Ignasia
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Delta
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3 Years
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Post by Delta Cayden on May 31, 2019 18:18:56 GMT -8
| DELTA CAYDEN
OF IGNASIA
Cayden watched as the male seemed to accept his defeat. Instead of fighting more for his life, he just idly sat by Cayden as the white male watched his Alphess and his love approach. The pups were all scattered about, but it seemed that they had no idea what was going on, or why they were going to leave. Their attitudes were welcomed. He didn’t want a bunch of pups trying to overthrow or escape the pack, especially when they held Koga’s blood. It seemed that the Alphas blood was more prominent in them however, as they all seemed to understand that they were to come to Marusya and Maleah immediately. Watching, he listened to what Marusya said, her tone sickeningly sweet as she spoke. A comfort for the pups he was sure. His eyes darted to Maleah, gauging her reaction. He had hoped she hadn’t seen too much of his anger, and he hoped that it hadn’t put too much distance between them. He had finally gotten close to her, and he wasn’t wanting to put distance between them once again. His attention was brought to Marusya once more, who spoke in hushed whispers. He was allowed to dunk Stanley in the stream, or rip his tongue out should the male annoy him. But he knew that the slave would stay quiet. He had already proven that no amount of words or convincing could get Cayden to leave this life behind. The male was a killing machine. A logical one that had actual thought and emotion unlike Ky, but a killing machine more or less. He was willing to kill for his leader, for his love, for his pups when they came. If they were to. His gaze lingered on Maleah as she picked up a pup. The idea of having them brought joy to him. He would love to make her an actual mother. To give her pups she could care for and call her own. He knew she enjoyed raising Koga and Marusya’s children, but he wanted her to be able to have anything she wanted. And if it were pups she wanted from him, then he would gladly be a father to her litter. Maybe there would be talk of it later, hopefully soon. But who knew. Trotting forward, he shoved Stanley along, the male walking as soon as he did so, and if he didn’t then he was being shoved more. -Exit to Caves- |
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 18:29:39 GMT -8
Stanley’s response is unimportant, unsatisfactory, utterly useless - because it isn’t the one she wants to hear. Rome didn’t give a shit about games and adventures. Nothing of that kind would happen under the care of their cracked mother; she’d be far too paranoid to allow them any such freedoms. Rome is sure if Miyako could, she’d chain them all to the ground if only to keep them ‘safe’ and within sight. Looking away from the older male in disgust, the little bastard plops down in the dirt and snow, glaring balefully at any sibling who dared approach. This was all so annoying. Miyako’s appearance only worsened the whole situation, typical panic attack well underway. The screeches, the roars, it sets her head to pounding, and the oaken she-pup curls up into a fetal position, trying to block out the sound. Peering over at her mother, she feels a sharp pang of disbelief in her chest. Zayn was no great loss, the little know-it-all a nuisance to be ignored. But Lotus - sweet, annoying, needy Lotus - she was one of hers. ”Mother, no!” Her protest is a seething shout, vocals raising above an annoyed murmur for the first time in her young life. But it is to no avail; mother leaves with Lotus in tow, and Rome is left with Stanley, the rest of her siblings, and the now approaching trio of annoyed cultists. Cayden and Stanley trade verbal blows before Cayden loses patience and pins Stanley to the earth. Rome wished she could do much the same to her wayward mother. Maleah and Marusya soon come over to the huddled pups, and Rome only bothers to listen when the alphess mentions finding Lotus. Personally, she doubted it, such thoughts likely present in the small sneer on her face. Miyako was pathetic,, and yet she got away with two of them, right under their noses. Within their territory. What hope did they have of finding her after she was already gone? With a lash of her tiny tail, the babe follows after the trio. ||Exit to Caves||
@tayla Apprentice Mutt Hound Lotus @miyako @marusya Delta Cayden @myles |
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Post by Hound on May 31, 2019 23:22:39 GMT -8
Hours of play, running, hiding and seeking had taken their toll on the small bodies of the children, who as a result now laid on the streamside's floor, deeply asleep. Feeling movement at his side, Hound opened one of his eyes, seeing Mutt finally waking up from the nap, ever so slowly. “Zayn, Tayla, Rome, My—les, Hou-und, Lotus, come,” her mom called from behind them, requesting their presence with a pinch of obligation on her tone. Seems important, the pup thought. "Li—sten. We-e are lea-aving toni-i-ight. All of us-s. From now on, you mu-u-ustn’t ma-a-ake a sound. Quiet.I will ca-a-arry you out to the bo-or-ders one at a ti-i-ime. In or-or-der of birth. Must st-ay-ay li-imp and si-i-i-lent.Once se-e-et down, I will hi-i-ide. Stay there. Don’t mo-o-ve until,Un-til I co-ome back. Mu-u-ust ru-un out if da-ay or mo-or-ore passes. While I ca-a-arry one, rest of yo-ou must stay here wi-ith Stan—ley. He wi-ill watch yo-ou. Ta-a-ke care of you. Do-on’t leave his si-i-ight. Zayn. You fir-st. Are you r-e-eady?" Miyako explained, stuttering over half of the speech as per usual. Hound nodded at the female, kind of curious as to the movites of the whole ordeal. The brown pup didn't concentrate on his progenitor much, as his brother's nervous expression called in for support. Licking Mutt's muzzle, the older brother sat beside him, in an effort of keeping the younger some company. Zayn and their mom were gone, and for a while the entire litter was stuck with Stanley. Who even is this guy? thought Hound, mentally following up Rome's "I don't want to go". Before a discussion could even be started, Miyako came back, desperately bursting the awkward bubble up, shouting "HE'S HERE," over and over again, quickly running away with lotus on her maws. A male suddenly appeared too, pinning Stanley into the ground, followed by Marusya and Maleah. Hound felt overwhelmed by the amount of things happening. All at the same time, two of his siblings were gone alongside their mother, and now they were telling them to just follow and move? It was weird. Mutt nudged against him nervously, scared at everything that had just gone through. Having no choice but to keep up the pace, Hound did exactly that. Exit to: Caves
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Mortiul
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Alpha
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4 Years
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Jun 26, 2019 17:42:59 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | The mountainside stream, one of the few places in Mortiul and Ignasia that could be considered peaceful. He brought Feyre and Kalia here mostly because he was not interested in watching more sparring, when he could instead spend his time manipulating and creating an intricate web of lies for Feyre and Kalia. It would only take time right now, and with Kalia already breaking underneath his constant belittlement, he was ready to bring her back as a mindless being, one that followed his orders however he wanted her to. Much like Beelzebub had done with Ronin, but Adramalech was much more subtle about it, letting the she-wolf think she still owned herself, when she did not. Adopting his brother’s cruel way of displaying dominance was never something Adramalech was going to do, but instead he put his own maniacal twist to it. Bringing himself to the edge of the stream, the two females close behind if they knew what was good for them, he brought his muzzle down to the water, tongue darting out as he lapped at the surface.
