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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2018 16:15:04 GMT -8
| S u k i "Be fearless in the chaos; it is the divine warmth of passion."
Warmly lit optics loomed eerily within the depths of the dimmed den, liquid gold pooling gently in through the obscured entrance. Lazily, alabaster limbs stretched, carefully drawn over 5 miniscule forms. Oaken eyes bored emotionlessly through the children, lip pulled upward in a slight grimace. For now, they were useless. Small inconveniences to the once spry Delta. Between exaggerated yawns, the bitch huffed out her request toward the slumbering male mere inches from herself. “Bub~” Whining dramatically, a singular paw stretched out, batting at his darkened form. “Watch the rats, pleasee~?” Brows furrowed, a pleading grin filtering over crazed features. “It’s not a question, by the way.” Standing, the dame shook out groomed fur, joints popping in a feigned protest to remain within the depths of the cozy den. “I need to get out of here.”
Scrambling out of the crowded den, cinnamon hues blinked against the harsh rays of the sun. God. How annoying. Sweetly, the bitch giggled as the territory faded into view. Look at all these wolves! Lingering like a herd of gazelles. One small noise, and BANG! Off they’ll scramble! How adorable, how cute of theses fools to think they’re oh-so tough. Sticking out their chests like peacocks, as if they were even half the wolf she was. Ego, though tolerable to some degree. Was a pet peeve. But alas, there was no time to dwell on the cowards and bullshitters swarming the territory like pesky fruit flies, it seemed a special someone was to appear.
Sweeping over to Vivaldi, frostbitten auricles fluttered briefly. “Why, darling,” Sweeping her tail beneath the Alphess’ chin, Suki habitually began to drift in lazy circles around her friend. Best friend. “These pups of mine are keeping me far to occupied for my liking. And well,” Turning to glare jokingly at Adramalech, Suki huffed a mock-jealous sigh. “That pup seems to be keeping you busy.” Quirking her head inquisitively, the possessive bitch paused her pacing to inquire, “What would you say, honey, to a girls day?” Smiling, the mother whisked back into her usual patterns. “The pack could always use a few more pieces of prey.. What do you say, beautiful?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2018 19:42:38 GMT -8
Ronin became aware of another's presence before she reached him. His ears turned towards her as did his attention, but not sensing any aggression, he didn't really put up his guard. He slowly turned his head in her direction, and for the first time in his life he was met by a friendly face. Or, at least, she didn't immediately snarl at him and tell him to get lost. Though she did seem to have a disapproving look to her. She spoke to him, her tail wagging lightly, and his reflected that without his knowledge or his command. His bright orange irises focused on her, though he didn't look her in the eye for long. She was definitely his elder, and he intended on showing as much respect as he knew. "Good morning," he replied, his voice deep but rough and unused. "My name is Ronin. I just live here to hunt and eat. I haven't spoken to anyone in a year, I think, s-so i apologize if I am rude."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 0:05:21 GMT -8
"Good morning," - "My name is Ronin. I just live here to hunt and eat. I haven't spoken to anyone in a year, I think, s-so I apologize if I am rude."
Okay… weird as fuck.
Her cheerful gaze didn’t waver, her head offering a tilt as she responded. “No worries dear. Though I will tell ya, you are quite close to pack borders. Not a threat are you?”
Now her smile showed teeth, her eyes blinking at the new stupid specimen to play with. Though Bellatrix had a feeling a superior might show up soon, she might as well have a little fun before that happens.
“So.” She purred… her body sinking low into a casual bow as she stretched her front legs. Her audits subtly analyzing his frame whilst doing. "What skills do you have to offer Ronin?” Her Tail still swished, like a broken mechanism stuck in wagging mode.
