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Alphess
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Post by Alphess Wren on Feb 5, 2019 0:01:34 GMT -8
M O R T I U L / I G N A S I A • G E N E R A L
H U N T I N G • T E R R I T O R Y
As the mountainous territory shifts between plains and forest, two fertile areas emerge. One is the plains, an unscathed stretch of land that the fires missed. The sloping patch of grass moulds to the gentle rolls of the mountain. The grass is kept cropped short by pronghorn and the small herd of American buffalo that resides hidden away most of the time. Mice, lemmings, and rabbits also call the plains home. The plains bleed into the forests dotting the unburnt face of the mountain. The tall evergreens shelter the dens of marmots, badgers, and foxes, as well as many herds of white-tailed deer, and several small mammals. The trees grow relatively close together, making hunting in the forest either a treacherous endeavour, or a training game.
H U N T I N G
G U I D E
Seldom seen Hard to catch S M A L L • G A M E Rats & Mice - Marmots - Hare/Rabbits - Lemmings
When it comes to small game, the player can choose whether or not their wolf makes the kill. Please keep in mind that a wolf does not make a successful kill every time, usually a best two out of three. Also, please note the territory you are hunting in and the prey listed. Please do not roleplay otherwise. Please give adequate details and length for lone small game hunts.
L A R G E • G A M E Whitetail Deer - Pronghorn - American Buffalo
When it comes to larger game, a minimum of two wolves (three for buffalo) are required to start a hunt. A Random Number Generator will be used by an admin to declare if the hunt was a success or not. Please PM an admin with the hunting details so they can respond in turn. Large game hunts cannot be finished in less than 4 posts.
C O M P E T I T I O N   
Grizzly Bears - Coyotes - Foxes - Badgers
The presence of other predators during large game hunts will show up at random intervals by the use of a Random Generator by an admin, unless requested otherwise in PM. Fatalities from said events are only acceptable if the player of the victim allows it. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2019 13:52:43 GMT -8
"Xalie left, I'm sure you heard, but she had came to Koga and I, telling us that she couldn't stand the guilt. I tried to tell her that a pup lost is another blessing from Adjetni, that he saw that their place was in Paradise and their life will be given as protection to the other pups," Marusya explained calmly as they walked, tail brushing Vivaldi every so often. An affectionate gesture to the other Alphess. Sighing, she continued on, "But she couldn't see Adjetni in death and fled in the night." A harsher tone hung onto the words at the end, although her candid nature was to show that it really wasn't a problem.
"My own Credence, his will is what protects my children, they each gained protection upon his death and they will honor his death by continuing to live," chuckling, "probably seems like a soft way to think but I know that this can hold a lot of power to those that need it. And that's what we need to know, what power we need to bring more into our folds."
Marusya rarely spoke this much about their ways and the reasons behind some of their ways. Her eyes darted to Vivalid's to see if their was judgement or not. Flicking a tail once more she darted a head and around a tree.
"Koga and I have been discussing," her small voice carried easily in the quiet of the trees, "About another litter." Her paws scratched away at the snow before her as she turned to pace in front of her friend. She had never discussed her visions with anyone other than Koga and Marusya was nervous to share these details with Vivaldi.
"I saw a vision, of my daughter against the pelt of what could only be described of Maleah's and Cayden's pelt mixed together. But this daughter, she hadn't been born yet. Yet she carried so much grace and power with each step," her voice trailed away, her mouth closing softly. Her head tilted to the sky, hoping to see her God.
"I thought one pregnancy was enough, but my god calls on me for another," whispering, barely audible words, she didn't look towards Vivaldi. Instead she kept starring, pleading with sky for answers. Inside she didn't want another litter, she wasn't sure her mind could handle the stress. But this is what fate commands her and she will follow, a loyal servant as always.
Finally eyes tore away and starred at her friend, for a moment she starred, expecting her to say something. But what can one say to what she has said. A smile broke her stoic expression as she jerked her tail high above her in show of play fight.