After he was done, his black gaze loomed over the two. But instead of standing, he brought himself to lay down in front of them, nodding with his head for the two to do the same. He held his head high, his back legs splayed out behind him, as he gave off a much more relaxed position. “So,” He spoke, looking towards the two of them. “You two are under my care in this pack. Whatever I say is what shall be done with you,” He spoke looking towards the two. “Now - besides leaving my pack - what is it that you want to achieve?” He asked, looking towards the two of them. Simple conversation to get the ball rolling. There was something however, that had caught his attention. Feyre’s very frail frame. Standing up, not caring if they flinched, he brought himself over to the stream’s edge, looking down into the water as he quickly snapped his teeth at the lazy water, a fish brought back to the surface wriggling in his jaws. Making sure to kill it, he put it in front of Adramalech. “Eat,” He spoke, looking towards her with black eyes that were hollow of emotion, but telling her that he at least was not going to starve her like Beelzebub had. If she was to bear his pups in the future like he wanted, she would need to be strong.
Turning his gaze to Kalia he gave a small nudge of his head towards the stream. “You’re allowed to eat as well,” He stated, before waiting to see what the two she-wolves would do, how they reacted to his change in demeanor, and how they replied to his previous question.
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Mortiul
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Slave
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Post by Kalia on Jun 27, 2019 10:23:25 GMT -8
The stream on the mountainside was...unexpectedly pretty. Peaceful. Soothing in a way that did not seem to fit with Mortiul. Kalia came to a halt on the gently sloping bank and gazed around her, wide-eyed. This felt like a spot she might visit in the old days of her puppyhood, following after Kyren and Marta, chattering and laughing without a care in the world. Oh, she had almost forgotten those names, that happy past. The faces of the ones she had lost had faded in her memory, and for the better, she thought, they’d be ashamed of me now. They’d be ashamed of what I became once they were gone.She watched Adramalech as he bent to drink from the stream, taking his time about it as if this was all perfectly normal, as if the air wasn’t fraught with fear and tension. Finally he turned and made his way back to the pair of them, laying down in a casual, relaxed position and gesturing for Kalia and Feyre to do the same. Slowly, Kalia complied, keeping her eyes on the black male as she did so. What are you planning? Why did you bring us here?Once she might have watched Adramalech with a calculating eye, measuring every fiber of his being to gain even the slightest scrap of information. But now she simply watched in an apprehensive confusion, dreading what was to come and yet stupified as to what that might be. Adramalech spoke, his voice coming out deceptively light and conversational. “So,” he said, “you two are under my care in this pack. Whatever I say is what shall be done with you. Now- besides leaving my pack- what is it that you want to achieve?”Kalia blinked in surprise, wondering if she’d misheard him. Why would he care what she wanted? She was his; he had gone to great lengths to make sure she knew that. She was nothing to this pack. Why would her desires suddenly matter? But before she could answer, or even sort out her thoughts well enough to try, Adramalech was on his feet again, returning to the stream to catch a fish and lay it down in front of Feyre in a surprising show of kindness. “You’re allowed to eat as well,” he said to Kalia, and the words were enough to temporarily clear away the haze that had settled over her mind. Of course. She should eat. She couldn’t remember the last time she had. She stood up, suddenly feeling lightheaded and shaky now that she remembered her hunger, and waded into the stream, watching for the shadow of a fish beneath the water. There. A small, darting black shape. Kalia snapped her jaws down to grasp it, feeling the creature go still in her teeth, and quickly returned to where Adramalech and Feyre waited. She made quick work of her catch, savoring the taste of the fish and the all-too-rare feeling of having enough in her stomach. It was only when the fish was reduced to bare bones on the grass that she remembered Adramalech’s question- what did she want to achieve? Vengeance, she almost said, and shuddered. Vengeance had been the answer to that question for so very, very long, but she hated the thought of it now, hated the idea of being the killer she had been. No. Vengeance was not what she wanted now. Her voice came out in a soft, shaking whisper. “I want to be different,” she said. “What I was...the liar, the murderer...I hate it. I want to change. I don’t want to be...” I don’t want to be like you.She didn’t say the words out loud, dropping her gaze to the ground helplessly. How could she ever explain to this monster the guilt she felt, the realization that she was no different than the wolves she had hated for destroying her life? It would be a useless endeavor. Adramalech could never understand. More than likely he had only asked the question to turn it against them, and more than likely Kalia had played right into his claws. But she found she didn’t care anymore. There was still fear, yes, fear of what he might do with her words, how he might use them to hurt her. But mixed with the fear was acceptance. Resignation that whatever pain was inflicted would be just and right and well-earned. Whatever happened next, she had it coming. After all the pain she herself had brought, the havoc she had wrought, who was she to complain when she was repaid with the same? Alpha Adramalech Feyre |
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Mortiul
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Adramalech's Bitch
Female
1.5 Years
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Remember when A Series of Unfortunate Events was a book and not my life
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Post by Feyre on Jun 27, 2019 17:06:09 GMT -8
