slaughter his brother in a cave very similar to this one. Sweet memories were revised as they came to a large opening, his crystalline eyes sweeping over the many faces that formed a circle around what look to be a duel. Eager steps brought him to the edge of the ring, a sadist's smile quickly finding it's place against his ebony lips as he watched blood flow from the body of a paralysed youngling. It seemed that a magnificent show had been underway just in time for their arrival, a spectacle that Endymion found himself enjoying very much. Though he would have loved to be the one tearing the skin from that young male. He wouldn't have done the task as precisely as this young female was, but the sound of flesh being torn away from muscles and ligaments was like fine wine to his parched ears. He didn't even flinch as the male's throat was torn from him, a spray of blood finding it's place across his chest while Yvaine ducked behind him to avoid the crimson shower. Endymion chuckled as he looked down at the droplets of blood that had made their mark on his fur. It was a shame that it was all in a very hard to reach area, otherwise the male would have very gratefully licked it from his pelt. The next battle ensued as quickly as the last had ended, two males fighting savagely until Endymion was watching the fiery male who resembled Feyre as he removed his opponents cranium to keep as a prize. He hadn't seen such violence since his days in his first pack, though the death of the Noctis Beta had been bloody and brutal, it was nothing compared to this marvellous show. As the last battle ended, he finally took the time to assess the pack wolves that had gathered within the cave, nobody standing out until his steely eyes found themselves rested on a large black male who held himself at the same height as Vivaldi while sharing her company. That must have been Adramalech, the Alpha who's name had been whispered throughout the rogue lands and spurred Endymion to make the long journey to the mountains. He was the wolf who he had been eager to meet, but he wasn't stupid enough to waltz up to the male and introduce himself without an invite. Instead, his chocolate ears twitched as the Alpha spoke. "Eat. You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t, you will be killed on the spot." He spoke with a power behind his words, and his command had been made clear. Endymion was immediately staring at the three bodies they were to feast on, and his eyes grew wide. Not in disgust, but rather relief. He had been without a decent meal for months now, and upon arriving here the Alpha had so graciously provided them with sustenance. He had never eaten another wolf before, had never really had to resort to cannibalism, but he had done horrid things in his past and enjoyed the taste of warm coppery blood against his tongue, so surely digesting his own kind wouldn't be as bad as Feyre was making it out to be as she whimpered away from the bodies. She was truely pathetic, but she wasn't his problem anymore, as he stepped up to the headless carcass, deciding that he would rather rip through the flesh himself rather than simply eat from the already skinned wolf. Tearing through the fur was the best part of the feast, listening to the skin splitting and watching what little blood was left in the young male seep to the surface before Endymion buried his muzzle into the body, taking grateful mouthfuls of protein-rich meat. When his hunger had been sated, he stepped away from the carcass with a wicked grin set on his face, quickly deciding that eating another wolf was really no different to chowing down on a deer. The texture was different of course, but the taste was all the same to him. If cannibalism was a regular occurrence in this pack, Endymion definitely wouldn't be bothered by it. As long as it wasn't him who was being eaten, he saw no reason why they shouldn't take the opportunity to eat such a readily available source of food. Endymion found himself sitting with his tail wrapped around his rump, Yvaine once again finding a spot at his side. He gave the smaller creature a quick glance as her presence was noted, but his gaze did not linger for long, instead he found himself looking towards the superiors, keen to hear what they would have to say next, and intrigued to know if the act of cannibalism had been the test that Vivaldi had spoken of, or if their was more yet to come. |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 16:37:29 GMT -8
Eulalia was...uneasy. The carnage was absolute, the body of what was once a female lupess sprawled carelessly across the stone floor. Dead, dismembered, desecrated. That wasn’t the end of it, though; two young wolves were facing off as it was, the crunch and pop of bone accompanying the cacophony of screams flowing from the male’s jaws. The mottled wolf shudders, delicately stepping around the growing pool of blood and taking a seat to the right of Bishop. Ironically enough, the battle wasn’t the source of her uneasiness though; that would be Bishop himself. He was so calm, collected, uncharacteristically so; from the moment they had crossed the borders he had become some changed version of himself. Not once has she seen his eyes dart to and fro to catch sight of a fox only he could see. And now - to see him smirking so callously as the final pair begins their fight - it sets her heart to quickening. Not in fear, or disgust, just...annoyance, she thinks. Did he smile so, when he tore her life’s light from them? Was he smirking as her sister’s blood fell from his jaws, her throat torn and ragged. With a small start, Eulalia realizes that she has been staring unblinkingly into the side of Bishop’s head, something like anger brimming in her pink and blue eyes. With a sharp inhale, she looks away, just in time to see the final male take his last breath. His head is detached soon after. Immediately following the battle’s grisly conclusion, a great black beast takes center stage, commandeering the entire area with his presence. Eat. You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t you will be killed on the spot. Tapered ears flatten against her skull. Feed? From their own kind? This had to be the test Vivaldi had spoken of. A few of her fellow rogues seemed to express the same disgust present in her stomach, Feyre going so far as to break down into quiet pleas. To her surprise - and she was surprised, the flare of emotion foreign in her chest - Bishop is the first to step forward, hissing cruel words in Feyre’s war before moving towards a...body. He didn’t even hesitate, biting into the skinless corpse and swallowing before going back for more. Exhaling, the mottled bitch pads blindly over to another dead pup - not the same one Crimson and Bishop fed at. She didn’t think she’d be able to stomach the meat with Bishop gorging himself so willingly in front of her. So distracted is she that she hardly notices she has taken position at the female, across from the alphas themselves. Before she can think about it too much more, she lunges forward and grasps at whatever flesh she can reach - a slice of shoulder - throwing her head back and swallowing it down. She shudders. Fog clearing from her mind, she gazes down at the...wolf she had eaten from. What was once a pure white coat was practically gone to nothing now, stained deep red. The facial features were almost unrecognizable, but- but. For a single, horrifying moment, it is Faylin’s face, Faylin’s dead body being devoured on the stone floor. With a low moan, Eulalia stumbles back from the corpse, just in time to avoid Kalia’s thrown figure. Her stomach roils, bile threatening to spill from between her lips, and it is only with a harsh swallow and low whine that she keeps the flesh down. Barely. It had been some time since she had thought of her sister, but Eulalia wonders what she would think of her - of them - now.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 16:57:15 GMT -8