"But you did not come here to hear all of my woes, so tell me, anything to share or do you wish to express yourself with teeth and fang?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2019 20:22:27 GMT -8
 words: ###. tag: @marusya. notes: blablah. |
As Maru speaks of Xalie’s abandonment, of not seeing their Adjetni in death, Vivaldi can admit to some skepticism. She cannot fault Maru for her beliefs; after all, if so many followed such a religion it had to have some smidgens of truth to it. However, she does not see the death of her children as blessings. Though she holds less maternal affection than most, if not all, other mothers, when that is put aside she cannot see what a tiny child would have possibly done to deserve paradise. Perhaps if that child were to live long enough to become a half decent soldier for her partner’s army, died in battle or otherwise, she could have found some solace in Marusya’s preachings. Now, however, she simply questions the judgment of a nonexistent god. Vivaldi would never speak such things to her companion though, not when it brings such comfort to her when pondering the death of her past son.
The fellow Alphess speaks of a second litter demanded of her by her god, and the frosted lupess flicks her ears back; to go through childbirth twice! What a nightmare! But sacrifice and struggle breeds strength, and she knows that any child of her friends will be a credit to her cult. ”We all must do what’s best for our packs, and if your lord commands it, it can only be for the benefit of his followers.” She soothes, flank pushing briefly against Marusya’s in a show of camaraderie. ...did you wish to express yourself with teeth and fang? The grin she gives her friend is more a nasty bearing of teeth than anything else, ugly scars growing prominent with the stretching of skin. ”You know me all too well - perhaps a brief spar before we journey to the borders.” And then she strikes.
Maru was much smaller, but inevitably faster. Vivaldi was no slouch, but motherhood had soaked up her time and made her limbs rusty; she could not underestimate her long time sparring partner. Ducking her head low, her teeth dart to grasp Marusya’s scruff. If they connect, she would throw her weight back and fling the other wolf to the ground in an attempt to daze her.
If the lissom female dodged her initial strike, the alabaster bitch would snarl and lash a foreleg her direction, blunt claws aiming to tear the flesh of the other’s shoulder; nothing maiming, but enough to draw blood.
It was only a friendly fight after all, and it wouldn’t do for either of them to be confined to a sickbed after.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 12:34:43 GMT -8
| ALPHESS MARUSYA | | | | | ”We all must do what’s best for our packs, and if your lord commands it, it can only be for the benefit of his followers.”Marusya did not miss the slight expression that tugged at the she-wolf’s eyes and corner of her mouth, small signs that show either disinterest or disagreement, but choosing to surpress. Marusya would not push, even though they were partner with those that do not believe, their goals are too similar and so their transgressions would be looked over. Marusya would continue to try and pull those of Mortiul into Adjetni’s folds, everyone will have a chance to prove themselves to their God, willingly or not.
”You know me all too well - perhaps a brief spar before we journey to the borders.” Marusya was watchful but still learning the perfect timing. This time she dodged much too quickly, resulting being farther away than would be desired. As if Marusya was an afraid bunny jumping at the slightest movement. Anything offensive Marusya had planned died away at the distance between them. Meaning Vivaldi had the upper hand by controlling the distance set.
But by jerking back as she had gave her a better picture of what Vivaldi had intended, but by being farther away meant she could not capitalize on the openings Vivaldi had open with her attack.
At this distance if Vivaldi chose to advance forward quickly, Marusya would have no choice but to let her come. She attempted once more to stay within a smaller circle while still staying mere centimeters out of reach. Marusya was quick to try and find opening, dancing around her she would attempt to attack the backs of her legs and tail. More than once probably getting a backwards kick in her face, neck, or chest. Nothing too damaging had been done, yet.
If Vivaldi chose to advance slowly, Marusya would attempt to move in a circle keeping her eyes on her partner. Once they were at a shorter distance where Marusya would strike. Jerking forward, she would attempt to jump onto her back and closer to her rear, teeth aiming to sink into her flesh and pull her down with the force, hoping the unbalance would knock over Vivaldi.
If Vivaldi striked first, Marusya would attempt to angle the blows or bites to her lower half, allowing her front have more mobility. Attempt to coil around like a snake and strike into the softer tissue of the armpits and stomach.
