Mortiul
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Slave
Female
2 years
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18 Posts
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Post by Kalia on May 31, 2019 13:15:38 GMT -8
Kalia lay still for awhile as more of the new rogues edged forward to eat, still unsettled, still trying to get her bearings and gather her thoughts. Clearly she had made a mistake by coming here. She hadn’t been ready, hadn’t been prepared. The stories had not been enough of a warning. But there was no way to leave now. Already she had seen two pups killed and Feyre dragged off by a powerful male to whatever horrors awaited her. If she tried to leave so soon after coming here, the price would be much higher than she was willing to pay. She had no choice but to make the best of the matter. Escape might come one day, but right now her priority would be keeping her mask in place, acting the part of a pack member without revealing her true feelings about all of- “Kalia.”Jarred out of her thoughts by the soft, cooing voice, Kalia looked up to see Vivaldi standing over her. The expression in the alphess’ flame-colored eyes was unreadable, and for a moment Kalia blinked in confusion. What does she want? Without warning, Vivaldi’s teeth closed on the scruff of Kalia’s neck as if she had been some wayward pup, dragging her across the floor of the caves. Too stunned to fight back, Kalia didn’t fully understand what was going on until she found herself lying at the feet of the formidable black alpha, staring up into his eyes. She had thought she had abandoned fear long ago. The battles had proven her wrong once; now the alpha did it a second time. His eyes made her blood run cold. “The instructions given were very clear,” Vivaldi growled, her claws scraping on the stone as if it took everything in her not to tear into Kalia’s flesh. “You were to eat.” She had seen, then. Kalia had not lied well enough. The flaxen fae’s breath caught, and she found she could say nothing in her own defense. Having seen the brutality of these wolves firsthand, she could only imagine what the price of her falsehood would be. Vivaldi regarded her impassively, coldly. “Adramalech,” she said after a moment, presumably addressing the alpha, “aren’t we short on slaves at the moment?” The words caused something that had frozen inside Kalia’s mind to snap back to life. Rebellion boiled up inside her, and she opened her mouth to defy the alphess’ suggestion, to spit out that she, Kalia, was not destined for a life of slavery, that she was better than that, stronger, more skillful. But Vivaldi was already turning away, and Kalia’s protests died unspoken as the truth dawned on her. Even if she spoke, they would never heed her. She had failed their test, and in their minds that was unforgivable. She was condemned to whatever life they chose for her. And she had brought it on herself. The weight of that settled over her like a crushing fog. She had no one to blame for this but herself. She had no way out. She gazed up numbly as the alpha looked her over, his words dark and chilling. “If I had half a mind I would kill her right here. She can’t bear pups of any use.” Nor will I, Kalia thought dimly. After seeing Feyre’s fate, she was determined to at least avoid that much. Of course, if the alpha changed his mind about it there would be little she could do, but she would fight with everything she had. She would not make it easy. Adramalech leaned close to speak directly in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine despite her best efforts. “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?” His tongue flicked across her cheek, and Kalia’s skin crept at the feel of it. “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 pulled back to meet her gaze, his eyes holding hers with a grip of iron. “And if you oppose then I will kill you right here and be done with it.” He didn’t even wait for her to speak before he edged away, finished with her for the time being. An old, familiar feeling rose in Kalia’s chest- the feeling of hatred. Deep down she knew that she was to blame for what had befallen her, but she was not willing to accept that responsibility. She needed someone else to blame, someone else to hate, and Adramalech could fit the bill perfectly. Yes, Kalia vowed silently, gazing across the caves at the black wolf, I will do as you say. I will never oppose you. I will be yours. But I will never be broken. I will never be like Feyre. I will hate it. I will hate you. And someday I’ll escape, and I’ll make you regret every last moment when I was yours. The events of the night proceeded. By the end of them another wolf lay dead in the caves. Kalia barely noticed any of it, caught up as she was in the surging tide of hate within her. When the orders came for the two packs to split apart and go their separate ways, Kalia followed the rest of Mortiul mechanically, walking at Adramalech’s side, her eyes unfocused and her thoughts turned inward. A sudden shame, mingled with anger, struck her as she imagined what the others must see her as now, how weak and foolish they must think her. But she forced the thought away, telling herself it didn’t matter. She had played harder roles than this before. Kalia the slave would be just another face, another act, another lie. Just another face, she told herself over and over during the trek back to the Mortiul lands. It’s just another face. Exit to Mortiul Commons @vivaldi Feyre Alpha Adramalech |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 14:38:47 GMT -8
SITTER SILAS
Boredom clutched his mind as he watched, with mild interest, in the first fight of the night. He was not fazed with death or killing, the sounds grated ever so slightly on his nerves. He wished the winner would have cut the girl throat out sooner, his voice was pathetic. He rolled his shoulders, adjusting his weight on his back haunches. Waiting for his Alphess to arrive, he was not worried. If anything these last months has shown him was that Vivaldi was not a character to underestimate.