Feyre was in disbelief as her silver eyes traced the ridges of the green valley. She had never travelled this far outside of the Common Grounds before, and it was a pleasant shock to discover that not every inch of Mortiul was a rocky mountainside hell that reeked of blood. Despite the surprising beauty that surrounded the trio, Feyre still feared for her life, especially as the rushing sounds of a freshly melted stream met her twitching ears. Terror bobbed in her throat. Was the Alpha aware of her phobia? Had he brought her here just to toss her into the water and watch her weak body struggle against the current? With these thoughts running through her head she began seeing stars against her vision, or maybe it was just the lack of energy that brought that unstoppable tremble to her tiny frame. After the lengths they had to traverse to get here and at the speed that the Alpha was making them walk, the little she-wolf was just about ready to collapse. Adramalech led them down towards the stream, the sight of the water instantly bringing a wave of relief crashing over the desperate female as she realised that the water was barely deep enough to submerge half of her body. If the Alpha had brought her here to die, there was a good chance drowning would not be his preferred method, which was a strange relief yet entirely welcome. Hopefully he would just rip her throat out and be done with it. Feyre watched, edged with caution, as the inky black figure carefully approached the stream and bowed his head to drink. Her brow furrowed as she watched, her sights flickering to Kalia to gauge her reaction to the brute's uncharacteristically calm aura. Quite honestly, Feyre was completely thrown off guard as he paced back from the water's edge and laid himself out across the warm grass, his back legs kicking back in a relaxed and defenceless manner. She blinked as he gestured for the two she-wolves to do the same. This was incredibly odd, and she was beginning to doubt her prediction of death as she lowered her own body to the ground, almost whimpering against the delicate warmth that had soaked into the ground and now brought a tingling comfort to her emaciated belly. Feyre tucked her legs underneath herself, seeking to spread as much of this heavenly warmth as she could throughout her body. As she became comfortable, her gaze immediately returned to the Alpha, silver eyes searching the void like orbs that relented no kind of clue as to what he was planning in his head. This was strange. She was so used to catching Beelzebub's glowing red gaze and practically drowning in the malicious intent that swam in his eyes, his sadistic tendencies all too obvious in the slight twitch of his brows. But Adramalech, his brother, was unreadable. Usually this would have unnerved her, but it was a strangely pleasant change from the fear that was brought to her under the Beta's tormenting watch. “So, you two are under my care in this pack. Whatever I say is what shall be done with you. Now- besides leaving my pack- what is it that you want to achieve?” The Alpha spoke as if nothing at all was wrong with their situation, he spoke as if nobody had died that very morning, he spoke of care as if he was a leader concerned with the welfare of his wolves, he asked them what they wanted to achieve as if he was willing to listen and provide. It was strange to think that only moments ago Feyre was fearing for her life, and now she was watching with the curiosity of a cat as the Mortiul Alpha picked himself up from the ground, trotted back towards the stream and plucked a fish from the sparkling water, killing it before dropping it in front of her paws. Feyre blinked as she stared down at the silvery fish, it's scales glistening under the sun in a similar way her own eyes had once glimmered in the soft light that had been filtered through the protective stretch of the Noctis trees. Feyre took a grateful bite from the fish as grief lodged itself in her throat, an indescribable pain crushing her body at the mere thought of her home, the place that Adramalech had implied she would never return to. She hated to admit it, but she was beginning to accept the fact that she would never see any of her Noctis family again. Adramalech's question drifted through her head, begging for an answer. There were so many things she could say, but she feared an answer too long and detailed would have her punished. What she really wanted to achieve in this pack was to gain a sense of safety. She didn't want to be fearing for her life every second of the day, she didn't want to see Beelzebub's sickening face ever again, she didn't want to relive the trauma that he had inflicted, the pain that he had caused. She wanted to get out of the damned Breeder's den, she wanted to be able to breathe without fearing judgement or punishment. She wanted the feeling of security. She wanted to be protected. "I want to feel safe," she finally said as she raised her head ever so slightly, "if I can't go back home, I want to feel as safe as I did in Noctis. Protected. Cared for. Valued." There were a million other specifics that Feyre could have mentioned, but she opted to keep her mouth shut once more. Despite the strength she tried to keep within herself, she was still afraid of speaking out of turn, and knew that she was still nothing more than a possession within this pack, disposable and worthless. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 19:32:20 GMT -8
Though the trees thinned out as they progressed down the steep mountain slopes, the stream itself provided an admittedly pleasant breeze to counteract the lack of shade. Shaking out his thick scruff as the pair approach the shallow water, he releases a pleased rumble as silver flashes of freshwater fish tease from beneath the surface. The first pangs of hunger had begun to creep up on the male, pangs that would be soothed quite nicely with some seafood. It wasn’t as though he could eat his... companion, after all. Getting close enough that his claws breached the water’s surface, he stifles a shiver with iron self control. The snows from the peaks were still melting, resulting in a deeper - and colder - than usual stream. If Mutt hadn’t already joined him, he would jerk his head sharply towards the water; and in case his intentions hadn’t been made clear, he’d rumble a low, ”We’re hunting.” No other wolf had been round yet to spook the fish, so it should be a relatively easy meal. And so it was. The packs had moved to these lands in the dead of winter, when the stream was frozen over and fish scarce. Though the occasional bear or fox no doubt hunted these waters as well, the swimmers were fat and unused to the threat they presented. Though his first swipe in the water missed, his second attempt ends with his claws hooking on a fin and sending the scaled creature soaring out of the water, flopping about on dry land. He almost turns to give a triumphant crease of his eyes - the stoic brute’s adaptation of a smile - but then remembers his company did not bare the familiar white coat he expected. He instead turns to crush the fish’s skull between his jaws before returning to his task.