The stone was icy against Abaddon’s paws as he followed the ghostly alphess into the cavernous passageway lying deep in the territory. Sharp stalactites hung like fangs poised to strike overhead, casting leaping shadows in the watery moonlight that barely filtered into the inky domain. It wasn’t the cold or the barely-visible sights that grasped his attention, however. It was the smell of blood. If he had thought before that the earthy scent stained the pack’s territory, it was nearly suffocating hear. The tang of iron settled over the brown male’s senses, centering him. There was no world in which that smell could ward him away. Vivaldi led the large group deep into the caves, finally reaching a space thoroughly packed with other wolves. They formed a ring along the edges of the cave. At the center - stars above, at the center. A young female with eyes like pools of hell was standing over a prone opponent, one wickedly clawed paw poised near his face. Near his eye, Abaddon realized as a flourish of her limb severed the eye from the poor male’s skull. He must have been paralyzed, the brute realized, watching with sick intrigue as the female began to skin the wailing creature alive. Blood was already coating the rocky floor, too much to belong to the screaming male alone. There was another body, he now noticed, that had clearly been dragged out of the ring in time for this battle. It was mangled beyond all recognition - just as the poor male soon would be. There were more young wolves gathered at the sidelines, none of them so much as yearlings. Even the wicked female practicing her destructive craft at centerstage looked no more than six or seven months old. These were duels, he realized. A series of them, and all would certainly be to the death. Abaddon couldn’t take his eyes off of the gruesome scene; he had taken plenty of lives, but had never taken interest or pleasure in torturing the poor souls that met his claws. However, despite the sickness coiling in his gut behind his neutral expression, the male found himself strangely impressed by the female’s skill. She was young, but brutal and deadly in a way Abaddon himself was not. Once the pelt had been completely removed from her opponent’s body, she wasted no time in ripping his throat out. Blood sprayed like rain, even splashing over Vivaldi, who was seated not far away. No time was wasted before two new contenders rose. A patchwork of fire and ash met with a male dark as night. From the beginning the duel was something Abaddon could recognize from his experience. It wasn’t torture, but true combat. The boys clashed and collided with fury that only came with fighting for one’s very existence. That is, of course, until the fiery male latched onto his opponent and shook the thrashing body until a snap had it falling still. And then settled down to the task of slowly gnawing the black male’s head from his body. There was a pause in the ‘festivities’ as the victorious pups gathered around a male mottled with browns and creams. Their father, perhaps. It was not long, however, before a large brute with a pelt like ink nudged a pair of pups toward the carcasses lying in the cavern floor. His voice echoed off the walls as he announced, “Eat.” His attention turned to the rogues. “You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t you will be killed on the spot.”
A pit settled in Abaddon’s stomach. This was the test Vivaldi had mentioned. Cannibalizing the brutalized bodies of pups. Through an impassive visage, the male watched as Bishop was the first to trek forward and rip a chunk of flesh from the flayed corpse. The poor female presented by Endymion as a gift cowered pleadingly near the floor. Abaddon fixed her with a hard look. If she caught his eye, she would see his glare, urging her to realize that no one here could make this go away. Deep down, he hoped she would survive the night. He doubted she had done anything to deserve this fate. Abaddon stepped forward, steeling himself. His face was empty and his eyes stony as his muzzle lowered to the skinless corpse. Iron flooded his senses as his teeth sank in. Blood was not an unfamiliar taste in his mouth, not by a long shot. His head snapped to the side, the meat tearing away in his maw. He chewed and swallowed without flinching, fixing his eyes on Vivaldi and her ebony companion and lowering his head. My services are yours. Here is my proof.
The male stepped away from the corpse to allow another to step forward and turned away. A sense of wrong curled within him, but he didn’t feel guilt. The flesh of a strange, already-dead wolf would not keep him up at night. For a moment, he glanced around for Iliana. Did the sweet, patchy female partake? Had she already found her prophet? A flash of pale fur caught his attention, honeycomb eyes flashing toward it. However, it wasn’t Iliana he found there. It was a slim male, his creamy pelt splashed with ash. His black-ringed yellow eyes were all too familiar as Abaddon caught a glimpse of his face. All at once, the world went silent around the chocolate male. How? Of all the wolves in all the places, how on Earth had the universe brought them both here? Abaddon shifted forward, pushing his large body through the crowd. His jaws split apart, a name spilling into the air. “Silas!” The curve of his lips became the barest hint of a rare smile as a deep, gravelly chuckle slipped from him. “Silas, you old bastard,” he said, stopping in front of the male. Abaddon thought he had seen the last of Silas all those weeks ago when he left the desert and their crumbling pack behind. He stared down at his once-close friend. “Of all the places,” he said, his voice dropping. He shook his head. “How are you?” Suddenly, his eyes were serious, flicking around the caverns. “And the others?” he added, his voice a rumbling murmur. A glimpse of Melek or Peia in the throng - were they there? |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 17:41:20 GMT -8
Even Iliana’s chatter dies as the group approaches the caves, the thick scent of blood stealing her breath and clogging her throat. Coughing just a bit, she wrinkles her nose a tad, eyes blinking closed as they adjust to the abruptly dim lighting. When they open again, everything is red - from the bloodstained arena to the screaming male at its center, pelt being methodically torn from his flesh. Periwinkle eyes widening, she can feel tears beginning to gather in the corners of her eyes. It is a relief when his throat is ravaged, moans and cries finally ending. She had known - somewhat - what she was getting into, she had heard the horror stories that floated from the borders out into the rogue lands. But - oh god, the screams. With nary a peep falling from her lips, she hunkers down to watch the last battle commence, between - those were children. Children, tearing one another limb from limb.
She raises a leg to wipe at a suspiciously damp cheek with the back of a paw. She wouldn’t look away, she couldn’t. It was horrifyingly gruesome, but still Iliana found herself captured by the sights before her. The patchy wolf turns away only when the boy’s cranium is gnawed from his shoulders, eyes rolled back sickeningly in his head. That’s the end of it, she thinks. It must be! Only the raven brute that holds the attention of the room seems to think differently. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t you will be killed on the spot. I’m not yours, she thinks quietly to herself, but behind him (oh, behind him!) sits a male of regal oak, an aura of otherworldliness surrounding him. It had to be the prophet, it had to be! Yet he gazed upon these corpses with approval, nary a sliver of regret in his gaze as his partner bids them to eat. Iliana shivers. This was a test for Ignasia as much for Mortiul, and in order to meet her future, she must pass it.
The burnt lupess creeps over to the skinless corpse. Without the fur there, it hardly looked wolf, and as long as she didn’t look at its face...it was deer, or elk, or perhaps even a young moose calf. It certainly was not the desecrated body of a child, and she certainly was not crying as she bites into the meat of a thigh and swallows, taking two, three more bites with eyes blurry with tears. Swallow, swallow, swallow. And keep it down.