Thankfully she arrived during the second fight, several rogues trailing in behind her. New faces was something to be enjoyed.
Watches fights, stands and greets Vivaldi with a quick bow of his head. He did not return to sitting when she sits closer to the front of, he adjusts himself so he was standing several paces behind her. A shadow if you may.
”Silas,” Vivaldi beckons him forward, he did not miss the tone in her voice. ”Won’t you help with this mess? It would appear I sat too close to the splash zone.” Her words had a small chuckle echoing from his throat, both in nervousness but in genuine amusement at her joke. She had a humor he enjoyed. Approaching her, she stood taller than him but the mess was still easily within reach.
Swiping a tongue, he started gentle at first, wanting to savor this moment. But with each stroke he grew more confident, even pulling on the hairs a little to make sure he really got them clean. At one point he was a little to rough and her teeth was around his scruff, a warning. He let out a please growl at the contact and she added more pressure. This lasted only a short time before she pulled away, saying that was enough. Her tone was a mixture of approval and interest, and left his heart thundering in his chest.
“Silas!” The call of his name sent his head in a circle, meeting someone unexpected. The chuckle and smile from his old companion had himself smiling wide. "Abaddon," he greeted warmly, facing him fully.
“Silas, you old bastard, Of all the places,” Silas smirked at that, giving a casual shrug. “How are you? And the others?” Abaddon brought up the others from the pack, Silas frowned slightly at the question and shifted uncomfortably.
"Cass left me in the desert, not long after you, and I kept moving on. Stumbled upon this group, saw Vivaldi," his voice lowered a little and his eyes moved to find her in the crowd. A small of attraction crossed his lips as he still tasted the blood and sweat from her coat on his lips. "I pledged myself to her," he answered, eyes moving to meet Abaddons to see his reaction.
However, before he could fully see how Abaddon was doing he saw a white body move behind his frame. One of the new faces, she seemed to be trying to escape. "Back me up," he growled as he moved past his friend to catch this slinky frame. Grabbing her harshly by the scruff she let out a choked scream. Dragging the frame of the stranger he deposited the wolf in front of Vivaldi.
Vivaldi seemed to growl in annoyance, words of accusations were tossed around before this... Lluise's fate was decided. What a weird name, Silas thought to himself, his nose wrinkling slightly. Vivaldi approached Beel, he didn't need to hear what was said to understand what would happen. Soon enough, Vivaldi returned a smirk across her face as she waited for Lluise to be dragged off by Beel.
When the ordeal of the night was over, a new body laid on the ground. He still had yet to steal any meat and grabbed a few mouthfuls before following after the rest. He now had a friend in the group, and Vivaldi was beginning to show an interest in him. Nothing could ruin this night, a smile on his lips as he moved along side Abaddon. He would catch his friend up on everything that has happened.
@vivaldi Breeder Lluise Alpha Adramalech @abaddon @beelzebub
Notes: Flonte gave permission for Silas' post to mention waiting for Beel to drag Lluise off, also ghosting Lluise's attempted escape and capture. Vivaldi also gave permission to ghost her character |
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Mortiul
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Breeder
Female
4 Y.O.
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19 Posts
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Post by Breeder Lluise on May 31, 2019 14:46:00 GMT -8
BREEDER LLUISE
Lluise felt sick as soon as she entered the cave. Blood stained the air and she almost choked in disgust at seeing a mutilated pups corpse on the ground. Eyes roamed, she wanted to see Flint's reaction to all of this, but she couldn't find his face in the crowd. The Alpha of Mortiul spoke up, ordering them to eat. Of course this was a test of loyalty, how else could it not.
She lost her resolved at the eyeless and partically faceless corpse, she stepped back and slunk through the shadows. She tried to stay hidden. Attempting to sneak past everyone and make a break for it. As she was moved teeth sunk into her scruff, her voice choked out a scream as she was roughly jerked backwards. Trying to claw away, she didn't dare scream. There was no point and would only humiliate herself more.
Dropped in front of Vivaldi, she kept her head on the ground. Her body shivered and shake, her mind was shutting down. How weak and pathetic she was, how truly weak. She wanted to bite at herself, tear herself up for being so naive to just think she could do this. Ferus looked like babies compared to this. Swallowing, she knew she made a mistake. And then her punishment was decided, to be bred and only to be bred. She was a walking womb to them now. She silently cried but refused to scream as would eventually be dragged away.
