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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 20:48:55 GMT -8
A quiet sigh exited his lips as his eyelids grew tired, quickly growing bored of the continuous brawling. Wasn't there a better way to assess their skills, rather than individually nit-picking, and equally wearing themselves thin of energy? One of the other smaller females was up next, and Diablo merely followed her confident figure with dull, glazed eyes. Battles continued, and the brute often found himself looking back in the directions of the boarders. Since stepping on the disgusting land, he didn't feel at home. Since interacting with the rogues, whom weren't even apart of Ferus, Diablo felt constantly like an outcast. And to the Alpha, who so rudely judged him arguing with Spiras, with no context that he was merely trying to deflate the tension, Diablo felt like the pup his parents never wanted. The structure of the pack seemed more than promising, or at least to what he had previously heard, but it was backed up by ignorance and a very dominant-based hierarchy. For a brute like Diablo, he imagined he would quickly loose his place in this pack with a typical slip of his tongue, or by the ugly sneers he had already experienced.
Diablo made no motion to wave a tail in goodbye, or to even steal a glance at the fighting alpha and his pack mates. He simply got up and made his leave, quietly and peacefully, right back to the borders and out of this despairing pack. Perhaps he was better as a rogue anyways. Ferus held no spot for a angry bitch like him.
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Post by General Azazel on Oct 21, 2019 21:53:06 GMT -8
| The large black male looked over the other wolves that were there, seeing as the she-wolf who had impressed him moved back into the group, not bothering to give them another look. His focused brought itself to Jay as he finished up his spar with the yearling that had come with the group of rogues that were currently still waiting to be tested. He wondered why he couldn’t just send away the wolves that they wouldn’t need. The two arrogant males were those wolves in particular that he wanted to be rid of. Ferus didn’t need more kiss asses, or wolves that thought they were better than their own Alpha. And he could tell that’s exactly what these wolves were currently thinking at least the large brute that stayed. Yellow eyes looked towards the large white brute as he pulled himself to his feet, before turning away from the group and heading back to the borders. Good riddance. That was the only thought that ran through Azazel’s mind. His wounds stung, but he was so used to the pain that he hardly noticed them.
As Jay stated he would be taking on the small Mexican she-wolf, he gave a small nod to the male before looking over the candidates that were there. Currently there were only a couple left that he could pick from. The young she-wolf who seemed rather timid would be no match for Azazel. He would rather she fight Jay and he either take pity on her, or cast her out completely. Whichever was preferable, but her being accepted in general would have to be through her fighting Jay. Azazel would rip her to shreds the moment she stepped foot into the battle. Then there was the shaky timid male that Jay seemed to have taken a liking to. He would save him dead last if that were the case. He had no reason to piss off Jay right now, and he wasn’t really in the mood. He would already have to deal with Solex treating his wounds. His cranium them moved to tilt his head towards the largest brute there. Azazel simply scoffed at the sight he had of the male.
“You,” He barked out, not wanting to give anything more than that for beckoning the male forward. If he were to actually be listening, Azazel would just bring himself to step backwards, making more room for them to fight. Even with his wounds, he knew that this male would hardly be a match for him. Azazel had witnessed too much in his lifetime to lose to another wolf, especially a cocky, arrogant bastard such as the one that would probably be standing before him now. His yellow eyes looked towards the other male, wondering what exactly he was thinking, what his motivation was. Azazel would stay calm. This male didn’t provoke the bloodlust lying underneath the black pelt that was his masquerade.
But if the male were to rightfully piss him off, that masquerade would fall rather quickly. And the entirety of the commons would be in for a show. A bloody show, that would not end well for the male in front of him. His attention was taken towards the entrance of the missing Hunting Superior for only a moment, as well as the young wolves that were hardly older than Jay’s children themselves. But Azazel’s ears would remain on Spiras the entire time, making sure the male didn’t try anything that he shouldn’t while his attention was taken to more boring matters. Bringing yellow eyes back to Spiras, he figured the male would be ready if he hadn’t already decided to attack.
Azazel launched forward, working towards the front of the male. He had speed on the other, while the other had brute strength. Although Azazel could take a hit, he knew that he wouldn’t want to get pinned in general. With that thought in mind, he feigned from attacking the front, instead moving quickly to the other wolf’s right flank, reaching for Spiras’ scruff. If he were able to do so, Azazel’s paw would swipe the other’s paws out from underneath him and knock him to the ground, scruff in his jaws as he would then quickly press a paw to the muzzle of his opponent, and another to press onto the conjoined area of the shoulder, where he would press in, dull claws digging into skin as he pushed and pushed, waiting until he felt that beautiful breaking point. He wouldn’t hurt this male severely, but if he moved wrong, his shoulder would be dislocated.
If the male were to dodge Azazel’s attack, he would double back, looking towards the other with a calculating expression. He had previously been nothing but a bloodlust monster, but now this male was receiving the more calculated side of Azazel. The Azazel that no one wanted. Bloodlust was not able to be sated and caused the male to act recklessly and brought forth the more unstable mindset that Azazel possessed. But when he was able to control it? The wolves around him would turn tail and run. And maybe this male was smart enough to do so.