A low whimper escapes her maw, quiet enough that no one likely heard it. Surely now, she deserved a reward. Surely she could meet one of the wolves who had brought her here, had given her purpose for the past moons. Gasping out a low breath, she waits until he has finished speaking to the...winners, before pacing hesitantly over. Her tail is not quite tucked, but it certainly isn’t raised either, and she gazes up at him with hopeful blue eyes. ”Sir,” she squeaks, mortification quickly overtaking her features as her voice breaks. Clearing her throat, she tries again, a little smile pulling at her lips even as she trembles with nerves. ”Are you the prophet? You must be, it just feels right.” Before she knows it, the cream bitch is rambling, words falling from her maw almost quicker than she can think them. ”I was caught in a forest fire in the pines, so many months ago, and the smoke, it- I passed out, along with my...companions. When I woke, I had lived, but the other two- burnt to ashes, nothingness. They were so close to me, and for so long I wondered why the fire hadn’t killed me too.” She pauses to take a breath, inhale just a tad shaky.
”When I heard of- of Ignasia, of your fire god, I knew. I knew. He spared me! I’m meant to serve Him.” Suddenly, sensibilities return, and she ducks her head. What had she done? Rambling at one of the most important wolves in her life, meeting his eyes-! In a sheepish whisper, she utters, ”Please, sir- please let me.” The patchwork pelted female didn’t know what she would do if turned away, and anxiety thrums in her chest.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2019 18:32:43 GMT -8
It wasn’t as though he’d expected his children to win.
Even from the first wisps of the idea, he’d known the tournament would be a set-up. Something swift, efficient, suitable to eliminate the bastards he’d breeded. At one point, they’d each been the bearers of his pathetic hopes. Each held a potential at first; as tiny and insignificant as it might have grown in the wake of their mother’s betrayal, it was there, tangible and true. And yet, as things that were tangible and true tended to do, more and more vanished, incinerated like the smallest dying slip of smoke. These — Persephone, Sauron, Tern — were but unfortunate blips. How perfectly befitting that even as she readied herself for her first and final true fight, Perci remained problematic, recklessly heaving ruckus and havoc wherever she turned. Furless, scarred features puckered in pulsing distaste. No, no, he’d decided the delta’s pups had been far beyond saving long ago. Languidly, he lifted himself onto long limbs, trotting aimlessly towards Adramalach and Koga to begin the spectacle. A warning growl would summon the slaves. In front, Leyak and Aamon watched with eager, wide eyes. Hopefully, they’d learn a lesson for their cousins’ idiocy. Perhaps then, his pups would finally be of some good use.
Anubis and Persephone were first. He eyed his brother suspiciously. Adramalach had doubtlessly tired of her moans, her whines, her constant, incessant complaining, and had decided to do away with her in a way that would please all — by having Ignasia’s most sadistic child slice her limb to limb. Befitting? Perhaps, but brutal? Oh, most definitely. Anxiously, he adjusted his posture, learning forwards to get a good view of the action. Anubis never once hesitated, immediately plunging into brilliantly chaotic bloodshed without so much a moment’s reluctance. As if she felt such. Earsplitting squeals echoed through the cavern walls as her lithe, delicate limbs cracked like twigs in Anubis’s jaws. Excitable yelps ebbed through Beelzebub’s frothing maw as he steadied himself on twitching onyx forepaws, thrilled with the decadent splatter of guts and gore. With another wrench, the tail popped off, as if attached by stems, dangling from dripping fangs. Another thrash, and Persephone’s flaxen ear flew through the ear, discarded for now. Bit after bit of her flesh and features was adamantly stripped away, strewn about the cave for ready mouths to seize. Generous, just like her father and mother. Beelzebub nodded in gratitude as she easily slit Persephone’s throat open, pausing to lap at the pooling crimson puddles, drink to quench his thirst.
Imset and Sauron came next. Just as his dead-eyed sister had before him, Sauron lunged for the first attack foolishly. Imset dodged without so much a miniscule shred of effort, but unlike Perci, Sauron hadn’t accepted his fate just yet. Desperately, he dashed for the crowd — Beelzebub rose, clouded features contorting into a sadistic, hideous snarl — when a brash, furious bark erupted from chaos, proceeded by a brutal pop. Sauron, paralyzed, was now at her mercy. Elatedly, the enthusiastic adolescent sprang to work, beginning the process of flaying her first wolf: alive, of course. Tortured screams toyed with his deliciously mounting desire to feast, to bury his muzzle in the intestines and gorge, but he forced himself to remain patient. Still, salvia pooled at pitch corners, pooling at worn ashen paws. Torturous, that’s what this was, being forced to watch a pup’s decadent, impassioned displays and sitting unable to participate. How could Adramalach be so cruel? He would have to voice his complaints to Vivaldi later, who now waltzed in, followed by a band of twelve strays: twelve! “Twelve rogues total - some only good for breeding,” Vivaldi quipped. “But a few have potential. That pitiful red wolf there - a Noctis bitch.” Beelzebub’s ear perked in sudden interest. “Noctis, hmm?” Preying eyes poured over the gathered lot before settling on a petrified, oddly patterned she-wolf, quivering at the carnage. Oh god, just like Mal, just like Elysia, just like Miyako — he panted, twitching with glee. It’d been long, too long since he’d last gotten a thrill, a lovely bit of action anyways, and what better way to start? “I’m thinking,” he mused aloud, unable to contain hitched, course giggles. “I’d like a Noctis bitch to match Somnus. She’s mine. Don’t you worry about studding — I’ll be handling the first round.”
A piercing crack pulsed through the air. He flitted his gaze just in time to witness Varuna snap Tern’s neck in two, happily centering his efforts on carving out the skull. Fitting, considering his son never had any brains to begin with. After the alabaster bones came to surface, Adramalach and Koga concluded the tournament and started the feast, commanding the twelve newcomers to come taste their first wolf flesh. Slyly, he shifted his attentions over to Ronin. The youth that had initially thought himself too good to feast now eyed the carcasses with something akin to desire; the wanton, desperate wants of a wolf on the brink of starvation. A once healthy male had been reduced to a corpse, a skeleton draped in hanging, loose hide. “Poor thing,” he purred, harshly swiping his tail on the contour of his ribs. “You’re just wasting away! I bet you must be starving.” Delicately, he draped himself around the emaciated male. “Look at all that meat,” he whispered. “Do you even remember it? How blood tastes rushing down your dry throat? How sweetly marrow slips from the bone? The crunch of plump, fresh kill between your teeth? It’s all right there.” He shuddered, imagining the incredible taste of the adolescent meat for himself. “I’m going to give you a present. I’m going to let you gorge yourself until you vomit. Eat and drink as much as you want. Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He teased. “Only when Marusya, Cayden, and Maleah come back. I promise then.”