@vivaldi @beelzebub Alpha Adramalech @silas
Notes: Silas is ghost Lluise previously, Flonte gave permission to mention Beel would eventually drag her away |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 15:15:00 GMT -8
Mistress' instructions were easy to follow. He was cold, tired, and hungry - he had no need to go anywhere other than where Tayla was. He also got to learn a new name! "Malee," he murmured tiredly from within the she-wolf's mouth. Mistress was so smart! She had such good plans. Entering the cave, the tiny pup noted that it did not smell good in there. It was really metally, and not fun. The little male wrinkled his nose, but there wasn't exactly anything he could do about it. Popping his red eyes open, Myles caught a glimpse of where all the ruckus was coming from. He knew that one! She was having a good time in the ring playing with another wolf he didn't know. There was a lot of yelling, so much that Myles couldn't have a little nap. He barely even noticed the presence of a bunch more wolves coming and looking at them. What really made him snap awake was the proclamation of dinner time. He was really hungry! Playing and digging and rolling and mud really drained his energy! For once, he didn't check to see if Tayla was going to eat, because he was a hungry little pup. He didn't know where dinner came from, but it smelled a lot like the cave. Oh well, it didn't taste bad. Tiny teeth tore out a few chunks from dinner, and chewed it diligently. He had to follow Mistress' rules after all! With a little happy hum, Myles sat back. After a quick nap, he was awoken by movement. Following closely by Tayla's shoulder, he made his way back to the commons with the rest of them. -Exit to: Ignasia Commons- Delta Cayden @marusya @tayla @rome Hound Apprentice Mutt |
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Male
10 MO.
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24 Posts
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Post by Apprentice Varuna on May 31, 2019 15:55:20 GMT -8
APPRENTICE VARUNA
OF
IGNASIA
Varuna flicked an ear, not caring anymore about what was going on. He accepted the praise and his father tongue on his face, but he still did not set down the skull. With his wound decently clean, and his eye clear of the clotting blood, he laid down to chew what he could from the skull. When that was sufficiently clean, he grabbed some food meat from Persephone’s corpse.
He remained in his own little head as everything else happened around them. They had fought and won, and weren’t required to do anything else besides mingle. He was not interested in that, however, as he laid there and rested. Occasionally he would chew on the skull, or laid his head on it.
Finally what seemed like forever, his mother roused him. Gave him a mission that seemed oddly boring. Mismatched eyes looked over the form of the red girl. She was young, freshly bruised and beaten, Beelzebub stench all over her. By her lack of interest in the food she would probably be beaten again, probably the reason his mother sent him on this mission to get her to eat. How they treasured those in red.
Tearing a chunk away, he made sure there was no identifying features that made this piece look like ‘wolf’ and kept it rabbit size. Approaching her, he dropped the chunk in front of her. “This is rabbit,” he saw that she would doubt him, “If you believe it's rabbit than it is rabbit,” he advised, his tones cool.
Even though he was only six months old, he knew the world for what it was. Perhaps this would give him an edge in trying to get her to eat. Although, he was not quite as good with his words as he thought he was.
“I’m Varuna, Son to Alpha Koga of Ignasia, we are the allied pack that shares territory with Mortiul,” he explained, his tone a little brazen for addressing someone who was struggling. “You will break if you do not steal yourself inside,” he said, his tones rough, although his eyes tried to appear kind, and in truth he was genuinely trying to be helpful towards her.
Finally though, the night was over. Looking to her with a little concern, “we won't see each other a lot, but if you like, I can come visit you if they’ll allow it.” After her reply he would rise with a dip of his head, turning and leaving for Ignasia.
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Mortiul
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Adramalech's Bitch
Female
1.5 Years
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13 Posts
Remember when A Series of Unfortunate Events was a book and not my life
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Post by Feyre on May 31, 2019 17:50:32 GMT -8
No matter how hard she tried, Feyre could not stop shaking. Every bone in her body seemed to rattle with fear as she sucked in breath after breath trying to calm herself down. But every gulp of air tasted like blood, and the nausea began to set in again. She could only be grateful that the monster had been distracted with someone else, another female who would soon be claimed and destroyed in the same way that she had been defiled only minutes ago. Her body still ached from the experience, and her stomach flipped at the idea of anybody touching her ever again. Silver eyes were clamped shut as she tried to block out those fresh memories and the thought of what he had left to grow inside of her. The approaching sound of pawsteps sent her ears twitching, picking up the lack of weight behind the foot-falls and coming to the conclusion that it wasn't the ebony monster. Feyre opened her eyes a fraction to see fiery hued paws standing in front of her, a similar colouration to her own paws that were stretched out in front of her. She tried not to squeak in surprise as a slab of meat was dropped in front of her. No, not