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@ronin
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 7:09:52 GMT -8
Shiban squeaked happily as he approached the new territory. The grass beneath his feet was soft and tickled the pads of his paws. He began leaping, prancing even through the bracken. His thick fur shielded him from the spiny bushed he pushed through during his journey. At points he tumbled, always yipping in surprise and glee as his body rolled across the ground. At times he could imagine himself leaping on prey, only to giggle to the point where he couldn't even jump. He wouldn't have caught prey anyway, as his jumping and yipping scared off anything in the area. Sometimes he would stop and look around. Maybe there were more friends? Ever since he and his siblings had grown up, none of them wanted to play anymore. Shiban jumped up and yelled,"Does anyone want to play?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2018 19:16:56 GMT -8
As the female addressed the fact he was living close to pack borders, he looked around him nonchalantly. One of his ears twitched a bit as he scanned the area. When she spoke, he looked back at her attentively, unflinching as her smile turned to a warning show of teeth. He watched quietly as she bowed, continuing to speak, demanding knowledge of his worth to a pack. Was she a part of one of the packs? He saw her tail still swishing, but it was less friendly and more a lure for him to get comfortable. At least, he felt so. He raised his guard, ears perked, just in case she had any plans for him. "I am not a threat. I haven't even crossed borders to hunt. I knew the packs were here, I have heard a bit about them in the short time I've been here, and I'm a bit curious to see what it is they are about."He paused to take a breath and recollect his thoughts. He really wasn't used to talking. His throat was already dry. He licked his lips and tried again. "I am part arctic, part yukon, so I blend well with the tundra and snow. I'm a good hunter, or stealth. I purposely didn't mask my scent or my tracks. I guess I was just tired of being by myself."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2018 15:19:23 GMT -8
Tiny woke long before morning beckoned, savoring each soft, gentle slip of breath that broke her jaws. For now, she had in her possession one precious hour in which she could still curl in her momma’s fur, burrowing in as if that would somehow save her from the future ahead. Times were tough for runts, with each winter day bringing with it an icy wrath her watery form could not comprehend the depths of. Finding adequate food proved a daunting task; unaided by the fact that each sibling forever shoved, flinging her from her equally hard earned dinner without so much a taste of mother’s nourishing milk. Snaring warmth seemed equally impossible, forced to freeze on the outskirts of each putrid huddle pile, unable to attain even the smallest, tiniest sliver of comfort from her father’s thick fur. He never held her, never praised her pelt’s beauty as he did Varuna’s, or exalted her intelligence and wit as he did his twins, or ever once looked at her with pride, or praise, or pity. Her birth mother bore his same odd sentiment. Not cruelty necessarily, but coldness. Their affections were alien, devoid of all loving aspects; the odd, foreign objects she and her siblings forever sought to obtain. Well, her siblings mostly. She, for once, had found something even better. To her siblings, she might’ve been Maleah, or “Mal” if they felt less formal, their nanny and guardian, but little more. To her, she was simply “Momma”, no matter how many times she’d tried to correct her. While she’d grown to gradually understand that Maleah wasn’t technically her mother, at least by birth, to her, she’d been one in every aspect since, and besides, Momma seemed to fit her far more than Mal. And she adored her. A slight, happy sigh left her lungs as she burrowed her nose deeper into downy fur, savoring the soft rhythmic heave of her sides. She could have buried herself in her scent, forever sweet, always inviting, devoid of the rancid, treacherous reek permanently embedded within father’s wolves. At this time, she could soak her up her presence without the wanton interruption of an ornery sibling; no waiting, no sharing, just bliss. Here, for a few moments, she could have her completely to herself, and she intended on indulging herself fully. Looking at her now, however, she felt a faint pang of sorrow. Maleah was magnificently beautiful, a wonderfully patterned hide and fine, delicate form at her arsenal, but she’d been deprived of her loveliest feature in sleep; an emerald gaze so perfectly sweet and gentle it made her want to cry. However, a subtle languid shift sent her longing heart soaring. Time to wake up! Swiftly, she sealed her eyes shut and curled up, as though she had slept the entire morning long. "Good morning little ones, the day's about to begin! It's time to wake up.” She instantly soared upwards, forever eager to please her favorite, waggling her tail as she awaited further instruction. “Good morning Mama!” She cheered sweetly, rearing up and balancing on wobbly paws to steal a proper welcome kiss. She would have to be quick, before her siblings could bother correcting her, or tease her tender display. Before she could give her a final snuggle, a sharp voice sliced through her reverie, cold and cutting and chilling to the bone. Not Mama - no, something far more frightening to behold – Mother. She’d arrived.