Of course any of her attacks would do minor damage, cuts and bruises, but nothing that would result in the need of actual medical condition. Of course, if Vivaldi striked harder, she would return the favor, and she expected nothing-less for Vivaldi to return the same. However, they were in control of their movements and strength, and neither seemed to be losing control; yet.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2019 18:06:11 GMT -8
words: like 9. tag: @marusya. notes: let me know if you have any problems w this, basically my first real spar lmao. |
Vivaldi sneers as Marusya leaps back from her advances, hackles raised as she stalks forward. Though the proof of such quick reflexes pleased her, it was no use if there was no follow through. Maru’s dodge had taken her far out of the femme’s reach, yes, but such things worked both ways. ”You are an Alphess, not some skittering rabbit- every dodge should be followed by a counterattack.” The alabaster bitch barks. The slow circle they paced around one another grows tighter and tighter before Marusya strikes, barest tensing of the smaller wolf’s legs revealing her intent just before she executes it. The oaken female chooses to leap upon her back, teeth piercing the flesh of Vivaldi’s shoulder just as the ashen wolf feels her balance begin to falter. Hellish gaze narrowing, she quickly turns her impending fall into a swift roll, her weight pressing the opposing alphess into the ground, undoubtedly winding the much lighter she-wolf. Rising smoothly to her feet, she grins as the copper scent of her own blood tinges the air, eyes glinting meanly.
What fun this was.
If Maru were to stay on the ground for even an instant too long, Vivaldi would dart forward and close her jaws around the base of the oaken lupess’ throat - not drawing blood, but instead using the leverage to bash the back of the cultist’s head into the hard earth. Harsh laughter would slip through her clenched maw, adrenaline coursing gleefully through the frosted bitch’s frame.
If the elder femme were to clamber to her paws before Vivaldi could strike, she would spring forward and crowd the she-wolf immediately, not giving her time to dart out of range once more. Pearlescent fangs would puncture whatever they could reach, salted blood coating the white wolf’s tongue. The larger female attempts to strike two, three times before rearing up to hind legs, forepaws raised to deliver a punishing blow to the crown of Marusya’s head. Of course, this would be the opportunity for her to nimbly dodge out out of the way - and she would tell her so. ”Do not let me connect!” The Alphess would snarl, muscles in her left shoulder protesting as the motion pulls at the bite there.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2019 20:02:59 GMT -8
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”You are an Alphess, not some skittering rabbit- every dodge should be followed by a counterattack.” Those words struck a chord deep in Marusya as she let out a snarl in retaliation to such critisism. Somewhere deep in her she knew Vivaldi was teaching her, but for some reason those words held more weight than she would have like to admit. Instantly her stance changed, she threw herself hard at Vivaldi at the next chance.
Instantly she felt her maw wrap itself around the blade of Vivaldi, digging in and feeling iron droplets on her tongue. Vivaldi lost balance, then adjusted accordingly. Marusya was there to long as she was roughly thrown to the ground by her foe. A small gasp as air left her lungs was what she needed to be dazed for a second too long. Vivaldi was on her in a second, head pushed roughly back against the frozen earth. Lips pulled back instantly, ears flattening, and for a moment, tail tucked in an aggressive fearful state.
The moment passed and Vivaldi's laughter brought her back to the present. This was a mock battle. Not her past. Taking the biggest breath she could, she coiled her back legs tight against her and aimed them at Vivaldi's face. Not only did her feet connect, even though she didn't have strength to push or pound her away, it did give her enough leverage to tear herself clear of her friends jaws.
Rolling away she took the moment to latch herself onto her friends neck, then going dead-weight in an attempt to snap her head down to the ground, once again attempting to get Vivaldi off her balance.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2019 16:23:37 GMT -8
words: ###. tag: @marusya. notes: blablah. |
Vivaldi exhales harshly as Marusya’s hind legs connect with the underside of her jaw, causing her to lose her grip on the base of the smaller wolf’s neck. Sure enough, the oaken furred female takes the opportunity to slide out from underneath the alabaster bitch, rolling back to her paws with a quickness that makes her smile. The cultist had certainly commanded respect when the Alphess had first met her, but it was still gratifying to see the leaps and bounds forward she had taken since starting their training all those weeks ago.