In the distance, he could see her shivering, barely make out her wispy, pathetic whines. How absolutely typical. Oh, just like all the rest, filled to the brim with those exaggerated, incredulous excuses. Oh that, anything at all but that! I couldn’t possibly eat wolf! A single russet eye rolled in its socket as the corners of an onyx maw curled into a grin. As she stepped back, he roughly hooked his forepaw around one of her hind legs, yanking so she’d lose her balance, hopefully thudding harshly onto one mottled side. Instantly, large paws latched onto her slim brindled shoulders, keeping her pinned as he burrowed his nose into fine, delicate fur on her neck, inhaling sharply. “Ohh,” he groaned. “You’re just a baby, aren’t you? Just a pretty, sweet puppy that’s lost her way home. Nobody’s even touched you.” A salmon tongue swiped at the base of her neck, edging up to just underneath her jawline as he forced her steady. “You must be hungry after such a long journey.” He panted, spittle pooling from his frothing jaws onto her pelt. “But you won’t eat for yourself. Tsk, tsk. It’s not good to be so picky here. But I can fix you,” He breathed jerkily, pressing his face closer and closer until his muzzle was centimeters from her own. “I’ll fix your problem in no time, in no time flat. If you won’t eat for yourself,” He sneered. “I guess I’ll just have to force you to eat for two then.” With that, he fastened his teeth into the terrified she-wolf’s scruff and dragged her off into one of the many tunnels, all the while delighting in any horrified screams, cries, or squeal he might have fortunately elicited.
Momentary Time Skip
“Now, now,” He muttered as he dragged her battered, limp body from the cavern. “I’m sure you’ll cooperate now.” He cackled, tugging her scruff upwards and forcing the flaxen girl onto all fours. Perci’s carcass lay before them, already mangled from the feasting that had occurred prior. “Eat.” He commanded. “Until I say that you’re finished. Every last bite.”
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Adramalech's Bitch
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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 May 30, 2019 0:16:05 GMT -8
"You obviously care not for your life if you can't see this isn't a matter you have a choice in. Stop sniveling like a pup."“You need to eat or they will kill you, I didn’t escort you all the way here just to watch you die. It’s not that bad, think of it as a rabbit,”The words entered her head, yet nothing really sank in. She registered the difference between the two voices, the harshness of the first coming from Bishop as he spat at her to stop acting like a pup. But she was a pup, not even two years old yet, she hadn't fully matured and despite the horrors she had witness only moments ago she was still very much an innocent soul. The second voice was familiar, and surprisingly warmer than usual. Yvaine. It was strange to hear borderline supportive words coming from her, but the way she delivered her words was still given in a hissing manner as she nudged her towards one of the carcasses, coaxing her to take even the smallest of bites. But Feyre couldn't. She wouldn't. It wasn't moral to eat from another wolf, she refused to taint what little shred of self-respect she had left. More steps were taken back from the dead bodies, but she didn't get very far. A paw was hooked behind one of her legs as she moved, catching her and sending her tumbling to the ground with a feeble yelp. Her slim body collided with the stone beneath her harsh enough for the impact to send her shooting back into some form of consciousness, the numbness in her head replaced with a wailing siren as she blinked the ebbing pain away, only to look up to see a sneering face looking down at her. Even through the darkness of the cave she could make out the disturbing features that peered at her with a gross pervertedness. Half of his face was missing, eye, ear and even flesh torn from him, leaving the brute to look horrifyingly grotesque. Feyre's breath hitched in her throat as she tried to move and quickly realised that this male had pinned her to the cold ground. No. She screamed in her head, knowing what was about to come if Endymion's vile stories were anything to go off. “Ohh, you’re just a baby, aren’t you? Just a pretty, sweet puppy that’s lost her way home. Nobody’s even touched you.” A warm tongue soon traced itself up the base of her neck and around her jawline, sending a shiver up Feyre's spine as she tried to retract from the pedophile's touch, gagging at the words he spoke that dripped with a disturbing amount of interest. “You must be hungry after such a long journey. But you won’t eat for yourself. Tsk, tsk. It’s not good to be so picky here. But I can fix you,” his face now mere centimetres away from her own, his hot breath curling down her throat tormenting her enough to send a choked sob echoing off the cave walls. She squeezed her silver eyes closed, not wanting to see the sick thoughts that flashed behind the monster's single eye. “I’ll fix your problem in no time, in no time flat. If you won’t eat for yourself, I guess I’ll just have to force you to eat for two then.” "No," she pleaded as he shifted himself above her, grabbing a piece of her scruff in his mouth to drag her numb body away from the prying eyes. "No, please, no no no," she hiccuped, legs flailing weakly as she tried to escape, but couldn't muster the energy to find grip beneath her. Feyre could only wail and scream and sob as he had his way, knowing that nobody in these damned mountains would listen to the cries for help and pleas of mercy from a young and worthless girl like her. -- Timeskip: Moments Later --Feyre's body trembled as she was dragged back into the main cavern, her breath a ragged and shuddering mess as she tried so desperately to suck air past the throat that she had screamed so harshly with. Sterling eyes that had once been so bright and full of hope were now dull and lifeless as the beast cackled against the mouthful of her scruff, pulling Feyre up onto her weak and trembling legs once more. “Now, now, I’m sure you’ll cooperate now.” Feyre whimpered at the sound of his voice, and flinched as she realised he had brought her back to the three bodies that had caused her so much trouble in the first place. Her rasped and laboured breathing grew almost frantic as he hissed a command into her ear. “Eat.” Bile found it's place in her throat once more. “Until I say that you’re finished. Every last bite.” She knew that she had no choice now. There was no way out other than death. Perhaps death wouldn't have been such a bad option after the things that the monster had just done to her, but Feyre's sense of self-preservation was too strong to let her die at the hands of these demons. So she slowly lowered her cranium towards the mangled body. And she ate. Everything in her recoiled at the first touch of her lips, her tongue, her teeth, and finally she worked the first tiny chunk of meat to slide down her raw throat, the tough texture being a weight in her stomach while the sinful deed became a weight in her chest. She waited for a few seconds trying to ignore the sudden wave of nausea that pulsed through her body. Another bite was taken, the weight in her stomach grew, and the nausea grew stronger. Feyre would eat until the male told her to stop, each mouthful of wolf sending her deeper and deeper into the pit of despair and loathing that she had begun sinking into the moment that beast had made his mark on her. As soon as he would tell her to stop, Feyre shakily made her way over to a dark corner of the cave and violently heaved everything back up again, the nausea that had so strongly set itself into her body forcing everything straight back up again. It ended eventually, and left Feyre in a heaving mess as she made her way back to the middle of the cavern only to collapse onto the ground. "I'm sorry, I couldn't— I can't— I'm sorry," she pleaded, hoping that they wouldn't slaughter her for the nausea she couldn't control. She had done as he had asked. She had eaten the carcass. But he had never said anything about not throwing it back up again.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 13:30:57 GMT -8