again. I can't eat anymore of it, she wanted to say, but couldn't muster the strength to produce any kind of sound from her raw vocals. Luckily, the stranger spoke up before she could even attempt to try. “This is rabbit,” she looked up at him with pure disbelief written all over her face, and it was then that she noticed how young he was, even younger than her. Though, thanks to the semi-unconscious state she had been in during the last fight, she did not recognise him as the male who had beheaded another. “If you believe it's rabbit than it is rabbit,” with these words, she looked back down to the piece of meat, assessing it over with her dull silver eyes. He was right, it didn't at all look like it had just been ripped from a wolf's corpse. It was a small strip, hardly identifiable with the help of the darkness that shrouded everything in the caves. She nudged the meat cautiously with her nose, not wanting to believe that someone in a place so hideous as this would actually want to try and help her. But she tentatively took it in her mouth, and without giving herself a chance to think about the taste or texture, she swallowed it, all the while chanting to herself in her head. It's just rabbit. It's just rabbit. It's just rabbit.“I’m Varuna, Son to Alpha Koga of Ignasia, we are the allied pack that shares territory with Mortiul,” Varuna's actions had been a kind thought, but his tone was still harsh, an indicator that he was indeed used to the brutality of these packs. Which was to be expected considering he was one of the Alphas' sons, but unfortunately, he was not sided with the Alpha that she now belonged to. “You will break if you do not steal yourself inside,” she took his words to heart and knew them to be true. It was obvious that wolves like her did not last long in this place, she could tell just by the way others looked at her. But Feyre had already decided she did not want to die in this place. She had not trekked this far, been enslaved, defiled and cannibalised just to waste away in a place that was not her home. She was young and afraid, but she was determined and brave, just as her father had taught her to be. So she would be their slave, would do as they asked and persevere through every trial they gave her, but she would not break. She would do as Varuna said, she would steal herself inside and thrive off the hope that she would one day die in the same lands that she had been given a life. Feyre gave a weak nod to the unexpectedly kind male, letting him know that she understood. “We won't see each other a lot, but if you like, I can come visit you if they’ll allow it.” It seemed that Feyre had found herself a friend amidst all this trauma. Naively, she nodded once again, deciding that she would like to keep this male around as much as possible. The son of an Alpha might mean some kind of protection for her, and having a friendly face around to help her through her darkest moments would be a welcome sight. "That would be nice," she finally spoke, her voice rasped but a hint of the silvery tones that had once fell from her lips still remained. "Thank you."The two packs were now going their seperate ways. Varuna disappearing into a dark tunnel that would lead him back to the Ignasian grounds, while Feyre was quick to stand on her feet once more and follow the wolves that now owned her. It was a small note, but Feyre took pride in the fact that she had managed to stop shaking as they exited the caves. |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 18:03:20 GMT -8
Coming to the caves was an experience. Seeing as she had not been anywhere most of the two months that she had been alive, the stench that came from it bothered her greatly. She stomached it however, knowing that the others were watching. Instead, she kept close to Maleah and the others, making sure that she was not lost alone in these caves. The large hulking male that was named Cayden took Stanley off to shove him somewhere, and she looked to Marusya as she commanded that the pups were to behave. They were not to refuse food when offered, and if they did not listen or behave, they knew what was going to happen. Oh, they would end up like Stanley of course. He had disobeyed and tried to turn on his pack, and now he was facing a punishment from the Alphas. That was something Tayla knew she would never be on the receiving end to, at least not that she would try to be. She would never betray her pack like her mother had. This was Tayla’s home and she would be sure to stay here. She needed to be with Myles, to make sure that he grew up well and because out of her siblings, she loved him the most besides Zayn.
The sudden thought that Zayn was gone caused her heart to flutter into a panic, but she quickly subdued it as they entered the cave. She did not need to smell of fear while she was here. Her mother had separated her from Zayn, and she would make sure that someday Zayn came back to them. Marusya would make sure that their mother was brought back, right along with her other siblings. Hopefully it was soon. Bringing her gaze towards the meat that was plopped on the floor in front of her, tiny teeth dug into the flesh. It tasted weird, but not anything too weird. So she kept eating without a complaint.
Once she was finished, she moved to rest her head on Myle’s sleeping body. Watching the adults as they had it out, she made sure that her brother did not wake at the sounds that were coming from the cave. Finally, it was over and Stanley was over with, dead. She nudged Myles a bit, trying to wake him up and tell him that they were leaving. She rose herself, starting to walk behind her fellow pack members, Myles at her shoulder as they finally went home. Today had been a bit more adventure than any of the pups had really wanted.