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Jul 12, 2019 21:14:04 GMT -8
Mutt's pink eyes stayed locked on Aamon's black pelt as they moved through the territory, even after a few months together the black male had said barely any words at all and his annoyance and displeasure with everything around him had begun to grate on Mutt's nerves though he hid it easily enough. When the generally displease Aamon finally stopped they were at the stream, the place his mother, sister, and brother had been taken from him, he didn't let it show but there was a pang in his heart. Mutt looked around slowly, attention momentarily off of his black companion as he remembered the night his family was broken up. Just as he was remembering Miyako losing her mind Aamon's raspy voice brought him back to the present "We're hunting."
Mutt was quick to join him in the stream he didn't react to the water but he quickly commented "Water's cold, and higher than usual." He regretted speaking almost immediately he would almost certainly annoy his companion more than he already was, but Mutt held out hope that Aamon would just give him some kind of affirmative or something of the like, anything to show he wasn't annoyed. Though, he knew waiting for a reaction was stupid, he had a job to do. Pink eyes stared down in to the water watching the silver things rushing downstream, he studied them for a minute, he had never fished before only watched a few older wolves do it, so this was all new to him. He watched Aamon strike into the water and come up with a fish on his second try. Mutt's large paw struck down into the water catching a fin, almost losing the fish caught on it, but managing to hold on, the long muzzled he-wolf bent down and grabbed the fish in his jaws hurrying back to the bank of the stream dropping the fish down beside Aamon's. Mutt caught the triumphant smirk from Aamon, but as quickly as it appeared it was gone once more, and Mutt narrowed his eyes before killing the fish he had just caught.
A small smile formed on Mutt's muzzle when the flash of a memory of a bear he had witnessed not too long ago fishing while he was out exploring with Hound, it had stuck its head underwater and come up with a huge trout. Mutt returned to the water and did the same mimicking the bear, forgetting for a split second he wasn't with Hound, and when he came up with a wide smile on his muzzle, Mutt quickly replaced it with a neutral expression and shook the water out of his fur. He returned his mind to fishing quickly, striking down once more and bending to grab it in his jaws before hurrying back to the bank and dropping the second fish, a good enough catch to fill him for now, so Mutt began to dig into his meal. As he ate though his ears caught the sound of something, not headed towards them but moving through the trees at a loud clip parallel to them, it was unimportant for now seeing as they weren't interested in them yet but he quickly commented to Aamon, after catching a whiff of the repulsive scent, "Coyotes near, they don't know we're here yet." Mutt continued to tear the flesh off his meal watching Aamon to see what his black companion wished to do about the annoying pests crashing around the trees not too far away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2019 18:19:20 GMT -8
The small talk was odd, grating against his ears. It broke the tranquil bubbling of the stream like nails against a chalk board, scritching against his brain. He twitches. It wouldn’t do, no, but he knew that some preferred to fill silence with meaningless chatter in order to soften the atmosphere. Aamon saw no need, but he supposed the Mutt got a pass. It wasn’t a question about he himself, nor some meaningless drivel - an actual observation. The water was indeed cold, and higher than usual. His teeth slowly click back together, maw having opened unconsciously to deliver a blow for disturbing the peace. No need, no need. Mutt had not insulted him, disrespected him. He would not turn into Beelzebub, lashing out and anything and everyone. Aamon could be rational. Instead he manages a brief ”Ah.” of acknowledgment, thick tail twitching once. The only sign of his annoyance. As his earthen companion emerges from the water with fish in tow, eerie eyes catch sight of a grin. Though a fish certainly did not compare to the freshly spilled blood of a fellow predator, it was clear this cultist could find joy in a kill. Triumph in bloodlust was familiar and welcome, and he cocks his head to the side, watching as he catches a second before returning to shore. Aamon was content with his one, and rips into it eagerly. Licking the scales from his chops, his ears prick as his companions speaks once more. ”Act oblivious,” He hisses, eyes impossibly wide as anticipation thrums in his chest. He even goes so far as to inch back from his kill, head turning as though disinterested in the remaining food. Sure enough, the pitterpatter of smaller paws comes closer, and out of the corner of his eye he sees a small brown head emerge from a bush. He lays his own cranium upon his soaked paws, feigning a light doze. Oh, how he hoped the stupid creature fell for their tricks! And so it did. The coyote darts into their small clearing at an almost impressive sprint, jaws snagging the head of Aamon’s fish before making to spring away. But oh, not fast enough, not nearly! Quick as a striking snake, his head darts out and grips the coyote’s hindleg between his teeth, the solid snap of bone breaking coaxing a sigh of satisfaction from his chest. The coyote’s resulting squeal was delightful. As though in a morbid game of catch, he would throw his head forward and fling the smaller creature Mutt’s way, smile unnervingly wide and putting all teeth on display. ”Catch!” He would rasp, something like a cackle spilling from his maw as he eagerly swallows down the blood on his tongue. What fun! His eyes fix on his slave to see what he would do. A perfect test, yes, how vicious could Mutt be? Aamon was eager to find out.
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Jul 22, 2019 10:48:20 GMT -8
Aamon’s words were quickly whispered in response to his earlier statement, “Act oblivious.” Nothing more, but then again Mutt was used to carrying a conversation on his own, Hound was most definitely not one for conversation either, so quickly stated comments and subtle reactions were something he picked up on easily. Hot pink eyes returned to his two fish as he quickly devoured the weird tasting meat. Not like the red meat of the forest, fish was particularly different, at least this fish anyway, slimy is the only way Mutt could describe it, slimy yet satisfying. Mutt chewed on the needle-like bones of the fish as they continued to wait until the coyote came within attacking distance. Tall ears listened carefully to the light tapping of the paws on the forest floor, but Mutt didn’t flinch, instead he watched Aamon with curiosity as he studied the black male and his reactions. Finally, from behind him the leaves of a bush rustled, and then without more than a few seconds the tan body of the coyote rushed by, snagging Aamon’s meal off the ground. Immediately the black wolf, who had been laying on his paws, grabbed the coyote’s hind leg, Mutt smirked at the speed of which Aamon retaliated, and Mutt was quickly up and trotting behind both of them. The snap of the coyote’s bone made the six month old wolf tilt his head curiously, he found no satisfaction from it, but unlike the time in the caves watching Stanley die, violence no longer made him shiver. He had become desensitized and every now and then he had begun to found himself craving it, maybe not dishing it out, but most definitely hearing it, but in Mortiul and Ignasia there was never a shortage of the screams of another wolf.