The battles had been gruesome, to say the least. Despite the gore painting the floor of the cave, Psyche felt a thrill of pride at the success of her packmates. The victors were the pups of her alphas - of her prophet and her mistress. Though Marusya had left soon after their arrival with Cayden and Maleah in tow, the ivory female was quite certain the Welcomer would have been thrilled by the skills her children displayed. However, there was a part of her that twisted and recoiled during the battles; a part that inwardly cringed at each spray of blood and at each of Sauron’s wailing screams as he was skinned alive on the cavern floor. That part was tamped out and pushed away. This was fate. This was Adjetni’s will. During Imset’s battle with Sauron, the Mortiul alphess had arrived with newcomers from the border. Psyche had watched with keen interest as wolves flooded the cave. She was delighted by the variety that had arrived from seemingly all walks of life. The delicate and the slender milled between the towering and powerful, each watching the gory display they were greeted by with a different mixture of horror, indifference, or outright glee. Psyche doubted those who allowed themselves to be outwardly repulsed by the rite would fit in well here, lest they could learn to understand or adjust. For a moment, the alabaster she-wolf’s eyes clung to a small female cowering near the cavern floor. The creature was pretty, with a pelt like a blazing sunset, but she clearly wasn’t ready to hold her own here. She wouldn’t last a week - unless, perhaps the alphas saw potential in her as they had with Maleah, before Psyche had even arrived. Will they all join Mortiul, or will some come with us? the female wondered as Adramalech finally stepped up, pushing his small brood ahead of him. “Eat,” the ebony alpha instructed. He commanded the same of the rogues, offering it as a chance to prove their loyalty - or be killed. Psyche astutely observed as the wolves began to come forward, starting with an immense brute marbled with cream and ash. Good. The alabaster female nodded approvingly to herself; those who took easily to their ways and without fear might fare well in either pack. The first male was followed by a pretty flaxen she-wolf and a ruby-eyed brute. Psyche rose to her feet. Perhaps it was time to go meet the new blood. A flash of ginger in the masses had a grin splitting across Psyche’s lips. Humming to herself, she danced up to Quentin’s side, as chipper as ever. “Well, I see Vivaldi managed to collect you,” she purred. “Quite the assortment, no? I even thought I saw - ” Carnation eyes swept once more over the milling crowd. There! She spotted the deer-wolf, nearly a mirror to Quentin himself. “Yes! There she is, another of your’s. Who knows, if you’re nice enough too her, perhaps you’ll make a friend.” The female stepped away, brushing her shoulder against the taller male’s flank as she went. “No time like the present to make acquaintances, hmm?” With a wink, she slipped away into the crowd. Psyche stepped lightly through what had before been the fighting ring, sidestepping the larger pools of blood. The typically pristine white of her silken pelt was flecked with drying crimson left over from Imset’s carelessly messy - but breathtakingly efficient - removal of Sauron’s throat. As she passed by the mangled corpses, she snatched a few small mouthfuls flesh from Sauron’s flayed flank. Guilt over consuming another wolf had melted away a very long time ago; now it was simply another meal - another gift from Adjetni’s bounty. She moved on quickly, however. The others deserved their fill. Looking over the crowd, Psyche found Quentin’s female counterpart seated near a well-built, breathtakingly handsome male. Her lips pulled into a delicate, inviting smile as she neared. Her lovely head was held high, her posture comfortable. “Greetings to the both of you,” she hummed with a smoother-than-honey voice. The female took a seat, curling her tail around her paws with unhurried grace. She shamelessly looked over the pair with appraising eyes. She had noticed them both earlier on in passing, noting that they had both gulped down their share of the carcasses without a shred of complaint. The female was smaller than Quentin by far, but still would stand a few inches about Psyche. Her pelt was a true thing of beauty, splashed with colors that the dove almost envied. Her male companion was also alluring. A sturdy body was hidden beneath his beautifully mottled coat, and eyes like pools of water in summertime glared from the sharp features of his face. Finished with her physical assessment, Psyche moved on, “It’s a pleasure to welcome you here. I am Psyche of Ignasia. Who might the pair of you be?” |
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2019 18:50:52 GMT -8
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As the group approached the entrance she slowed down for a moment. She wanted to say one more thing to the pups, but before that she would send Cayden a head. "Throw him into a dead end tunnel or hole until we're ready for him," she ordered, her body swinging around to face the pups and Maleah, the cave entrance to her back.
"Now little ones, there are gonna be a few rules," she started, her tone more stern than earlier as she looked at each one. "You do not leave Maleah's side tonight, unless ordered by an Alpha and Maleah will point them out to you, if you do there is punishment," she stated, looking to Maleah to see her reaction before eyeing the pups again. "Second rule, when food is offered to you it is rude to refuse, so show your kindness by eating or you will be punished," this time she watched the children's reactions. Her rule was strange out of context, the pups had yet to experience wolf meat yet. "Third rule, do not cause trouble and you already know what happens if you do," she said with a little smirk at her joke of constant repetition.
Glancing up to Maleah she gave a smile before moving forward towards the entrance. Entering, she was walled by the floor of odors. Blood was the most prominent smell, triggering herself to salivate. Eyeing Maleah, then the pups, she moved to direct them to a corner away from most of the carnage and other wolves. This was mostly because there were several new faces, she didn't know them nor trust them, and these pups were in current terms, valuable.
"I will go join Koga, I will have Varuna bring some meat over for you to eat, and try to offer some to the little ones as well," she said to Maleah. Giving her friend a nod and a once over of the pups, she turned and trotted back into the fray of wolves. Although, not quite a fray, enough space to enjoy yourselves company, but also too many to be crowded in an enclosed space.
Humming to herself, she came up alongside her mate, her eyes closed as she brushed against him. Even though she had just saw him, she still missed his presence dearly. However, she needed to get to business, she wouldn't even think to get food before discussing the situation with him. Opening her white eyes, she spotted something shockingly beautiful.
In excitement she had never felt, her front paws did a little step dance had never done. Her tail swayed side to side in utter joy. What a blessing this site was. Letting a small chirp of excitement slip her lips she ran up to this burned and patchy she-wolf, invading her space as they were only inches apart.
"Oh my goodness, darling, you are beautifull," she drawled lovingly, looking over her full frame in genuine adoration. "Please tell me your name?" she asked, her smile wide with joy.