“Let me see these precious devils,” she quipped offhandedly from the fringes. “Xalie will be here soon." Xalie – the name gave her some hope. She was sweet, the doe-eyed oddity that whirled on whimsically, without a wisp of sorrow to shift her smile, and she always gave her nice-smelling herbs. She liked her. But it wasn’t as though she didn’t like mother, per-say, but she was far more frightening to speak too, with a cold, analytical stare that made her feel transparent. Nervously, she attempted to flatten her fur, smoothing out the frizz with her short tongue before stumbling outside clumsily. “G-good morning Mother,” she whispered softly, her voice the softest, faintest slip of sound. Tagged: Apprentice Imset, Maleah, @marusya, Apprentice Varuna, @xalie |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 10:36:01 GMT -8
Bella was watching, mindful of how he responded to her words indifferently at first. And while his change in posture might have wafted past her senses, his words didn't.
"I am not a threat. I haven't even crossed borders to hunt. I knew the packs were here, I have heard a bit about them in the short time I've been here, and I'm a bit curious to see what it is they are about."
Immideatiley defensive... her brows rose as a flicker of a grin twitched her lips. "I am part arctic, part yukon, so I blend well with the tundra and snow. I'm a good hunter, or stealth. I purposely didn't mask my scent or my tracks. I guess I was just tired of being by myself."
His heritage was none of importance to the she-wolf, though his mention of stealth did slightly peak her interest. While she did beg to question how such a heavy wolf could be good at stealth. But more so important was whether he would be any use to Mortiul.
"Well dear. If you'd like to know more. I can bring you to someone with better knowledge of the packs. He can give a better idea of what life is like here."
The sucker looked rather young to Bella. Possibly easily moldable to their likings.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 8:54:21 GMT -8
So she was a part of one of the packs. He didn't like the way she suggested so openly to bring him into the territory. She had to have some plan for him, but she didn't exactly seem personally driven, just in her duty to the pack. His desire to prove himself as worthy and to have a purpose, with just a bit of curiosity, drove him to see what she had in mind, and what the packs here were really like. He tilted his head to the side and pondered for a moment. He didn't hear any footsteps around him, didn't smell any scents besides the wolf's in front of him. He sniffed. "Alright. I'll see what you guys are about," he stood up and shook out his fur, ready to go and experience the bustle of pack life. Just being around a pack would be practically a new experience for him. It might even be apparent he was still young and eager to find a palce for himself, but he tried to hide that. He wasn't a pup anymore, he had to act mature.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 10:14:52 GMT -8
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There’s always a wild side to an innocent face. Spry limbs laid sprawled out along the cramped corner of the rather sizeable den, a ginger bodice kept confined to the plush lining of feathers and moss used to mark out the dame’s sleeping quarters. Along the side of the cozy den were herbs, neatly sorted along the side by color. The storage of these vital amenities was running short, worryingly short. Upon the doe’s awakening, a worried warble hinted at her throat, fearful of potential disapproval from her Mistress. Or, even worse, disapproval from Alpha Ko. Oh, goodness, imagine the horror! Furrowing gentle brows in haste, the maned wolf stretched carefully, avoiding crushing any of her precious herbs. After warmth flooded through each slim leg, Xalie began gently nosing through the remainder of her stock. Oh, oh, it was even worse than she had possibly thought! This… This could only last two days, max! Shaking a fiery cranium, the bitch sat primly down, squeezing fawn-like optics closed. I can make this work… It’ll be fine! No sense worrying - that would only worry the pups! Can’t they like… sense this stuff? A loose giggle came following the thoughts, eyes reopening, adjusting to the silvery light that filtered into the darkened area.