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Post by Shale on Oct 28, 2019 20:24:45 GMT -8
The combat trials, it seemed, were already weeding out some of the would-be Ferus newcomers. Even before the general could make his choice on who the next combatant was, Diablo, the large, light-colored male who’d started the conflict with Spiras at the borders, got up and wandered off. Achak too was nowhere to be found, leaving Shale to hope that wherever his friend was going, he found what he was looking for. Right now, however, Shale’s own circumstances had to take priority. Here he was, a soft-spoken, gentle wolf with little experience in anything, surrounded by hardened rogues and a pack that built itself on battle. There was no one who would protect him now; his fate was his own responsibility. And at the moment, his main concern was the black brute of a general who was choosing the next rogue to fight. But it was Spiras, and not Shale, whom Azazel finally called for. The wisdom behind the choice was obvious. The general was already wounded, and it would be better to take on the strongest wolves first, rather than dealing with the weaker first and risking further injury before the more difficult sparring began. Clearly Azazel had been in his fair share of fights before. Between him and Spiras, whom Shale was quite frankly intimidated by, it was impossible to say who would win. The other match, Jay and Harley, would be one to watch as well. That is, as soon as Jay finished dealing with the handful of wolves, all but one of them quite young, who had materialized out of nowhere and were now speaking with the alpha in grave voices. This was official business of Ferus, Shale had no doubt, and though he couldn’t hear what was being said from this distance, he wondered what might be going on. For Jay to interrupt the rogues’ testing, it had to be something important. Before he could do more than wonder, however, Azazel’s first move recaptured his attention. Even wounded the general was quick, and once again Shale found himself hoping he’d face Jay instead. He’d find out if his wish would be granted soon enough; only he and Mira, the little black female who seemed more like him than like the others, remained. Regardless of who his opponent was, his fight would be next. And he dreaded it. He kept his eyes fixed on the battle playing out before him, hoping to learn something, anything, that might improve his chances before his own turn came. Alpha Jay General Azazel Yrene Harley Spiras Mira |
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Post by Yrene on Oct 28, 2019 23:19:22 GMT -8
By some miracle, Yrene's back leg had made contact with the Alpha. Not with his head as she had hoped, but rather with his chest. Close enough. The little she-wolf gasped in relief as he let go of her tail, blood staining the creamy hews of her flag while throbbing jolts of pain echoed through her spine. She didn't have the time to focus on this small detail. Instead she twisted her nimble body around to face the Alpha, knowing that he would very easily have the upper hand on her defenceless rump if she wasn't quick enough. As the male's jade eyes locked on to her own, the young girl lunged forward, aiming for his scruff with a cocky grin, perhaps a little too over confident after her last small victory. This small bout of confidence proved to be her down fall. The Alpha had been quick enough to dodge her smaller body, possibly even able to predict what she had in mind as he merely stepped out of her path and latched his deadly teeth onto her shoulder. Yrene let out a small squeak as he tried to reposition himself, an awkward grip that had very obviously forced him to loosen his hold on her scruff, which was an opportunity she wasn't dumb enough to waste. The youngling yanked herself out of his grasp, cringing at the pain that shot through her shoulder in doing so, yet staying composed enough to turn around just in time to hear his frustrated growl before he lunged towards her yet again. Despite her nimble build, Yrene was unable to escape his attack, gritting her teeth together as he grabbed onto her scruff once more. The world was suddenly flipped as she was taken to the ground, a paw pressed against her muzzle before she could try to retaliate. A defeat easily given. The youngling squirmed in frustration, knowing that she could've done better. If she had've been more focused during her attack she would have been able to land that blow, yet she had fallen too easily to that shred of pride she had held onto after one landed kick. She was a young flame who had much to learn, she could only hope that the Alpha had seen that potential in her. Moonstone eyes shifted upwards as he gave his thoughts, a hopeful beginning as he stated her need to be trained while praising the agility she had always been good at. Yrene pulled herself up off the ground with a haste that had her head spinning, yet she looked towards the male with fire gleaming in her gaze as she pricked her ears forward, searching for his final verdict. “You’ll be a hunter alongside Natsu, the male you met at the borders,” Natsu, so that was his name. Yrene gave a respectful dip of her head to the Alpha, overjoyed to hear that she had proven herself despite her lack of skill. "Thank you, I won't disappoint." She spoke gratefully before stepping back from the ground in which her blood had left a mark. She winced at the sight and the sensation of pain that rippled along her small wounds, but she found a way to distract herself as she let her opalescent gaze drift towards the dark male, her pale face gleaming with excitement as she approached him with as much composure as she could. "Looks like we'll be partners on the Hunting Grounds," she commented with a half-smirk working it's way into the corner of her lips, "you'll have to show me the ropes sometime soon." Yrene suggested, her gaze shifting to the ground as she tried to ignore that sick floaty feeling that had very quickly settled itself in her stomach, hopefully an omen for good things to come. |
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Alphess
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Post by Alphess Semira on Nov 4, 2019 1:47:15 GMT -8
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be stronger than your excuses
Grief lay heavy on the Alphess' shoulders as she entered the Common Grounds. She had stepped foot in this space a countless amount of times over the past couple years of her life, yet something felt off as she made her way into the heart of their home, her tired eyes laying on her mate as he interacted with a slurry of faces she was unable to recognise. Semira became wary around these strangers, one of whom was conversing with the only son she had left while two others stepped up to face Jay and Azazel.
Apart of her felt like screaming at the world, yelling for these nobodies to leave her land and her family, she wanted to sob until she couldn't breath and curl herself into that familiar presence of the male she loved. But appearances had to be upheld. Semira was the Alphess of Ferus, a pack built on the ideals of respect and order. She couldn't go throwing a tantrum in front of all these wolves, even if she had just lost two of her children, their deaths falling only seconds after each other.
Semira kept her shoulders arched, her head high and her tail flagged in the air as she came to sit near the group of formed rogues. Unable to find the energy to approach any of them, she sat in silence, wallowing in her grief, fearing the strength she would have to muster in order to tell Jay that they had lost two more of their pups.
Tangerine eyes fell to Natsu, a small smile flickering into the edges of her lips as she watched her beloved son talking to a young girl around his age. She had hope for him, and Iylah. She had to move on from her loss if she wanted to protect the children she had left, and so she would.
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