-Exit to Ignasia Commons-
@myles
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Female
10 Months
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13 Posts
Adjetni is my sugar daddy
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Post by Apprentice Imset on May 31, 2019 18:22:22 GMT -8
Imset had happily accepted her sister's gift along with the praise that their father showered them with. It was pride that swelled in her chest as she watched the newcomers feast on the dead bodies that she and her siblings had provided. Imset had taken her own portion, digging into Sauron's skinless body to find the protein-rich liver that she had offered to share with her twin while she watched the entertaining sight of a precious little female having a break down before being dragged away by Beelzebub. She could only roll her eyes at this, not being surprised that the Beta would take such a pretty young thing for himself, though she doubted that their offspring would be any more successful than the whelps that had just been murdered. It was interesting to see her brother try and win the fiery girl's trust however, and she wondered just how dumb the she-wolf had to be to trust anyone in these packs. But it was none of Imset's business, she simply took the pelt and the ear that she had won from the battles and made her way home, eager to set out on the mission that their father had mentioned. |
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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 May 31, 2019 18:43:19 GMT -8
Endymion wasn't surprised by the scene that Feyre had caused, but was rather disappointed that she was proving to be such a hassle. He didn't pay her much attention for long however, deciding that he was entirely over her bullshit, and rather, he found himself transfixed on the hauntingly beautiful image of Quentin's friend. And she was making her way over to himself and Yvaine. The usual giddiness sent a shot of adrenaline through his body as he watched the lithe she-wolf's every stride, noticing the unique features of her rosy pink nose and eyes as her alluring figure grew closer. “Greetings to the both of you,” straight off the bat it was obvious that she was more interested in Yvaine than himself, and who wouldn't be? Endymion was nothing to look at compared to the unique beauty of his companion, but none-the-less, he still sported his signature smirk as he let steel blue eyes drink in the gorgeous sight of this Ignasian she-wolf. “It’s a pleasure to welcome you here. I am Psyche of Ignasia. Who might the pair of you be?” "What's a beautiful she-wolf like you doing in a place like this?" He mused, raising his brow playfully as he chuckled. "Endymion," he winked, of course, "at your service."Unfortunately, the interaction didn't last as long as he hoped it would. The wolves of Mortiul and Ignasia were going their seperate ways, and Endymion was determined not be left behind. A swift brush of his tail against Yvaine's shoulder prompted her to follow. "I hope to see you again soon, Psyche." He gave a small dip of his head to the female, a dashing grin flashed in her direction before he joined the rest of the wolves that he could now call his pack-mates. He had only spent a few passing minutes in this place, and already so many interesting things had happened. He had high hopes for his place within Mortiul. |
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Ignasia
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Delta
Male
3 Years
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18 Posts
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Post by Delta Cayden on May 31, 2019 18:46:26 GMT -8
| DELTA CAYDEN
OF IGNASIA
The journey to the caves was much slower due to the pups they were bringing along with them. But alas, they were able to make it there in good time. It seemed that a feast was being held on the bodies, and his eyes darted to Stanley, the wolf that would more than likely join the dead pups on the ground, being pulled apart by pack members and new rogues. He listened to Marusya as she spoke to the pups, telling them rules that were known throughout the pack by now. But, it was good to repeat them after what had just happened. The male looked over his Alphess as she talked to Maleah, but he needed to get Stanley away from the pups. He didn’t need the male thinking there was an opening to snatch one and run for Miyako. Tossing him away, he looked towards Maleah, wanting to go to her side, but Marusya speaking his name once more caught his attention, head and ears swiveling towards her. She was asking that he help Maleah get the pups to eat. He gave a nod of recognition, heading over towards the carcasses as he chose what had been Tern. Taking the meat from the headless body, he tore a huge chunk off, enough for himself, Maleah, as well as all of the pups. Heading back to the beautiful lupine that was currently watching over the pups, the Alpha pair of Mortiul was letting their sons pick the pups they wanted to take. Keeping a safe distance in respect, he watched as the little ones picked out their pups. It was the pair, Mutt and Hound. The ones that Imset and Anubis had named cruelly and without any hesitation. They probably had real names, ones that were nicer than the ones they had now. But who would ever know if they got renamed. It would be up to Leyak and Aamon now. He listened to what Adramalech said, noting his words. He was leaving the training of Mutt and Hound up to the two, and this meant that they would be making frequent stops in Ignasia. Not that he minded. The two little ones would get along well with Imset and Anubis in the future, or would try to. Who knew what would happen between the Alphas children. If he had an inkling of an idea, he knew that they would potentially be able to bring the two packs together in the future, especially if Adramalech and Koga talked about it more. Once the family of Mortiul wolves left, he brought the huge slab of meat over, tearing off each piece for the pups, and giving a piece for Maleah, giving her a small nudge of his nose underneath her chin as he slid to sit next to her. He brought his attention towards the pups that were currently at their feet. Two of them had started eating, Myles and Tayla he think their names were. He wanted badly to comment, but instead he stood in silence next to her as Stanley was pitted against another to a battle to the death. Stanley would inevitably lose, but he hadn’t expected a different outcome. Standing, he made sure that all the pups followed Maleah out of the caves, if any were to stray he would gently nudge them back to her. -Exit to Ignasia Commons- |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 19:08:02 GMT -8