Suddenly, Marusya’s words hit the calm air, sending jolts of nervous electricity through her veins. The herbs? The herbs! How foolish of her to forget! “Yes Madame,” She called, piping up as the pad of her Mistress’ paws distanced. “I’ll be right there.” Scooping up the necessary supplies hastily, the Shaman sprung out of the den, a smile laced upon odd features. A new day! They all made it! How great, how sweet! All these wonders, all these new things to do, accomplish, discover! All the fun to be had and wolves to meet. Relationships to form, and herbs to collect. Oh, herbs! Scuttling after the scent of the Welcomer, Xalie gently set the herbs in front of her, quickly, and fluently spreading them out in order of use. “Madame, here you go!” Tone laced with song, she bowed her head respectfully. “If you need explanation on how to use them, let me know! Is there anything you need assistance with, Ma’am?” If Marusya dismissed the dame, Xalie would trot away with a final nod, toward Alpha Ko. If there was a job for her, Hurray! The maned wolf would remain to hear instructions with a smile.
If the Salutatry was indeed dismissed, languid limbs would raced toward the scent of her Master - whether that would be far or near. Upon her approach, Xalie would loop around him, a cheerful wag of her charcoal masked tail accompanying her sunshine-like attitude. “Good morning, Sir!” Stopping in front of him, she bowed her head just the way he taught her! Left paw forward, nose angled toward his paws. Perfect, oh-so perfect! “I hope you slept well! All the kids are doing well, I shall return to them momentarily, but I do have something to ask you.” Fiddling with ebony paws, Xalie shyly cocked her head. “Well, you see, my herb storage is running low.” She winced at the admission, knowing the news could only get worse. “The plants around here are only getting worse, I was wondering if I could travel out to the neighboring lands to stock up?” Looking hopefully at her leader, Xalie smiled sweetly, before coming quickly aware of her lack of ability to defend herself. “I would need someone to accompany me, though, Sir.” The final sentence came out a sheepish murmur, uncomfortably aware of the strain of her request. What would the kids, and Marusya do without her to tend to them? What if there was an attack? Who would heal the victims?
OOC/TAGS: @koga @marusya
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Post by Apprentice Varuna on Sept 7, 2018 15:32:43 GMT -8
PUP VARUNA
OF
THE CULTISTS
Varuna flicked an ear as he heard the shuffle of Maleah. Varuna hated being the lightest sleeper of the litter, although he sometimes questioned if Anubis even slept. He was sure he had caught her starring at him late at night. Today though, he was unlucky to be awoken by Maleah. Eventually he felt the tiny body of Tiny move away from his. Even though he looked down on his 'sister', Varuna needed body warmth. He would sleep with Imset and Anubis, but the twin sisters shunned the other two from the litter.
Yawning quietly, his black and white eyes starred as he watched the second grossest thing in the world; Tiny giving loving affection towards Maleah. The first grossest thing was the baths from Maleah. He hated the affection and tried to squirm away most days. Although she seemed to have catch on his guard was lowered when he was sleepy and wouldn't fight as much. He did not have no qualms against Tiny claiming Maleah as her mother, she was unlike the rest of the litter to such a disagree he wondered if she was actually related.
Tiny ears flicked at the sound of his true mother's voice and rose just as Tiny exited. He didn't even look twice at Maleah as he ran out of the den. "Mother," he said softly, bowing his head in her direction. Growing up he quickly learned to not give his mother affection and refrained from getting to close to her. Eyes looked over the herbs interestingly as the Shaman dropped them by. Pulling away, he wrinkled his nose. The intense new smell gave him a small headache and shrunk away from the pile.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 7:43:41 GMT -8
"Alright. I'll see what you guys are about,"In quick response, the vixen purred out. “Wonderful.” Gleaming at the dashing doll she now had. “Come along dear. This way.” A swish of her tail indicated for him to follow as she pranced her way across the dirt. Her eyes loomed over the terrain, searching for one. Particular. Black ass wolf. There he was. Giving one quick glance to see if the child was following she trekked up, calling the demons name. “Adra.” She smoothly spoke, edging forward with a relaxed disposition. With her head level with her body, and tail low and careless. “The boy was near our borders. Wanted to see what we’re about.” She sneered, whilst producing a snarky malicious grin by how stupid the comment was. As if the boy had a choice whether to go or stay. Because that wouldn’t be the case. It never was… And she and Adramalech both knew it.