Her brief reminiscing comes to an end when a slender maw latches to her throat and abruptly goes limp, wrenching her head downwards. The frost touched lupess growls as she feels something pull in her neck, throbbing lowly and causing her to clench her teeth. Lips pull back in a fearsome snarl, and throwing her weight to the side as a counterbalance, she throws up a foreleg and places it over her sparring partner’s neck, just over her scruff - before bringing the entirety of her weight down onto that leg.
The result is Vivaldi slamming Marusya’s head back down to the ground, a paw pressed firmly over the scruff of her neck in an unorthodox pin. However, the abrupt tearing of the other from her neck causes her to hiss, as the action had pulled no small amount of fur and flesh from the tender skin of her throat. Blood beads from where her pelt had torn, and she huffs out an irritated breath - seems she would have yet another patchy area in her pelt.
She is sure if this were a real battle, the Ignasian alphess would find some way to free herself and counter. But for now this seemed a decisive enough end to a relatively friendly mock battle, and with a toothy grin she releases her hold on Marusya. ”That was refreshing. You took me by surprise a few times there. ” She croons, adoring the ache and burn of her muscles after so long spent in the caves. Tattered ears perk and swivel as various cries and howls come from the border, and she narrows her eyes calculatingly. ”But you can never become complacent with where you’re at - especially with incoming new blood.” She glances meaningfully in the direction of the borders. ”We must always be so far above their league that disobedience never even comes to mind.” With a firm shake of her pelt that spatters red against the snow, she turns towards the outskirts of their territory, glancing over her shoulder at Marusya.
”I’m going to go collect the pack member hopefuls.” She sneers. ”I’d welcome your company, but perhaps you’d rather check in on your children’s battles - I’m sure you’re interested in the outcome.” The bitch utters with some amusement - they both knew the cultist children would almost certainly prevail. Whether Marusya accompanied her or not, the scarred lupess begins the trek to the borders.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2019 11:36:37 GMT -8
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Marusya was down on the ground again, this time by choice. However, she was not prepared for Vivaldi's unothadox counter. The quickness in which she executed her actions was not something to laugh at. Vivaldi was an opponent to reckon with and if this was a real fight, Marusya felt that she would have no real chance against this she-wolf. The scars she wore were symbols to her achievements.
A thud and a tearing sound Marusya was only familiar with during dinner, she was once again pinned. Fur and blood choked her mouth as she attempted to gain composure and breath. Vivaldi was strong and any force from her knocked the wind out of the smaller she-wolf. She let out a small groan that she masked as a growl of annoyance. Spitting the fur out of her mouth she angled her head to make sure she didn't do any severe damage, her bite had not been tight enough at the flesh to yank skin away, thank goodness. Although, she was sure Vivaldi wouldn't mind too much if she did.
”That was refreshing. You took me by surprise a few times there. ” The alabaster wolf croons Marusya's way, her own body moving to stand and stretch. Shaking her pelt out, she let out a small laugh.
"I thought I might have had the upper hand with the time spent with the pups," she joked, "but never underestimate a warrior like you." The friendly conversation soon was drawing to a close as howls were heard in the distance. New wolves at the borders, Marusya thought with a smirk, about time.
”But you can never become complacent with where you’re at - especially with incoming new blood.” Marusya did not miss her friends meaning and nodded, she would need to not only double her training, but that of her children and their religion. They must be strong against outsiders who wished to tear them down. ”We must always be so far above their league that disobedience never even comes to mind.” Of course her friend was right, when was the more experienced she-wolf not? Marusya only nodded, taking in the words with a stern, thoughtful face.
”I’m going to go collect the pack member hopefuls. - I’d welcome your company, but perhaps you’d rather check in on your children’s battles - I’m sure you’re interested in the outcome.” Marusya had almost forgot. She in no way was worried, although she would miss her children's first kills. Flicking a tail, she remembered that tonight might also be the night to present Miyako's brood.
"I will head to the caves, make sure everything is going as planned," she called after the disappearing frame of Vivaldi. "Good luck, eat them alive~" she called after, her laughter at her joke cutting short, as she turned and began to her jog back to the caves.