Mutt had ceased trotting as Aamon did, and when the black wolf flung the coyote towards him, managing to say “Catch,” as he said it Mutt did so quickly. To most others the subtle gesture, the stare that Aamon gave him would have gone unnoticed, but as was one of his trained talents Mutt saw the eagerness in Aamon’s eyes, the eagerness to see how Mutt would react. Without hesitation Mutt grabbed the coyote’s uninjured hind-leg, he mirrored Aamon, quickly snapping the bone, but he couldn’t stop there, that wasn’t good enough. Earthen pelt was marred with blood as teeth sunk into the flesh of the coyote. He almost hesitated, a slight hitch at the loud yelp of pain from the coyote and the teeth that also sunk into his own skin, drawing blood from just behind his ears. However, as soon as he felt the teeth the inhibition disappeared and Mutt pulled violently, bracing himself on the broken hind-legs of the coyote to draw out as much pain as possible. Mutt pulled skin from muscle, and then muscle from bone as the coyote tried unsuccessfully to drag itself away. When the young wolf received yet another bite of retaliation, this one weaker but still painful, Mutt’s jaws locked around the coyote’s muzzle jerking his head from side to side. Then he heard the break of the coyote’s neck as he twisted and pulled at the same time and the animal laid still. Dead. Hot pink eyes stared down in disgust at the animal, anger flared behind his eyes, almost indignation, the frustration she had been feeling as of late, since his birth, was let out on this animal. His title as slave, had been what was driving him, and even in the animal’s death it drove him to inflict as much pain as he could, but Mutt’s anger at being considered a slave was just on display, whether Aamon saw the reason for his brutality or not, it was there.
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Mortiul
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Mercenary
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4 Years
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Post by Mercenary Yvaine on Aug 18, 2019 13:15:29 GMT -8
Their trek through the territory had brought them to one of Mortiul’s more beautiful scenic areas. The mountainside stream. A beautiful place that had only just thawed from winter’s grasp, causing the stream to build higher than usual. Fish were starting to swim through the currents, finding their way to the breeding grounds to produce more of their kind. She wondered if the same would happen in Mortiul. Lluise was pregnant - not by choice - and Feyre had miscarried. The Alphess was also acting a bit strange, which only made Yvaine think that she too was pregnant. But Adramalech was not expecting another litter, so she could only imagine who the bitch had reproduced with. As Yvaine walked across the stream, she caught the ever familiar smell of blood. It was not of a wolf however. A coyote. Aquamarine eyes glanced upwards as she looked to find where it was coming from. There. She saw the body, and two wolves standing. The black brute that was Adramalech’s copy, and the one that he called his slave. What was his name again? Yvaine hardly figured to think about it until she realized it was one of the ones cruelly named by Koga’s prodigies. Mutt was his name, or Hound. One of the two. She was going with the former, simply because that was her best bet. As she approached, she looked towards Crimson with amusement in her eyes. “Should we bring along a spectator?” She asked, and without an answer from the male, she approached the two young wolves. “Aamon, Mutt,” She greeted, and as she looked towards the black wolf, he simply scoffed and turned away from her. She brought her aquamarine gaze to the male that was still potentially facing her and gave a coy smile. “We’re headed out of the territory, and with how you’ve killed this coyote,” Yvaine spoke, looking towards him with a devious smile. “We figured we should invite you along,” Her eyes then darted to Aamon who seemed to not be listening. Giving a small flash of her teeth towards Mutt as she snickered, she took off, bounding away. “Feel free to follow if you can!” She called behind her, heading towards the borders where they would set off for the territory they were looking for. And for wolves to kill. -Exit- Assassin Crimson Apprentice Mutt @aamon NOTE: I ghosted Aamon since it's been a month since he posted c: |
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Mortiul
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Alpha
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Aug 20, 2019 18:48:48 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | Black eyes watched the two females that were now in his company, Kalia getting to her feet as he had given her the incentive to eat. She had been starved to break her will, but he knew that could only do so much. He knew that if he really, truly wanted to break her, he would have to gain her trust. Warp her mind into thinking that she had a secure place under his command. After the death of Sakia, he could only imagine they knew that he needed a she-wolf to replace her. Kalia had caught herself something to eat, her hunting skills still seemingly intact even though she had been mentally broken otherwise. She had ignored his question, but when hunger set in for a wolf, there was nothing stopping them. She quickly engulfed her meal, his tail flicking only slightly as he waited. The prideful male just simply sat there and stared, gaze blank as he watched the two females think over his question. They were treading lightly, that much he could tell. They knew that one wrong answer could result in an unpleasant bite from the Alpha, and although he was calm right now, his mood could change almost instantly. He savored the feeling of having complete control over them. Ever action they made was induced by fear, only wanting to save themselves from the wrath that slowly bubbled underneath the calm attitude he had adapted for this little trip out.
Kalia had finished her meal within seconds, and finally seemed to come back to his question, the handsome brute watching her as she spoke. She didn’t want to be a liar anymore, or a murderer. A liar he would never trust in his pack, and he could hardly believe her at the moment due to how she presented herself to Vivaldi. Claiming right off the bat that she lied to get her way, just to spite Yvaine from what she had heard floating around. Oh, how the tables had not turned in her favor. Yvaine had proven to be a useful a trustworthy Mercenary to carry out Adramalech’s work, while Kalia had simply refused to do the one thing that was asked of her when she came to this pack; to eat one of her own kind. She had tried getting away with it, tried lying to himself and Vivaldi that she had eaten from the carcasses of Beelzebub’s children. But she was caught, and he could only imagine she was regretting her decision now as she was at his mercy. At the end of her sentence, she seemed to trail off, the male’s ears twitching as he looked to her. She didn’t want to be like the wolves of Mortiul. She resented him, that much was sure. Even if he wanted to reprimand her for not finishing her sentence, he refrained from doing so, instead opting to look to Feyre, losing interest rather quickly in his slave.