OOC: (( Here we go. So sorry for the wait.))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 21:26:42 GMT -8
Time Skip: 3 Months The lanky creature basked in the morning sun just outside the small ditch he used as an adoptive 'den.' Regularly, he would remain above ground, but as winter pressed into the territory, the bully found himself being pushed underground to stay warm. It was uncomfortable, it was unnatural, but it was what he needed to do to survive. An irritated scowl scrawled across his nearly unique features, distaste at the sounds of pups that the leaders of the cult had brought into the world. For the time being, Quentin had managed to escape from any marks on his ear or any bland drawls about some God that he was supposed to worship if he stuck around. He felt no need to call them M'Lady or Prophet, or even Alpha and Alphess; they had little to no control over him. He was a moocher, not some follower. His role was to be the brambles on the trail; to slow wolves down and inconvenience them to an extent until they pass through and he ensnares the next group. To the distaste of Koga and Marusya, and that weirdo black male, he had remained an infidel so they called it, he just viewed it as not falling for something. The male didn't allow himself to fall for anyone, God nor she-wolf. However, over the past season, the whole reason he had invaded the cult's territory had managed to intrigue him more and more. How had she managed to remain so innocent - no matter, it made her all the more delightful to play with. He watched her carefully, seeing where her more hidden weaknesses were. Naturally, she was soft shelled, but picking through her actions, the maned wolf had spotted her momentary pauses, her dependency on Koga and the cult for any sort of joy or comfort, her follower complex, her willingness to please. She was like clay, allowing herself to be moulded into whatever the wolf who found her wanted her to be, in this scenario a healer of some kind. But she was just as annoying as three months ago. Her high pitched voice, her neverending cheer, her peppy step, it was all too much. Honestly, he could only bully her for a short amount of time before the sheer amount of annoyance that she built up within him was too much and he felt like lashing out. It seemed that most of the cult was waking up in the recent moments, with Marusya already heading off to her two pushovers' dens. As Xalie emerged with her mouth stuffed with plants, Quentin finally made a move to stand up. Dark chocolate eyes followed the actions of the recently pregnant she-wolf and the only other member of his species he had found as they did whatever cult bullshit they wanted to call smearing herbs all over a child, before moving towards the original leader of the cult. The antagonist hung back as the peppy maned wolf bounced over to Koga cheerfully babbling out, "Good morning Sir! I hope you slept well! All the kids are doing well, I shall return to them momentarily, but I do have something to ask you. Well, you see, my herb storage is running low. The plants around here are only getting worse, I was wondering if I could travel out to the neighbouring lands to stock up? I would need someone to accompany me, though, Sir.”Ah, there it was. She was always so good at giving him opportunities. Spindly limbs brought him over the snow quickly, sweeping himself up at the smaller female's side and flicking his tail over to hit hers. "I'd be glad to accompany you on your excursion," deep velvet tones almost purred out of the male with a sly wink sent to the female at his side. Within a second, a bored stare flicked to Koga. It was all up to him on where either of the oddities would go. She was a part of his gang, and by affiliation and to his displeasure, he was as well. His golden opportunity could be so easily foiled by the male who seemed to definitely not like all that much, but then again who really did? Sonar dish ears flicked towards the male expectantly, a cocky flare of 'well?' He wanted to know how much fun his next few days would be, because being stuck here with four pups and more about to pop out from one of the Morties any second would be about the worst thing. @koga @xalie @cultists |
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Post by Maleah on Sept 14, 2018 0:57:54 GMT -8
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions; They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin “ The first of the pups to greet her wake up call was Tiny, the vivacious little girl rearing up of tottering legs to kiss her nose exclaiming, "Good morning, Mama!" As much as the nickname Tiny gave her warmed her heart, it hurt it at the same time. She was supposed to be their nanny, their teacher, and to the other three that was all she would ever be, but to Tiny she had taken over the role of mother. Mal had seen first-paw how Marusya and Koga ignored their youngest daughter, focusing only on the twins and Varuna. Why Anubis and Imset had been given the monicker or 'twins' in a litter of four was something only the Prophet knew the reason for, and simply expected her to follow along with. Even so, only those three received attention from the Prophet and his mate, so Tiny was basically her own pup. All of her affection came from Mal, rarely from her siblings, and never from her parents, and there wasn't exactly any way that Maleah could just ask Marusya and Koga to start loving the daughter they had practically abandoned. The nanny returned the kiss to the smallest of the pups before she looked over the other three to make sure they were waking up. Her gaze caught Varuna's mismatched one and she gave him a small cheeky smile. She knew how much he disliked her shows of affection towards him, but as the only boy, it was her job, assigned to her by Koga, to worship his fiery pelt and show him a lot of love. No matter how much he didn't like it, she was going to keep babying him. Anubis and Imset seemed to still not be awake yet, so Mal gave them a small tap with her tail just to make sure that the pair woke up. "Alright, let me see these precious devils, Xalie will be here soon,"