Exit to The Caves
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 8:20:36 GMT -8
Training was tediously drawn-out work. Still, with a group as spirited as this one, they were bound to find something enjoyable in today’s session. Endymion, at the very least, shared his enthusiasm for games, Why else would the male have been made Paladin? Adramalach had to have spotted something resembling the heated, ravenous hunger his siblings had always shared. Something in his mannerisms suggested he favored the more unconventional aspects of sparring — how fortunate, considering how Mortiul lived for the alternative, strange, and macabre. It was precisely what gave them their edge. Perhaps Endymion could teach Abaddon and Eulalia a thing or two on surprise. He wasn’t entirely sure where he should place Abaddon and Eulalia. Abaddon had demonstrated his brute strength, his might and cunning, but might and cunning didn’t entail the right heart. He’d yet to see any sort of sadistic flare; anything indicating any pleasures he might have taken in his day-to-day duties. What was life here without pleasure? He’d yet to investigate him on the matter, but so far, suspicions were high. A thorough sparring might unveil them — but for the time being, he’d judge him from a safe distance. Eulalia was placed in a similarly precarious situation. Her siblings, Bishop and Crimson, feasted without a degree of hesitation, but he could have sworn he’d seen disgust. It was a gradually acquired taste, in all fairness, but he’d learned to never trust reluctance. Perhaps, in this session, Eulalia would dignify herself once more, but he wouldn’t hold his breath regarding it. “Let’s keep this simple.” He quipped, leaning back on brindled limbs. “Eulalia and Endymion, head to the tree line. I want the two of you to take Abaddon and I by surprise as we move throughout the Hunting Grounds. Be ruthless. No holds barred. Your submission will only be accounted for if you scream the word yourself, Any questions?” Even if there were, he’d no intentions of answering. “Let’s begin.” Paladin Endymion @eulalia @abaddon |
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Jul 15, 2019 3:50:00 GMT -8
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Paladin Endymion
The Purity in arrogance
Note to staff —
Viv has given me permission to ghost Eulalia in this post.
Glistening dewdrops stuck to lush blades of green grass indicated the beginning of spring that so many wolves had been looking forward to. Endymion was indifferent to the fact; though he would admit it was a pleasant change not having to wade through inches upon inches of thick and unruly snow.
Despite the ease in their journey, the brute had absolutely despised the lack of tormenting that had occurred between himself and Abaddon. His skin was practically itching with every little remark that had popped into his head, yet his mouth had been sewn shut, building up this agitation in the hopes that he would be able to channel it into ripping the male apart during this completely friendly totally non-contact incredibly relaxed sparring session.
The Paladin kept close to the Beta, both males walking with purposeful strides as they broke from the cover of the trees and exposed themselves to the stretching plains that rolled over the curvature of plump hillsides. Endymion's keen eye counted the heads of a few elk as they grazed lazily, but they were not his target for today. “Let’s keep this simple. Eulalia and Endymion, head to the tree line. I want the two of you to take Abaddon and I by surprise as we move throughout the Hunting Grounds. Be ruthless. No holds barred. Your submission will only be accounted for if you scream the word yourself, Any questions?” The Paladin shifted his weigh from paw to paw, eager to start and hoping that the other two wouldn't have any stupid questions to ask before they began.
Endymion gave a nod of his head to Eulalia as they broke off from Beelzebub and Abaddon, the female following closely as they made their way back towards the tree-line. "Here's how we'll do this," he began, his voice kept at a hushed level as he spoke, "once we get to the tree-line I want you to break off to the right. I'll go left. Keep low and don't make a sound. Once we're in position, wait for Beelzebub and Abaddon to settle into their own spot. Watch me, because once we're ready I'll give a signal for you to draw their attention in some way, make some kind of noise but try not to be seen if possible. While they're distracted I'll sneak up from behind them and grab one of them," probably Abaddon, "they will then both attempt to attack me, which will give you time to jump in and catch the other by surprise. Got it?" Eulalia nodded as he finished his explanation just in time for them to reach the trees once again. As planned the two wolves went their seperate ways, Endymion crouching against the ground and creeping his way through the brush. His blue eyes shifted to watch his partner do the same, each of them finding their positions in no time. Endymion's eager gaze was soon set back on their two targets his claws pressing into the soft ground while his teeth began to grind together in anticipation. He had been aching for a spar like this for too long now, and the drawing of blood from the General this morning had spurred him to do the same. "No holds barred," Beelzebub had said, and Endymion intended to enact nothing less than whatever he craved in those exact moments.