Silas’s warm greeting had been nearly the last thing Abaddon had expected. He had left their pack behind in the desert without a word of warning or farewell. The dark brute had been anticipating anger, bitterness, even disgust, though his uncharacteristic excitement at the sight of his old friend had him acting without a thought. And yet his former companion greeted him as if not a day had passed, all smiles and casual gestures. Some of that ease faded when Abaddon mentioned their former packmates, however. "Cass left me in the desert, not long after you, and I kept moving on.” Abaddon’s heart sank a bit, though he didn’t show it. He had hoped to find Peia here - to see the proud little salutary’s smiling face again, to share this reunion with her and rebuild those bonds he had left behind. I hope she finds what she’s looking for, wherever she’s gone, he thought to himself. The male glanced back over to Silas, realizing that the pale wolf had continued, “Stumbled upon this group, saw Vivaldi. I pledged myself to her.”Abaddon gave a rumbling chuckle. “Of course you did,” he said with a roll of his eyes. He nudged the smaller male with his shoulder. “Restraint never was your strong suit when it came to pretty faces.” The towering male glanced around the cavern, still astounded by the numbers and assortments of its inhabitants. “Quite the group you’ve found here - or should I say we?”Upon looking back down at his friend, Abaddon found the other male transfixed on something moving along the shadowy edges of the cave. “Back me up,” Silas snapped. Though he raised a brow, the larger male made no argument, moving in behind his pale companion. After all this time, the movement felt natural - had things really changed so little? Looking ahead, he caught sight of Silas’s object of focus: one of his fellow newcomers, a pretty white she-wolf. She seemed almost to be looking for a way out, an escape - until Silas’s teeth sank into the scruff of her neck, dragging her back into the central area of the cavern. Abaddon was tense as the three of them reached Vivaldi, ready for the female to make a break for it. He felt a shred of pity for her, but not as he had for Feyre; this one came willingly. She dove into a mess she wasn’t ready for, and now she was in over her head. The alphess’s declaration of her fate came swiftly, but the large brute didn’t miss the satisfied smirk on her face as she approached a patchy, scarred, deranged-looking male of ash that even Abaddon wasn’t sure he wanted to tangle with. It wouldn’t be pleasant. The rest of the night passed swiftly, though another wolf fell to trial by combat by the end of it. Through it all, Abaddon stuck firmly to Silas’s side, trading stories of their time separated. As the alpha - Adramalech, Silas explained to him - called for them all to leave, the chocolate male scanned the caverns one last time for Iliana. She had been almost irritating at first, with her insistent chatter that Abaddon was so unused to, but something about her genuine nature made him hope she found what she was looking for. If the patchy female caught his gaze from where she stood surrounded by Ignasians, she would receive an almost friendly nod. With that, he swept out of the caves at his old friend’s side, more than ready for what was to come. This new life would be beyond interesting. . : Exit To : Mortiul Commons : . |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 19:40:12 GMT -8
Psyche’s greeting was met quickly by the deer-wolf’s handsome companion. “What’s a beautiful she-wolf like you doing in a place like this?” he inquired. The ivory dove matched his raised brow with one of her own, a playful smirk replacing her once-delicate smile. He was flirtatious - not something the female was unused to, but the smooth, mischievous delivery of his words made her like him already. Perhaps they’d get along well. “Endymion,” the male introduced himself as, complete with a delightfully coquettish wink, “at your service.”“Endymion,” the alabaster she-wolf hummed, her light-hearted smile widening. She liked it; powerful, elegant. It was wonderfully fitting for the male it belonged to. The interaction continued as such for some time, interrupted by a remaining duel that left yet another corpse on the cavern floor. The delightful conversation ended far too quickly for her liking, as Adramalech declared that it was time for the wolves of Mortiul to take their leave. Psyche sighed as she rose to her paws in time with the departing pair. “I hope to see you again soon, Psyche,” Endymion said with a lively debonair grin. Psyche returned the gesture in kind. “You most certainly will.” With a nod to both wolves, she slipped away, a wraith in the crowd. As she returned to her departing pack-family, Psyche caught sight of her mistress, offering the oak female an exuberant smile - tonight had been wondrous indeed! Near the alphess, she noticed a new frame: a small female with a lovely creamy pelt, patched with thin blotches and scars. Her dazzling blue eyes seemed wide with wonder. In passing, the albino female offered the newcomer a cheerful word of welcome. She would certainly need to take the time to better acquaint herself later. That would be for later; for now, they were heading home.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 23:40:50 GMT -8