the voice of Marusya made the still timid she-wolf jump in surprise. "O-Of course M'Lady!" Maleah stuttered out, her heart beating a little bit too fast to be comfortable. Every time someone popped their head into the den, the nanny's brain's first thought was that it's a threat to the pups, and second thought is that she was cornered inside the den with them. Old memories of being trapped and tormented by rogues with her old pack resurfaced often with the intrusions of Marusya or Koga into the den. Thank goodness that she was not trapped with Koga and Marusya, instead so graciously rescued and given a job that was pleasant and lovely.
The first pup to respond, surprisingly, was Tiny. Her whispered stutter and bland brown frizz made Maleah pity the pup. The slender Iberian saw much of herself within Tiny, but maybe that was the problem. With direction from Koga and Marusya, Tiny could grow into someone so much stronger than herself, but instead, under her influence, she had picked up a stutter and lost confidence. Oh, how Maleah wished she could provide Tiny with so much more, with confidence, with power, with skills that would set her far in life rather than slinking behind others even after multiple promises of safety. The notch in Maleah's ear had healed nicely, with no infection thanks to Xalie, and the she-wolf wore it visibly, as if trying to protect herself more from Beelzebub and Suki by making it clear that she was under protection. The second pup to greet Marusya was Varuna, the spitfire male already cold to his sister as his mother was. It was disheartening to see, but this wasn't her litter to dictate, only to look after.
The strong scent of herbs wafted into the den, alerting to the jade eyed female that the pups should get out of the den sooner rather than later. Knowing that her tail tap would have definitely awoken the twins, Maleah would lift them by the scruff out of the den had they not left with their brother and sister. With all of the pups outside, Maleah finally made her way outside. The first thing she did was dip her head towards Marusya, but almost immediately after, her neon eyes scanned the small group of awakening wolves and other creatures for Stanley. Since the litter was born, she hadn't been able to spend as much time with the male as she would have liked. She missed his sweet scent, his non-threatening presence, his fun coloured eyes. As much as she would love to just enjoy the ginger male's company, she had a job to do watching over and teaching the pups about Adjetni as Marusya and Koga had taught her. That and the fact that she didn't know if she was allowed to enjoy his company with such a pressing job. There weren't exactly breaks when it came to rearing the litter. She could only hope that the male would wake up soon so that at least she could see him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2018 8:31:12 GMT -8
Ronin found himself following the female even though he had a nagging feeling that something was up with her, or the pack she was involved with. Nevertheless, his curiosity kept him moving forward. If she wanted to kill him she would have attacked him already. She was clearly older and wiser and more battle-hardened than he, and he had no formal battle training in the first place. He was sure she knew all this just by looking at him, so by that knowledge he knew she didn't have an intention to kill him. At least, not yet. His head low, ears perked, he saw the wolf seem to find who she was looking for, approaching a charcoal-colored male. As they got closer, Ronin could feel the authority exuding from him. He was definitely an alpha. He kept his head low submissively, and the way the she-wolf mocked his words made his ears tuck flat back against his head in shame and fear. He was clearly out of practice when it came to manners, but he never really had a chance to learn pack mannerisms in the first place. He waited for the alpha's words, what he planned on doing about the rogue living on the very edge of their border. @bellatrix Alpha Adramalech |
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Post by Beta Ky on Sept 20, 2018 20:54:59 GMT -8
A pitch black boulder laid in the cold outside of His den. The cold could attack it all they wanted, the insane male would not be moving from the mouth of the den. No matter what white fell from the sky to try and nullify his darkness, Ky was immobile. The melanin fueled beast would not leave Him unprotected. Not when He was so precious, not when he was so important. Not when Adjetni's great being was condensed within the male. And his female, whom he was not overjoyed to be sharing Him with. She also possessed the powers to contact Adjetni, but she was nowhere near as powerful as the Prophet. Nowhere near, never ever. No wolf was as amazing as his Alpha.