"Iliana, ma'am," the girl said her name is such a shy but honest way Marusya practically melted. "What a beautiful name for a soul as precious as you," she paused her body shaking a little in joy, but as she paused tears pricked at her eyes. Moving forward she embraced the girl, head wrapping around her as much as Marusya could muster.
Finally stepping back, "Welcome home darling, please feel free to come to me whenever, I will be glad to personally teach you our ways." This is exactly what they needed, this was a sign. Adjetni was proud of the tournament tonight, rewarding them with this proven follower. However, her chest ached, there were other things they would need to focus on.
"But you'll have to excuse me for now, I have pressing matters that I need to discuss with Koga," she gave a sad smile, moving forward to touch her nose to the girl's cheek before pulling back. "We will talk more later," turning, she looked to her mate as he would have heard her words. Nodding to him, she moved to go to where Cayden stood, but as she approached she had a brilliant idea.
"Cayden, why don't you grab yourself a meal and bring some back to Maleah and the pups? Maybe try and help her get them to eat?" Marusya suggested with a sly smile. They seemed to be getting on well enough, maybe this little project can help them bond some more.
As he moved on, she turned to look at her mate then to Stanley, her clucked her tongue in disappointment. "Cayden subdued Stanley but not before Miyako had managed to escape with two of her pups, Zayn the oldest and Lotus the youngest," she let a small growl of annoyance rumble through her chest. She eyed her mate to see his reaction, "I think her scent will be easy to track, and she'll be slow with two pups in winter."
After Koga finished and said his part, she would agree. Of course, he would suggest Adramalech to pick the punishment, as Stanley had betrayed them he was little more than infidel waiting to die. "I agree," Marusya stated, looking to him with an apologetic smile. "I brought him in, and I had him train with Vivaldi," she whispered to him, feeling a cloud of regret form in her chest. "I thought he would be good for Maleah," closing her eyes he felt him kiss her forehead. A small sign of forgiveness and a small whisper of, we'll talk later.
Stepping away, she would let him and Adra deal with Stanley. Moving forward she spotted Adramalech, Vivaldi, and his sons with the pups, Maleah and Cayden. Looks like everything was going smoothly on that front. Turning she spotted another treat. Approaching in excitement that quickly turns into disappointment, she stops.
What a shame, the red she-wolf seemed to have already been claimed. By the looks of it, by Beel. What a shame. Hopefully, they’ll be able to pair her and Varuna when he is much older, if she stick around long enough for that. Better starting sowing that seed early though. Turning she began her way to her son, and daughters.
Before she could get a word out, Adra made his announcement about Stanley. Listening intently, the battle was between Ronin and Stanley, but the looks some might bet on Stanley. But catching the look in Ronin’s eyes, she would bet her money on him. He had the look of desperation, Stanley had been wearing the look of a quitter and gave up long ago, so to Marusya the results were clear.
When the fight starts, she watches with mild interest. “Varuna, darling, congrats on the win tonight sweetheart, but why don’t you try and get that sweet girl to eat,” the suggestion was a clear order. Either he left for his small mission, a chance for him to practice deception, or force if he chose that, or he would be punished.
“Congratulations on the two of you as well, I think a reward should be in order,” she hummed towards them. Of course, by now, they should have figured the reward would not be a materialistic thing but something they would really appreciate.
Moving she takes a sliver of meat from a nearby corpse, eating and chewing. She finished a small leg before stopping. The night's festivities were at an end. Collecting all those that were around, she turned and began the parade towards Ignasian borders. A new wolf among them.
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on May 30, 2019 22:08:33 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | His attention was brought to the many rogues that were there. Although only one of them really caught his eye. A black one, that held every facial feature he recognized in his current offspring, and the ones of past he had slaughtered when they proved to not be good enough. That was one of his, living and breathing children walking into the cave. For right now, he would not approach, as he would want to discuss this privately with Vivaldi on what this implied. This male however, had already peaked Adramalech’s interest and he had only been there a few minutes. The only other one that really caught his attention was the sniveling female that was having a breakdown over the fact that she didn’t want to eat the wolves that were in front of her, laying strewn about the cave floor for anyone and everyone to eat and enjoy. He was about to pipe up, but it seemed that his brother had beaten him to it, dragging the she-wolf to god knows where. He rolled his eyes. Beelzebub was trying to reproduce yet again, when he wasn’t even sure if his second litter had been successful or not. Adramalech would have liked to take the pretty she-wolf for himself, have her surrender to him, bring her to trust him, make her fall in love with him, fill her with his pups, have her willingly birth them. And then slaughter them if they weren’t good enough right in front of her very eyes. But alas, his brother had already placed himself as the male who she would birth pups to. Potentially, this could be an opening for Adramalech. A pregnant she-wolf was the most vulnerable.
His ears perked as Vivaldi spoke his name. He looked over to the she-wolf. Blond and ugly. Not fit to bear his pups. Breeder definitely would not do. But a slave, now that was a more fitting position. The black male strode over, his walk being slow and agonizing as he finally approached looking over the she-wolf. “If I had half a mind I would kill her right here. She can’t bear pups of any use,” His nose dipped down as his mouth pressed against her face, more so towards her ear. “But I’ve always wanted a toy of my own. I tire of seeing Beelzebub get all the fun. I think you’ll make a good first addition to my collection hm?” He said, his tongue darting out to lick the she-wolf’s cheek. “You will do as I say. If you don’t, I will bite, I will break limbs, I will do anything to you that I want. You are mine to use,” He growled out, black depths pulling back to stare her in the eyes. “And if you oppose then I will kill you right here and be done with it,” He said. Whether or not she responded, he moved away, knowing she valued life more than she did death. He looked towards his brother, giving a short growl. “If I don’t get the next one, you’ll losing your other eye,” He said, before looking towards Marusya, who entered once more. He strode over to his boys, and snatched Vivaldi on the way, going over to the pups that were hovering near the nanny. He eyed each of them, but there were two in particular that his sons would enjoy. But he would let them decide.
Nudging them forward, he would watch intently, his body leaning towards Vivaldi to bump her shoulder as they picked. “With how good these ones turned out to be, I think you owe me another litter,” He chuckled, the smallest gleam of playfulness in his voice. “We can speak more of it later, if you wish,” Although he was truly in command here, Adramalech held Vivaldi in high regard, and he would not forcibly make her do anything if she did not want to. The only thing he had kept her from was Sakia, and that was from murdering the little bitch on the spot for her attitude. Sakia had been waiting on the outskirts this entire time, and as his mind brought him back to her, he was honestly surprised she had not taken the time to sneak away. But alas, this was her home now, and it seemed she had come to accept that whether or not it was her choice. He had finally been able to break that little wall she had put up all those months ago, and now she was one of his pawns to use as he wished. The delight at this fact only increased more as his sons were done picking. He looked over the two. Mutt and Hound. It seemed Leyak took a rather large interest in the latter, leaving Aamon with the other.