Sitting close enough to Leyak that their pelts brushed, Aamon is still as stone as the tournament begins, white gaze near unblinking as he focuses on the carnage. As Anubis tears bits and pieces from Persephone’s screeching form, the bastard leans forward far enough that he has to catch himself on a paw, pad damp as he steps in something wet. Glancing downwards, he realizes with apathetic curiosity that he had been drooling, just a bit. The stench of blood in the air had his mouth watering. Swiping a salmon tongue over his chops, the baby brute glances up at his father, who appeared to be just as entranced by the battle as Leyak did. Aamon...was a bit bored. The dismemberment was interesting, and he was very much enjoying the screams. But it seemed such a waste to be stuck watching instead of participating! Logically, Aamon knew that he was too small to hold any real challenge for a single wolf in this cave. This didn’t at all soothe the urge to sink his teeth into flesh and rip, tear something open and chew at its insides as if they were as insignificant as the vole he had devoured earlier. Shivering delightfully as the next two - Imset and Sauron - take center stage, he hunkers down for what feels like an eternity of hunger and boredom, interest only peaked when the female begins skinning his cousin alive. Now that was entertainment. Aamon wonders if he could possibly replicate it, but then decides it would be too much trouble. Better to dig in right away than prolong hunger by ridding prey of their pelts. When the fight finally ends, the victor pads their way, dropping a strip of pelt at his brother’s feet. This confused him; was she currying favor so soon? He knew they would eventually be working together, but surely petty gifts wouldn’t sway Leyak’s affections. However, the white bastard pulls the pelt close, and seems pleased enough. With a snort, Aamon turns back to the last line up: Varuna and Tern. Now, this one was far less creative, and pulled Aamon back into that place of complacent boredom. There were no commands from his brother, no signals from his father other than the one: to watch. So watch he did, though he certainly wasn’t happy about it; not that the coal coated child was happy about much of anything. A sharp snap brings him back to the present, and he cocks his head to the side, trying to mimic the strange, limp way Tern’s head dangled. As Varuna saws his skull from his neck, he tries to roll his eerie eyes back in the same way Tern’s did when he finally popped loose from the rest of his body. Aamon doesn’t think it works. Father soon makes an announcement to...the new wolves, apparently, that the boy had hardly noticed come in. Eat, he said. Aamon didn’t mind if he did. Trotting over to the corpse with his father, the first bite he takes is tentative. He had never drawn blood from another wolf before, but as the salty tang slides down his throat, his reservations disappear. It was just like the vole, only richer! And father and mother consumed its flesh with abandon, so clearly it was alright. Digging in to the decadence that was Persephone’s chilling body, he clutches at a particularly stringy bit of chest just as Leyak does the same. Ghostly eyes snap to meet his brother’s instantly, a low growl building in his chest; a challenge to an outsider, but Leyak knew the small difference between his anger and his play. Wrenching his head back and forth to try and loosen the other’s grip on his treat, the meat eventually splits in two, with Leyak claiming the slightly larger bit. This was fine. Huddling in close to his sibling as they eat their fill, Aamon is broken out of his food-induced trance as mother throws down some random blonde wolf; not important if how they treated her was any indication. Watching his mother snarl, he bares his own teeth, tiny fangs on display. Nowhere near as fearsome, but he would get it down one of these days. Aamon might have a bit of a thing for imitation, now that he considers it. Shaking his head, the babe abandons the carcass at his father’s bidding, padding over to where a horde of other pups his age gathered. According to his parents, they were to choose their...favorites. Taste of viscera still fresh on his tongue, the bastard eyes the lineup with dead eyes, blood smeared across his face. He had no favorites, but one seemed calm and collected in the face of his parent’s demands. So far, everyone else who wasn’t an equal had acted with deference or fear, so this caught Aamon’s attention. ”That one.” He rasps, voice rough with disuse - these were the first words he had spoken tonight. When he referred to Mutt (though he didn’t yet know his name) the chit had the nerve to smirk. Did he think this was some promotion? Something that proved he was better? Aamon wants to bite into that smile, rip it from his muzzle, make him scream like Anubis had done with his miserable cousin. Anger, hot and heavy in his chest, bubbles to the surface. With a snarling hiss the miniature beast utters, ”I hope you taste better than you look.” Before whipping about to follow his family back to their commons. ||Exit to Mortiul Common Grounds||
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Post by Apprentice Leyak on Jun 1, 2019 20:02:31 GMT -8
After the she-wolf that had come to visit in the morning came rushing into the den to collect the large white wolf and small iberian wolf, they took off, talking about someone missing. Who would have wanted to miss the battles that had happened? The little pup wondered, but alas he would not have time to ponder much, as mother appeared, a bunch of new wolves in tow. He looked to each of them, wondering what they were useful for. There was a brightly colored wolf looking thing that walked alongside a large male and a small ginger female. She was interesting, and looked like one of the Ignasia wolves he had briefly seen. If they were wolves at all. Then he moved to the trio that appeared to be rather close. Two males and a female. The others were all boring, a cream she-wolf, two black males, a white female and yet another large black male. Black seemed to be the color of Mortiul, as most of the wolves were cloaked with the same pelt as his father, save the brighter Ignasia wolves. His head swiveled as he listened to his father. The command to eat was clear, and he looked to his brother, who was more than ready to dig his teeth into some meat. His brother’s want for meat sparked his own as he moved towards the bodies.