The frosty morning's chill whipped through the tears in his ears. Oh, how he missed the euphoric pain that he had inflicted upon him. How the warm trickle of blood down his face, the pride in the Prophet's eyes after marking him, the sting, the burn, the joy that everything about the even brought him. He wanted to earn more notches. Kill more wolves. Do the Prophet's bidding and spill more blood. However, that could only be done if the Prophet took his attention away from his rats. Now he had to share Him with five beings, however, it seemed that the true number was only four. The smallest of the rats, the weakest one, seemed to not count as an intruding being. Instead, it was more like a scrap of gristle stuck on the edge of a prized chunk of meat. No matter, the other three still stole Him away from the hulking male.
His thoughts were disturbed by the movements from inside the Prophet's den. All night, Marusya had been pacing, moving, walking in and out of the den for hours until finally, the world stayed still for a few brief moments. All night, Ky had remained awake. A voluntary Walk of Adjetni. Just to please the Prophet. To please Adjetni. In the night hours was when Ky felt most at home. The darkness surrounded him and camouflaged him entirely. He would walk as a ghost, an invisible death sentence. A drunken mass of unstable emotions and incoherent English that found joy in bloodshed. He was a nightmare. At night, whenever his body dictated he was supposed to be asleep, his tick faded. No longer did he cackle or screech. Under the cover of darkness, Ky had full control over his body. But as day broke, he was left exposed by winter and his screeches returned. Eyes that blended in with the rest of his skin watched as the head female moved around to the deerwolrabbit's den and then to the nanny's. Let her do her morning tuttering around. The wolf he was really waiting for, and protecting, was Him.
Blacked out eyes opened wide and at last some colour other than black came from the male as a pearly grin was slapped onto his face. At last, He was awake! He could give him something to do today! However, it seemed after smearing herbs all over the rats, the deerwolrabbit had stolen Him from the clingy male. At least she had learned to call him not by his name. Just the thought of her calling Him anything but a title flared rage inside Ky. How disrespectful she was! How blasphemous! How unfitting, how unworthy of even being in His presence she was all those months ago. If not for His affections towards the Shaman, she would have been torn apart by the shadowed warrior. Alas, that was the beauty of His word. How He spoke with such certainty, such definition crafted into every word. Each command a poem, each sentence a sonnet. With his fluctuating mood brought under control once more, Ky allowed his morphed snarl to fall back behind blackout curtains and forced his fur to lie flat, for the most part. Having some dishevelled look added to the fear he caused other wolves. It made him look like he rarely cared for himself, and mixed with his drunken gait, hulking size, odd speech, and pitch black colouring, it enhanced his nightmare effect. Rising to his paws and shaking out a thick winter pelt, Ky's first tick of the morning rolled out of his mouth. A high pitched hyena laugh served as a wake-up call for all those not wise enough to have already been awake by the time the Prophet rose. With his winding gait, Ky followed after the Prophet, not needing to be addressed but putting himself in His company. Such an honour it was to be near the Prophet, the Purpose, the Oracle, the Alpha. How Ky loved simply to follow his powerful deity.
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