Tagged: @beelzebub @abaddon @eulalia
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Post by Paladin Endymion on Sept 3, 2019 3:39:58 GMT -8
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Paladin Endymion
The Purity in arrogance
Note —
I'm ghosting everyone in this scene so we can get moving. Also DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH VIOLENCE AND EXCESSIVE GORE. You have been warned.
Thank you for reading this PSA :3
His patience was wearing thin as trained eyes followed the pair of wolves walking through the Hunting Grounds, each as silent as the other while they made their way into position, ready to be ambushed. Endymion's skin crawled, something inside him feeling sensationally uneasy, urging him to go now. Attack now. Blue eyes shifted, looking to Eulalia as she crouched in her position, seriously considering abandoning their plan and launching himself at the unsuspecting pair. Beelzebub had wanted their assault to be a surprise, so why not reign absolute chaos upon everyone in this whole fucking clearing?
A demonic grin pressed itself into the corners of his lips as he brought himself up from his position. From the corner of his eye he could see Eulalia shift, confused and unsure of what he was doing. Endymion didn't give her much longer to ponder his action, pouncing onto the scene as soon as he could.
That lust for destruction sent him bolting across the clearing, hungry eyes set like stone upon the inky figure of Abaddon, the male's disdainful glare painted vividly in his mind as he reached his victim, launching his full body weight onto the clueless male, sending the pair tumbling onto the ground while Endymion scrambled to get his jaws around the male's throat, clamping down with success while they tumbled, Abaddon's raven legs flailing as the Paladin found his footing while shaking his head with neck in maw, a sickening yet oh-so-satisfying snap ringing through the clearing before the black male fell still in his clutch, warm blood dribbling down Endymion's chin as he dropped the corpse to the ground. But death wasn't enough. It would never be enough. That urge to inflict pain still raged within his head, his stomach clenching as the sweet yet tangy flavour of blood sat against his tongue.
He needed more.
Teeth were instantly wrapped around the dead throat once more, canines ripping through flesh until he found that delicate jugular that snapped too easily against his teeth, providing that beautifully decadent taste against his palate once more, the ruby drink flowing gratefully down his gullet as he tore the male to shreds.
"That's enough!" A sharp push to his rump forced him away from the body, rage suddenly lighting his eyes as he spun around to face the wench that had disrupted his fun. He didn't think Eulalia would be the type to try and stop anything like this, but then again, perhaps the pretty little thing had a death wish; something he would gladly fulfil. "Oh but darling, it's never enough." He rasped through blood-slick teeth before jumping at his next victim who was practically begging to be ripped to shred. Jaws found themselves around her skull, red teeth crashing down on her cranium while one lucky tooth had managed to sink it's way into that lovely blue eye of hers, a shrill scream shattering the mountainous air, sending the birds in the nearby trees fleeing with their own sounds of panic. Endymion relished in it all, that helpless squirm of the female as she sank to the ground, his body weight pinning her in place while his jaw clamped tighter than ever around her precious skull, that canine pressing itself further and further into the back of her head while the juices flowed from her eye socket and stained his chest.
Endymion purred, happy that his new play-thing had submitted so easily. Yet apart of him craved the intimacy of battle, the feeling of claws raking through skin and teeth puncturing muscle. Maybe he would be able to illicit that sensationally thrilling feeling from the Beta who seemed to be keeping his distance, a smart move clearly learnt from the predicament that Eulalia had found herself in. Endymion would have to finish with his first toy before he moved on to his next, however, and decided that he would do fine settling with inflicting the pain instead of receiving it.