The pretty she-wolf had miscarried Beelzebub’s litter, and she was ready to breed once more. But he wouldn’t take advantage of that quite yet. His brother had already put her through enough trouble, and he hated things being more difficult than they had to be when it came to breeding with a she-wolf. That was the difference between him and his brother. While Beelzebub didn’t think, and instead did, Adramalech put thought into his actions before he went through with them. And even if he wanted more pups, he knew that impregnating the bitch in front of him right now would not be the best idea. Her mental state was very fragile already, and the stress of once more being pregnant could only result in another miscarriage. Too many, and she would be useless. So instead, he would bide his time. Her answer was short and sweet, something that he appreciated. Both she-wolves had learned rather quickly that he was not a wolf that enjoyed long and drawn out conversation. Right now was already a painstakingly hard conversation to have. To treat them like they were more than just a Breeder and Slave. But he knew that this was necessary. If Koga had taught him anything, it would have been that patience is key.
Feyre wanted to feel secure. She wanted to feel cared for and valued. He no doubt saw value in her, but not for the reasons she wanted. In his eyes, and any other male that would want to get their paws on the pretty little she-wolf, she was simply a vessel for offspring. But if treating her like she mattered was something she wanted in order to feel more at home here, and to be in a more stable mindset for pups, he would be able to give that to her, just as he had given it to Sakia. There would be a cost; for her to betray Noctis and give him the information that he wanted. Sakia had been quite the challenge when he had first met her, but even then, her mental will broke and she gave in to what Adramalech wanted. Any she-wolf in her position would have. Either she stayed by his side, and gave him the information he needed for safety and security sleeping in his den, or she would have ended up in the breeder’s den, prey for any superior male that would sneak in late at night to take the upperhand in breeding.
Before Adramalech answered, the wind shifted, and the faint scent of his son and an Ignasian wolf were found on the breeze, blood as well. He wondered what they were getting up to. He looked to the two she-wolves, black eyes emotionless as he stood. “Stay here,” He commanded before trotting away, following the scent that lingered very close. He came upon quite a scene. A dead coyote lay on the ground, blood splattered over Aamon, but also on the pup that Aamon had been given as his slave. Adramalech didn’t care for the name of the pup, but with the blood coating his maw, he could only be certain that the young wolf had killed the coyote on the ground. As he went to speak to the two, ready to chastise his son for not being in the commons when he was supposed to be, the red pelt of his Mercenary appeared, approaching the two. Aamon simply scoffed in her presence, but Adramalech was more interested in why she was asking if they wanted to come with. Aamon was not allowed to leave the territory, he didn’t need one his prodigies leaving the territory and getting himself killed. He no doubt knew that Aamon could handle himself, but he had battle training to get to. Looking towards Yvaine as she quickly disappeared, he simply narrowed his eyes before turning to his son. “Aamon, you’re expected to train with Bishop and your brother in the commons. I suggest you go,” The male’s words held power that told Aamon that it wasn’t necessarily a suggestion. His son grumbled something under his breath before heading away.
His attention then shifted to the other wolf. “You,” He spoke, word coming strongly from his vocals as he spoke. “Clean yourself up and go with Yvaine. Aamon has no use for you right now,” He spoke before turning around. “Don’t bother coming back if you’re not in one piece,” He growled, before heading back to the two she-wolves. He had not gone far, and so the trip was very quick. Bringing himself back to them, his black eyes calculated what he should say to them. They wanted to hear him say that they were safe under his care. Although every wolf in his pack - including Beelzebub - knew that they were his, and that no wolf should touch them without his permission, but even then, they were not safe from him giving them away to another.
“Safety is a fragile thing in this pack,” He spoke, looking towards Feyre, and then to Kalia. “I can offer you safety, but there is only one condition,” He spoke, voice rumbling as he looked to Feyre, locking his eyes on her as he spoke. “Information on the Noctis Pack,” He spoke, keeping his eyes trained on her body language. He knew that she would not like this offer, but there was more to it. “In exchange for any information you can provide, you will sleep in my den, and will no longer reside in the breeder’s den. You will not be touched by any other wolf besides myself, and you will be given the safety and security you so desire,” He spoke, then his attention turned to Kalia. “As for you. You want to change. Murderers are common here if you haven’t noticed. Your history of lying, and stating that you’re a liar once more gives you no trust in this pack. If you want to be trusted and to no longer be considered a liar, you need to show loyalty to me, and only me,” He narrowed his eyes, looking towards the she-wolf that stood below him. She was only a few inches shorter than him, but that was enough for him to look down on her as he leaned his face in towards hers. “You may even be able to make yourself more than a Slave if you work hard enough,” He whispered, giving her the false hope that she would be anything more than that. She had wanted to be a great warrior when she had first joined, just like the many others that had come to his borders. She had underestimated just how brutal his pack could be. If she was looking for someone that would take pity on her, she should have asked to join Ignasia.
He had no qualms with the way Koga worked his pack, but even with the Ignasian way being brutal, Koga had taken a meek she-wolf and turned her into something more. Maleah was a prime example of what Koga could do. Adramalech would never be able to do that, he didn’t have the patience to turn a sniveling brat into a greater power. Instead, he preferred to keep them in his lower ranks to abuse how he pleased. To use how he pleased. “But,” The male uttered, looking towards her with serious black depths. “One wrong move and that pretty little neck of yours will be snapped. You’ll end up just like those wolves you refused to eat,” The words came from his mouth as what would be a smirk ghosted across his face before it vanished completely. Pulling away from the she-wolf, he let the words he spoke slowly sink into both of them, watching each for their reactions. Feyre had a tough decision to make. Would she betray her previous pack for safety and security? To get away from his brother and his malpractices, or would she stay strong and defend the pack she so badly wanted to return too? Kalia had the decision to make if she wanted vengeance for everything they had put her through, for everything that he had done to break her spirit.