“Now I will have you know. They will stay in Ignasia for their training, as Koga promised that he would build them however we want them to be. You will take your time in deciding what you want them to be, and you will tell him. It will not be I that tells him. But you. These two are yours now, and with that, they are your first responsibility from now until the day they die, or you die. You will make sure they keep up with their training, and you will make visits to Ignasia to remind them who they belong to,” He spoke. If he had to repeat himself later to his pups, then he would. But they knew better than to forget what their father said. After he addressed this, he noticed Marusya standing with Koga. Moving over to tell the male of their decisions, he overheard what the she-wolf said. It was then that the devilish idea popped into his head. Looking over to Beelzebub’s slave, he would not ask his brother’s permission, as he knew that this would be an idea that he himself would love.
“I suggest Stanley has a trial by combat,” Adramalech said, looking towards the male. “He is put against another wolf of our choosing, and should he win, he’s allowed to live. If he loses, he dies by his opponents fangs. One wolf dies, one wolf lives,” He stated, looking towards the other two. Beckoning with his tail towards Ronin, he had a smug smirk on his face. “You,” He spoke. “You will fight Stanley. I would suggest putting forth your best effort. Your master would not want you to die so quickly,” He gave a small wag of his tail for the fight to commence.
When it was all said and done, the winner was announced, and it was time to go home. “Grab whatever you would like to take back with you. It is time to go home,” He said to his wolves. After everyone headed back, even the new wolves, he made sure to keep by his new pet’s side, to remind her that she was his.
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Post by Maleah on May 31, 2019 1:21:41 GMT -8
cicatricum refertam pulchritudo “ The caves smelled much more like blood upon her return. Though she wanted to support the blessed litter, the thought of seeing just how one body became faceless, another skinless, and the last headless was something that would've haunted her nightmares. After establishing three easy rules outside of the cave, Maleah stayed on the inside of the little brigade. With Myles still in her mouth, she tried to block at least some of the carnage from the pups as they arrived at the corner Marusya directed them to.
"I will go join Koga, I will have Varuna bring some meat over for you to eat, and try to offer some to the little ones as well,"
her Alphess directed. "Of course, M'lady," the guardian replied back, dipping her head in farewell. Given a few seconds of time to herself, her neon gaze surveyed the number of new faces. There were two that really stood out. One, another maned wolf just as Quentin was. Which pack were they seeking? Would they be just as much of a tormentor as the first alien to place himself in their presence? The second was a female that instantly approached Koga after following Adramalech's command.
She was beautiful. Truly and fully. Not even the ornate scars that her Prophet had etched so delicately into her skin could rival the rippled and obviously burnt flesh. She too the nanny's breath away. Adjetni had blessed this new face directly. She had survived his trial. How beautiful a blessing to have come after such a great victory as well!
Her marvel towards this new she-wolf was cut abruptly short by the approach of Adramalech. Mortiul's Alpha commanded attention and respect, so Maleah's gaze was refocused politely onto him and the choice his young songs were making. It seemed they decided upon the pair of brothers that shared the most similarities. Mutt and Hound. It must either be very fortunate or extremely unfortunate to be picked twice by two different sets of Alpha's children.
As the intimidating male turned to more important matters, that of what to do with Stanley, Maleah did a quick tally of the pups. Still five, that was good. The last thing she needed was to lose another as the battle between Ronin and Stanley began. Once again, a handsome pale pelt entered her vision, a large flap of meat hanging from his jowls. It was obvious where it came from, but Maleah didn't mind. The first time was difficult, but now she understood. This meat came from the unworthy, the infidels, the useless to Mortiul and Ignasia. Therefore, the life that once was behind it was worth nothing more than a doe's.
Smiling gratefully towards the Delta, the nanny cleared her voice to hopefully get the attention of the five pups. "Its dinner time! Remember to share you guys, I want to see that everyone gets enough to eat," purposefully leaving herself out of the equation, Maleah nudged the meat towards the brood that were now under her adoptive care. The sounds of the fight didn't affect her as much when she had five living pups to take care of. If the pups left any meat out, she would eat that. If they didn't she would quickly dart over to the carcasses and steal a few mouthfuls.
By the end of the fight, Stanley lay dead while Ronin was somehow victorious. Turning from tending to the five pups to see the once teddy bear now an immovable lump, her throat tightened. Stanley had been the first wolf to show her true friendship under Koga and Marusya's care. Even after his training with Vivaldi - when he became closed off and impossible to reach - Maleah still viewed him as a friend. She fought back tears by ripping her gaze from his frame. She couldn't cry. It was annoying, unbecoming, and unwarranted. He had tried to escape and steal the Prophet's children, that was an inexcusable crime. Smiling through the tightness in her chest, Maleah followed Adramalech's example that the packs were to be heading back to their respective common grounds, and followed her Alphas back, making sure to keep each of the pups close.” notes Exit to: Ignasia Common Grounds |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 2:11:40 GMT -8
Even coming to the caves was more of a formality than a requirement for the male. He didn't need some search party coming and searching for him just for skipping the all-important tournament. Not that it mattered to him anyway. The children could kill one another all they wanted, as long as - Quentin leaped backward as blood spattered towards him. As long as it didn't get him dirty. It seemed that there was only one more fight to go, and Quentin gladly hung back in the corner. He just wasn't in the mood to lick any blood off his pelt.
“Well, I see Vivaldi managed to collect you,” the sandpaper voice of the wolf he couldn't quite shake earned an eye-roll, “Quite the assortment, no? I even thought I saw - Yes! There she is, another of yours. Who knows, if you’re nice enough to her, perhaps you’ll make a friend. No time like the present to make acquaintances, hmm?” Smiling fakely at her, the alien spoke lowly, "Oh, but if I made friends with that beauty, I think you'd miss me too much Psyche. You simply love me too much." His words didn't matter much though, she was already off following Adramalech's orders and flirting with the new faces.
Quentin made no move towards the bodies after being told to eat. He'd survive when he scrounged around for a stray vole in the commons. Besides, with so many new faces and chaos ensuing, who would give a shit? Certainly not him. Thankfully, he didn't have to stay in the disgusting smelling cave for long. With everyone packing up - the souvenirs seemed to be a tail, a pelt, and a skull - Quentin was about ready to leave himself. With those prizes, they could practically make a compilation body of Beelzebub's brats. The cave was going to smell for days, the commons were going to reek of flesh, Ky was already setting himself up to be another member of the 'things he wasn't could to go near for a week' list. With a huff, the slender alien strode from the cave as soon as he could. He was bored, tired, and had smelled enough iron to practically turn himself into steel.