Digging into the meat, he felt blood slowly slither down his throat, swallowing it, he took a moment to enjoy the meat. Of course, as a pup, it was nothing surprising to him. This was how he was going to be raised. But as the ginger red she-wolf from before started having a breakdown, he watched as his uncle dragged her away. He wondered what he was going to do with her. Maybe he would convince her to actually eat and stop being a whiny little bitch. Who knew. As Leyak was watching the other wolves dig in, he grabbed onto the same meat that Aamon had. A growl was given his way insinuating play that he gladly accepted. He pulled at his portion that he had in his mouth, head shaking as he looked to his brother with gleaming black eyes that clashed with pure white. As they played with their meal, it finally snapped in half, the larger portion going to the white twin. He ate it, going back to eating alongside his brother, fur brushing together as they did so. He heard the talk between his parents about the future of another, and he could hear his father’s words, although only making out a few after he leaned closer to whisper to the she-wolf he was talking to.
Not looking up, it was only when his father whisked him and his brother away from their meal did he notice the litter of puppies that had come back with the large white brute and small cinnamon she-wolf. There were five in total, all looking a little bit like Koga, the Alpha of Ignasia. He wondered if they were the male’s pups, but he would soon be presented them, asked to pick which one he would want. He scoured the group, almost coming in a decision with the females of the litter, but then - as his brother picked Mutt - he looked to the other that was sitting with him. “You,” He said, looking towards Hound, coming to stand in front of him. Black depths pierced the males as he looked him over. “I want this one,” He said, looking to his father as he spoke of what they would do. Turning back to the male, he gave a small once over. He would know his name in the future, but for right now they had matters to attend to that weren’t these pups. It seemed that yet another battle were to happen. Stanley and Ronin he learned were the names of the two battling.
Ronin was the winner in the end, and Leyak was glad that his uncle still had his playtoy. Aamon and Leyak hadn’t had the chance to pester the slave before their father had taken them to Ignasia, so hopefully he could get Uncle Beel to let him have a couple nips and playful bites of the slave, and some commands as well if he were in the mood. He knew that Aamon would like that as well. Following his family as they left, he shot one last glance back to Hound before he was taken to Mortiul land, and the other was taken back to Ignasia.
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Post by Apprentice Anubis on Jun 1, 2019 20:21:38 GMT -8
Imset’s fight was something that Anubis greatly enjoyed. She watched as her sister paralyzed the male, taking her time to gauge out the eyes of the pesky brat that had thought he would have a chance against Anubis’ twin. The two were exceptional, the perfect children to their parents. And their fights were only proof of that. The howls of pain and the screeching that came from Sauron’s mouth drove Anubis insane. She wanted so badly to join, to get her paws bloody once more after having cleaned herself of most of the blood. She wanted to help her twin rip the skin from his bones. So badly, but the look that she got from her sister only made everything even better. She knew that she was enjoying this. The only thing that Anubis could feel; bloodlust. And it was strong, only sated for a few minutes by Persephone. Oh, she couldn’t wait to rip into a wolf who could actually put up a fight. She wanted so badly to do so, but her time would come. She had to be as patient as possible. Finally, Imset ended the battle, spraying blood everywhere on the newcomers, as well as Vivaldi. Anubis had to hold back an emotionless laugh as she watched the Alphess of Mortiul. She had her little pet come over and help her, and Anubis removed her eyes from that situation. Instead, they came to land on the other wolves that were now there.
Many of them were regular and plain. But there were two that stuck out. An alien wolf like Quentin took the side of a large male, and a cowering ginger female was presented next to them as well. She wondered what the sniffling brat would be good for, maybe Beelzebub would have some fun with her. Twitching, she turned her ears back to Varuna’s fight. His was quite boring, not anything to note. Tern actually put up a fight, and at her father’s command, she rose when they thought that Varuna would be taken down, but he triumphed. Finally, it took him long enough to stop being so cocky and actually take out his opponent. She watched as he chewed away his opponents head, and rolled her eyes. Of course the cocky bastard had to take the entire head, he wouldn’t settle for less. As the battles were over, the Alpha of Mortiul commanded that they eat, and Anubis made her way forward, staying close to Imset as she ate her fill, watching with carmine eyes as Beelzebub indeed dragged the red she-wolf off to do Adjetni knows what.
Everything else seemed to go smoothly, and she watched as one of the rogues was made Adramalech’s bitch, which she only smirked at. She acted like she wasn’t going to break, but she was going to. Most certainly. Anubis then watched as they headed over to the litter, picking out the pups they wanted. What intrigued her however, is Adramalech speaking a battle to the death between Beelzebub’s slave and Stanley. Watching with perked ears, she watched as Ronin slaughtered Stanley, and they would have more meat to eat. Taking as much as she could, she moved to get up, heading towards home as she was tired and wanted to curl up in her den and put her tail as a prize in the corner.
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