It was nowhere near as bad as Beelzebub had treated Ronin to break the wolf into finally killing another, but it was enough to cause the she-wolf to at least lose apart of herself. He could already tell by the look in her eyes, the way she held herself around him. “I would suggest making a decision soon. We’re losing light after all,” He spoke, looking towards each of them before heading back to where he had been laying, placing himself back into the same position he had been as if he hadn’t left at all. Their answers would be something he wanted to hear, and if one of them were to answer against what he proposed to them, he would immediately send them back to the commons with more than harsh words and a few wounds to follow. But with how the Noctis she-wolf looked, he was hoping that she would accept his offer. To allow him access to even better ways to make her just like Sakia.
Sakia had been his greatest achievement after all, even if she now lay dead in the commons. Feyre would learn from Sakia’s mistakes, and with her gentle nature, would not repeat them if she wished to live.
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Mortiul
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Assassin
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4 Years
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Never play 'hide and go seek' with Bishop.
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Post by Assassin Crimson on Aug 21, 2019 12:25:04 GMT -8
Following after the red pelt and long legs that lead him, Crimson and Yvaine had found themselves in the Mountainside Stream, the scent of his alpha and two females made themselves known to him rather quickly. He was sure to present himself in the most respectful way he could, he had already seen what disrespect earned you when dealing with Adramalech, it had earned his respect toward the alpha. Large black paw pads waded through the stream as both he and Yvaine picked up on the scent of blood, not anything that made him hunger, coyote blood.
With a few more steps, Crimson stopped beside Yvaine, looking down at the bloody mess of a coyote he could only assume the smaller apprentice had killed. He hadn't met this smaller male, though he couldn't help but smirk as Yvaine suggested they bring a spectator, hoping she was suggesting his fellow red eyed wolf, the first he had ever come upon with the same appearance trait.
"I like the sound of that."he chimed to his female companion, practically a purr before he watched her address them. While Yvaine padded up to them, Crimson took it upon himself to encircle them, watching as Aamon gave a scoff to the mercenary's presence, Crimson pinned his ears back, wondering what his problem was, it wasn't like the two were getting up to anything particularly productive killing a lone coyote. Crimson brought himself around to stop between Mutt and Yvaine, red eyes landing upon the apprentice as his ears stood up once more. It was with perfect timing the Alpha came over to reprimand his own spawn, telling him to go train, this was their ok to steal away the apprentice, one Crimson looked forward to bringing out of the territory. As Yvaine bounded off, challenging them both to keep up Crimson wore a smile. "Come, you'll want to witness this with your wicked eyes." Crimson gave him a wink before turning himself away, ebony paws trailing after Yvaine as he hoped Mutt would follow, he had a feeling the apprentice showed promise, now was his time to prove them right. -Exit- |
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Aug 23, 2019 17:16:27 GMT -8
Bright eyes had been glued on Aamon, waiting on some kind of indication that his so-called ‘master’ was pleased with the performance that the young mutt had put on, his head held high and ears pushed forward while he waited, hoping to have gained some kind of approval, a reaction, a change in the way Aamon was watching him, but nothing came, just a blank white stare, and the frustration was beginning to mount in Mutt but he pushed it down, managing to calm himself as the light breeze began to blow over the stream. The wind had shifted pushing the scent of Mutt and Aamon around in too many different directions to keep track of, but it also shifted in their favor, only for a second but enough for the wind to bring with it the scent of two other wolves, he was not sure who they were but the mutt knew quickly they were from Mortiul, a male and a female. He turned his head, bright eyes looking up at the maned wolf as she crossed the stream, her long, skinny, black legs and her thin, bright red body, she was not normal in appearance that was certain but that did not matter to the young wolf, Mutt was just happy to be talked to as if he was an actual wolf and not some scum residing on a stone. He recognized her, faintly, from the cavern where Stanley had been killed and when his mother and two siblings had gone missing, the young male did not let the brief pang of grief show in his body language, instead electing to keep a straight face and waiting while she talked. “Aamon, Mutt,” her greeting was brief but the simple fact she had used his name and actually talked to him made the young male stand a bit taller and begin to ignore Aamon as he scoffed at her near his side and just out of his range of vision probably disregarding her because that was all the male seemed to be able to do anyway, it was not like he actually felt anything, Aamon had made that much clear in their few encounters before. He also noticed the other wolf that was with her, another black wolf, his red eyes were haunting but not to Mutt, the young male was simply fascinated by them, however the black wolf refused to stay within his field of vision, instead circling around them, listening to everything that was happening instead. Yvaine's aquamarine eyes looked directly at him as she continued, “We are headed out of the territory, and with how you have killed this coyote,” Yvaine spoke, looking towards him, a devious smile spread across her face and Mutt’s tail gave a small wave of satisfaction at hearing his efforts had not gone unnoticed. “We figured we should invite you along,” her eyes darted to Aamon but Mutt could not care less about what the anti-social black wolf was doing, as of right now he had someone willing to actually give him the time of day to learn his name so that was who he would be paying attention to for the foreseeable future at least until Aamon proved he could actually gain Mutt's respect, which he was sure Aamon would not be happy about but Mutt did not care, not right now anyway. Yvaine’s teeth flashed at him, and a snicker left her muzzle as she took off, running off from the stream him and Aamon had been sitting at for a while now. “Feel free to follow if you can!” Yvaine’s voice called over her shoulder at him and Mutt took a step forward as he readied himself to leave, and then the other wolf stepped right in front of him, recapturing his attention, "Come, you will want to witness this with your wicked eyes." Crimson gave him a wink before turning himself away, and his black paws hurriedly followed after the maned wolf from earlier. Mutt's mouth turned up in a smirk, he was finally getting somewhere with somewhere, and he was on his way to get some actual training in a practical skill, this was the best opportunity that had been presented to him so far, and Mutt was no doubt going to seize the opportunity. Mutt had been so caught up in the opportunity to really learn that he had not even noticed