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on May 31, 2019 12:18:49 GMT -8
Hot pink eyes glanced up at the entrance to the cave, as the Alphess once more turned to look at the remaining five pups, "Now little ones, there are gonna be a few rules," the Alphess spoke with a stern tone and hey eyes travelled to each pup individually. "You do not leave Maleah's side tonight, unless ordered by an Alpha and Maleah will point them out to you, if you do there is punishment," the Alphess looked up to their nanny before once more turning her eyes to watch the pups. Mutt had steeled himself now, the scent of blood was coming out of the cave, but Mutt had no idea what him and his siblings were about to walk into. "Second rule, when food is offered to you it is rude to refuse, so show your kindness by eating or you will be punished," Mutt once more forced himself to not look away from the Alphess, he wasn't about to lose his nerve in front of her and show some sort of weakness, he had a purpose right now, and he'd be damned if he didn't make a good impression here, even if he had to lie straight to the face of an Alphess. "Third rule, do not cause trouble and you already know what happens if you do," Mutt noticed the little smirk that she gave the pups then, his eyes narrowed at her joke, but he gave his own smirk, and trudged forwards after Maleah and the Alphess. Upon entering the caves the heavy stench of blood choked inside of the pup's lungs, it was overwhelming closing in on him from all angles, the dark tan pup could barely breathe and he just managed to hold back a gag of disgust, but he was unable to hide the confusion and uncertainty written on his face. There were too many wolves, Mutt was sure he would never remember all of their faces, but he did notice that they all surrounded the central area of the caves that was scattered with carcasses, and wolves that Mutt knew nothing about were stripping the meat from the carcasses, but as Mutt continued to watch he noticed quickly that these weren't the regular animal carcasses a wolf would eat. As the realization dawned on him Mutt froze on the spot, he had no idea what to do and no idea what was happening, but the tightness of his stomach and the warmth of the cave kept him from immediately trying to find a way out. He was starving and hadn't eaten yet that day, and though he had a thick pelt that could withstand the cold fairly well it would be futile attempt in the long run, then Mutt's mind went back to Alphess Marusya’s rules about eating and not causing trouble. The realization of what was happening and what the Alphess meant began to make sense to the young wolf, his eyes widened a bit and he felt the beginnings of a panic attack about to start, these wolves, they expected him and his siblings to eat the flesh...of another wolf? Mutt felt the whine of fear at the back of his throat, but he choked the reaction down, remembering once more the resolve he had felt earlier, the desire to be better than his mother, to make sure Hound and himself wouldn’t be forever put down on the bottom of the social hierarchy. Mutt took a few deep breaths calming his initial reaction of fear, and his ears pricked forward, within seconds the pup’s entire body language had changed, he let the tension in his shoulders relax, and his eyes gazed calmly over the crowd. Even though he was still freaking out on the inside, he would fake every reaction and interaction if need be, he could lie his way through this, that much he was certain of. Mutt’s hot pink eyes landed on a large intimidating male, Mutt had no idea who he was, but the way he held himself immediately registered to Mutt he was of high status and therefor Mutt knew portraying himself as calm and ready for anything was necessary, so that was exactly what the pup did. Mutt was faking it, just as he had told himself he needed to do, it was a necessary evil, and it wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell it was fake, the only one who could possibly give him away was Hound, and he knew his brother would never do something like that. Mutt looked up at the adult male, two younger males seemed to be analyzing all of the siblings, it was like him and his siblings were running the gauntlet, and finally the young males had chosen, it was to be Hound and Mutt, whatever they were to be was still lost on Mutt, but being chosen over his siblings gave the pup a bit of a confidence boost. Mutt held himself a little taller, the slightest hint of a smirk now on his muzzle, he had forgotten about the sight behind the three male wolves, and smells that still seemed to surround them and settle in his lungs. The older male finally spoke, “Now I will have you know. They will stay in Ignasia for their training, as Koga promised that he would build them however we want them to be. You will take your time in deciding what you want them to be, and you will tell him. It will not be I that tells him. But you. These two are yours now, and with that, they are your first responsibility from now until the day they die, or you die. You will make sure they keep up with their training, and you will make visits to Ignasia to remind them who they belong to.” Hearing those final words made Mutt’s jaw tighten, Mutt belonged to no one, and he felt the overwhelming urge to speak up, to speak his mind, but right as he opened his maw Mutt stopped. He kept himself quiet then, right now was not the time, him and Hound needed to get the opportunity to prove themselves, and if this was the beginning of that opportunity then him and Hound could deal with the whole belonging to another wolf some other time. So, Mutt left it be and left his smirk on his face, he figured that was better than any other reaction he could put up. As all of them moved away once more Mutt’s attention once more turned back to the other things happening in the cave, and before he knew what was happening Stanley laid dead, Mutt’s smirk faltered, the confident stance began to fade, his ears pressing back against his skull. And, Mutt remembered once more his mother was gone, he looked up at Maleah, he wanted to ask where she was, she may have been a raving, mad wolf, but she was still his mother, and as crazy as he was for thinking it, he still found solace in her being near. The fact that she was still missing also brought back the thought of Zayn and Lotus also missing, he worried the most for his little sister, and Mutt licked his lips nervously, she must be cold, and hungry, Zayn too, he was gone when their mother had returned. Before Mutt could head down that spiral of thought though Maleah cleared her throat and Mutt turned to face her quickly, waiting to see what she had to say. "Its dinner time! Remember to share you guys, I want to see that everyone gets enough to eat," Mutt looked down at the large flap of meat, wolf meat. Mutt stared at it, they were expected to eat their own kind, even at only a few months old Mutt knew that it wasn’t right, but his growling stomach was echoing in his mind, he took a ragged breath, and glanced up at Maleah once more for reassurance, before he dipped his head sniffing at the meat. Alphess Marusya’s words came back to him once more, her second and third rule for the night, as well as Stanley’s dead body loomed over his unsettled stomach. Finally, Mutt broke down, he took a hesitant bite of the meat, as he did so everything from the night came rushing back, he needed to impress the Alpha’s and Alphess’s it was something he couldn’t escape and so, he did, Mutt devoured what he could stand of the odd tasting meat. As the night ended Mutt watched Maleah closely, he could feel the slightest bit of sadness, he could read wolves well, just as he could hide his own emotions well enough to fool whoever he wished. Mutt narrowed his eyes at her, but he shook off his suspicions and instead followed Alpha Adramalech’s orders following closely to Maleah, but even closer to Hound, as they all headed back to the Ignasia common grounds. -Exit to Ignasia Common Grounds- Maleah @marusya Alpha Adramalech Apprentice Leyak @aamon Hound @myles @tayla @rome |
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