Ears twitched at the sound of the broken whimpers erupting from the bitch beneath him, her cries a silent plea that rang like a lullaby through his sickened head. Endymion released his hold on her head, a pained yelp breaking from her vocals that were quickly cut off as he instead began clamping down against her windpipe, those dangerously tempting arteries throbbing rhythmically against his gums. But Endymion could not waste this perfectly good toy as quickly as he had done the first. No. This would be slow. Torturous. Painful. And it would be everything he needed to sate that incessant thirst that pounded with a white-hot rage behind his eyes.
First, he pressed his massive body weight down on her own harder than before, her ribs shuddering against his own as he placed a paw on the inside of her shoulder before jerking her body and her limb in different directions. A pop chimed in his ear, and a suffocated scream swelled against his tongue. Ah, this was almost as wondrous as those torturous months he had spent in that cave, picking his own brother apart day by day until he lay on the cold ground with his guts spilled across the floor. He planned to do the exact same thing with Eulalia, her beautiful body squirming under his own as he moved on to her other forelimb, relishing in that second pop as her shoulder slipped out of its comfortable little socket. Finally he moved himself off the girl's body, standing over his work and marvelling at the two legs laying limp at horribly wrong angles, her throat mangled from where he had been holding her so tightly while a mixture of plasma and blood trickled down her face from where her ruined eye lay a mushy melting mess in her head, a crown of bite-marks adorning her head as she lay quivering on the ground, groaning and whining and whimpering and singing to him the best song he knew.
Endymion clicked his blood-slick tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You've been so well behaved." He remarked, leaning down to lick away the stream of blood that had begun falling down her face, his muzzle lingered against her ear as his hot breath hissed against her skull. "But good girls deserve to die slowly." Hungry teeth wrapped themselves around her ear and yanked with purpose, ripping the appendage from her crown with ease while her ragged vocals made her pain known. "Good girls don't give me a real fight," he continued moving down to her abdomen and ripping a hole in her stomach, blood spraying across the grass as greedy eyes searched for those entrails that he knew would make such a lovely scene against the ant-infested ground. "Good girls are such a bore. I need the real thrill of a fight, the unimaginable feeling of my flesh being torn to shreds." He sighed. "Apart of me wished I was in your position." Creamy maw buried itself in her guts, ripping out the tubes of intestine and sacks of stomach and lungs and all things truely beautiful. His deceivingly handsome eyes trailed back up to her face, watching the light fade from her features the same way it had left the face of the Noctis Beta, the same way he had dreamed of watching it being leeched from the bright and hopeful eyes of that little red bitch he had stolen for his place in this pack. "Thank you, little girl." He purred finally as she lay limp beneath him, and Endymion found himself with two bodies at his feet, and hell calling his name louder than ever before.
Endymion's bored gaze turned to Beelzebub, his thoughts hard to read though it was clear he seemed to be quite taken aback by the murders that had been committed in front of his very eyes. A shred of Endymion pushed him to try to take the life of the Beta, but he valued his place in this pack, and knew that slaughtering someone as high-ranking as Beelzebub would have him punished in a beautiful yet—in this instance—undesirable way. So instead of facing the Beta with the buzzing thrill that urged him forwards, he simply let loose words fall from his tongue before continuing in the direction of the Commons, knowing well that they had finished their business here. "Well, as you wished, I didn't hold back."