the Mortiul alpha making his appearance, but there he was, the physical copy of Aamon, maybe that was why he had ignored the large male’s presence, Mutt had probably considered his large black body as that of Aamon rather than anyone else, which was a fair assumption given their close appearance. However, the second he heard the booming voice directed at him Mutt’s ears flattened to his head, no fear was held in his eyes, he had become a master at hiding that particular emotion and watched Adramalech with unwavering eyes, but Mutt was no fool, acting as if he was completely unaffected could mean a death sentence and so he kept up the submissive act he was expected to show and watched Adramalech as he spoke, his knees and elbows bent as he waited. “You, clean yourself up and go with Yvaine. Aamon has no use for you right now,” The alpha turned his back to the young wolf, and threw one last comment over his shoulder as he went on his way, “Do not bother coming back if you are not in one piece,” his voice more like a growl now rather than actual voice used for communication. Mutt’s eyes narrowed, he wanted to say something, but the threat of death hung over his head so he held his tongue at bay, one day he would shed the stupid status he had been given upon birth, he would show all these fools and earn a name worthy of the wolf he saw himself as, but not today, not yet, he would bide his time, he would earn their respect, Mutt would make them respect him. The creamy tan and gray wolf hurriedly trotted to the stream slipping his growing body into the water, letting the cold, mountain water rush over his fur and clean him off as well as it could. The blood seeped into the water turning it red for a second before it was rushed down the river, and then within seconds Mutt was bolting out of the water and taking off in the direction that Crimson and Yvaine had ran off in, he was shorter so catching up was not really an option, so instead he relied on tracking them, hoping they slowed down at some point to catch their breath. He had to be quick, catching a scent randomly, or the sight of something broken on the ground or on a bush using it to lead him in the direction of the two wolves he was now hunting rather than following. -Exit- Mercenary Yvaine Assassin Crimson Alpha Adramalech @aamon |
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Adramalech's Bitch
Female
1.5 Years
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Remember when A Series of Unfortunate Events was a book and not my life
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Post by Feyre on Aug 24, 2019 2:56:00 GMT -8
Grey eyes were kept pinned on the Alpha's paws, a cautionary stance as Feyre waited for some kind of growl to signify his disapproval of her or Kalia's answers. Would he take offence to her request for safety? Her expectations were set on something along the lines of 'you're not dead yet, consider yourself safe,' as a response, or perhaps just a physical retaliation would better suit Adramalech's distain for the use of words. However, it seemed that the universe was determined to subvert her expectations, as the Alpha rose to his paws with pitch black eyes shifting between the two of them, there was no kind of cruel retaliation, only the words "stay here." Feyre blinked. Daring to look up to watch the brutish form of the Mortiul King as he trotted into the distance towards a pair of scents that she hadn't cared to recognise. She quickly look to Kalia, worry flashing in her dull eyes as she shifted her legs underneath her body, anxiety blooming in her chest as a million incomprehensible thoughts rushed through her head, each screaming for attention until it all fell onto numb ears. A shadow soon loomed over her small body, shattering these clambering thoughts as she looked up to see the bottomless voids that Adramalech had for eyes staring down at her with an intensity not so easily forgotten. “Safety is a fragile thing in this pack, I can offer you safety, but there is only one condition,” Anything. Please. Just keep me safe. Keep me away from him.“Information on the Noctis Pack,” Feyre's desperation fell short and she could feel her hope shattering as quickly as it had found life. “In exchange for any information you can provide, you will sleep in my den, and will no longer reside in the breeder’s den. You will not be touched by any other wolf besides myself, and you will be given the safety and security you so desire,” this was enough to bring a lick of bile into the back of her throat, a burning akin to the sensation that had blossomed in her head as those torn thoughts began their fight once again. She wanted nothing more than to feel secure, ever since she had been pulled from that churning river by Luke she had craved the feeling of safety. Being here was one of her worst fears come true, death felt as if it loomed over her shoulder ready to pounce at any second, and his name was Beelzebub. She was finally being given a chance to be free from this torture, the Alpha that she had once thought merciless and cold-hearted was giving her a chance, offering her a place in his own den, and a shield from the demon that had been haunting her. But she couldn't sell out Noctis, perhaps greeting death as an old friend would have been better than disregarding everything that Luke had done for her...but perhaps this would keep her alive long enough to return to the home that she loved so dearly. “I would suggest making a decision soon. We’re losing light after all," her breath hitched itself in her throat along with the subsiding bile as she quickly made her decision, guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders before she could even speak those traitorous words. "The Southern Border is impassable. A river with the strongest current you'll ever endure cuts right through the middle of the outskirts," she suppressed the memories that came with these words before she forced herself to continue through gritted teeth. "The rest of the territory is beautifully forested land, rich in everything we need. Luke is our Alpha, and my father. He's strong, wise, and loves his followers deeply, choosing to run his pack on the ideals of respect and loyalty. The Noctis wolves are resilient and unbreaking. I haven't been there for months now, so I can't tell you anything about current ranks or numbers, but every one of them is a warrior in one way or another; they will fight for what they believe in." Feyre spoke of her pack with such a deep amount of love and respect as she sold them out to one of the biggest threats that would ever stand against them. Her body trembled with every word she let fall past her hesitant lips until she could push herself no further. She refused to give him the details of the happier things that occurred within Noctis, the friends she had made and the games they had played, or of the relationships that had grown under more peaceful times. Feyre struggled as she was suddenly bombarded with the sweetest memories she shared with Luke, Tamlin, Seven, Wren, Aili, Ozmond, Zach, and even the wolves that had gone and passed during her time. It was a viscous and sickening feeling as she lowered her head in shame, tan ears falling flat against her skull, submitting to the idea that she had sold herself and her pack to Adramalech. She could only hope that her choice would be the catalyst to her one day being able to reunite with the wolves she still loved with a burning ferocity. |
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