Tagged: @beelzebub
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2019 12:50:42 GMT -8
It had been unreasonably quiet. A torn ear ticked in tepid anticipation. There was no true thrill in sparring. Oh yes, there was refinement, and skill, and practice, but nothing that could ever compare to the delights of battle. It was, at best, a poor, lacking imitation; all of the strain with none of the pleasure. Even in modified fights like these, where teeth were allowed to rip flesh, there were limits — what a preposterous, audacious idea. Mortiul had no need for something as useless as restraint. Such a simple-minded concept had no place in the real world, where every war entailed the fields would flow red. Alas, Adramalach had voiced his stance firmly on the matter. He wanted numbers, warriors wherever available — and most importantly of all, strong, able-bodied ones. In Bub’s opinion, there was no point in boasting weaklings. Even at their absolute best, they’d only hinder the capable. Training, in its truest form, ought to weed out the weak. Yet here they were, lazily waiting a staged attack with glassed, hazy eyes. It was insulting, borderline degrading. And yet for a task so horribly simple, they seemed to be taking an eternity. Pawsteps thundered powerfully, echoing throughout the whole of the clearing. He swiveled his ragged head around, attempting to gain a somewhat accurate idea of what direction they were approaching from. Perhaps it was this land, or the fact that he’d only one ear at his disposal, but for some odd reason he found he couldn’t place them at all — until Endy plunged himself into Abaddon’s side. There was the cacophony of callous growls, a symphony of snarls, the customary thrashing of limbs. A battered torso unconsciously tensed, preparing for Eulalia’s following attack. Such a surprise never came. Abaddon coughed; a wispy painful wheeze as he attempted to force air into his lungs. Endymion appeared entirely opposed to this endeavor. Beel perked his ear, adjusting himself so he could best watch, observing the exact technique Endy preferred in war. Pointed fangs had found the throat, scrambling, thrashing, frothing in fervent anticipation. Choking was a less orthodox method, but it was good practice for securing a hold. “Your jaws,” Beelzebub began, stepping towards where the two were rolling. Endymion had secured his grasp, fixing his fangs into soft, pliable skin. “Angle them. Press down on either side; apply just enough pressure to —"A sudden, blood-curdling snap filled the clearing. The teeth that had only grazed the throat were jammed within it, coated in crimson slick; in and out, in and out, flaying the flesh like ribbons. “That’s enough!” Eulalia commanded, stepping forwards to put a stop to what she doubtlessly considered brutal, chaotic anarchy. Endy spun on his heels, flinging himself at her with a wonderfully gleaming, delighted gaze. It was the look Ky had when he’d just killed, the look Adramalach had when he’d sliced flesh, nothing short of the boldest, purest bloodlust one could bear. Technically, he could have stopped him. He wielded the power, the position, to say nothing of the strength. Theoretically, if he so desired, he could have elected to put a stop to this madness. All it took was a few words, perhaps a couple of blows, but it wouldn’t have taken much effort to deliver Eulalia and spare her life. He simply didn’t want too. It was incredibly reminiscent of the tournament. Perhaps Endymion had taken some type of divine inspiration — what lay at his paws was presently nothing short of a masterpiece. It was slow, torturous so, but the best kills were. He watched on with eagerness, creeping forwards so he could get a better angle of the show, the sounds, the smells. Terror radiated off the body in waves, irresistibly tantalizing. There was the steam of freshly torn guts and bowels; delicious, simmering, dissipating into dust. Blood hastily bubbled and spilled over, splattering onto unstained earth, so aromatic he could practically taste it atop his tongue — to say nothing of the innards. There was less in sounds. Eulalia had been disappointingly quiet, sparing only the briefest of screams. Perhaps he should have expected it. After all, was she not a warrior of Mortiul? At least the canvas that lay before them was breathtakingly beautiful. Beel would have expected nothing less from a Paladin. It was something worth savoring for the years to come. "Well, as you wished,” Endymion quipped, his tone casual, nonchalant as he ambled over the bodies he had broken. “I didn't hold back." With that, he began walking back to the commons; their business concluded. “I’ll think of something to tell Adramalach,” Beel purred, falling into pace with what he knew would be a grand, irrevocably valuable companion. “I’m certain he’ll understand. Marvelous work, Endymion.” Paladin Endymion |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 23:51:25 GMT -8
Myles eagerly trotted into the hunting grounds after his sister. He constantly looked to her for direction, for purpose in life, and this hunt wasn't about to change that. The scent of blood on the wind caught his attention, but it must've been really far away because it was barely even there. It sure got his tummy rumbling though! He really needed a good hunt in order to start the day off right, and there was no better wolf to hunt with than Tayla. She was so smart and strong and leaderly and great! Strolling further into the hunting grounds, the oblivious teenager didn't notice the pungent scent of mountain lion until it was quite literally upon him. The claws of the big cat raked across his side, sending the tiny male tumbling across the hilly terrain. Blood leeching from his sides, the helpless male weakly called out to his sister before the big cat was upon him again. It was barely injured by flailing claws as it sank elongated canines into his neck and stole his life.
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