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Post by El on Nov 6, 2018 12:40:53 GMT -8
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If I got rid of my DEMONS, I'd lose my angels. Nevermore had done well in familiarizing the trio with the topography of the northern mountains, but winter stalked them like prey, and it was time to steel themselves before it would strike. They had trekked down the winding slopes, one-by-one matching the footing of the sibling that proceeded them with uncanny precision. After days of numbing excursions they'd finally arrived to the valleys.
El was tasked with probing the terrain and deducing from its wildlife and obstacles the chances that the trio would be able to pass through safely. The woods were territories he was learned with regards to. They appeared everywhere in the north; high and low, shallow and deep. Yet, the howling winds in these woods produced ominous chills that even he could not ignore. They brought with them a myriad of scents from the greatest danger of all: wolves.
He urged against it though his vision blurred. Eyes peeled in desperation to remain in the tangible world, but his monster knew he would do a better job protecting his sisters in such a wood. He was not to be disturbed as he silently fought this battle. The voice laughed; a dark, resonate sound that literally shook his bones. He gasped and engaged his abdomen to curse with sound he did not have, banishing the demon before it arose. It mocked him still.
Not now.
MAYBE LATER.
The quake in his body stilled and his pupils contracted, eyes seeing just as well as they did before. These woods were dangerous and stimulated El's most undesirable quality, but the storm bellowed as it approached its peak; it seemed he did not have a choice but to lead his sisters through.
He returned to their location, which was only a few minute's walk. The day of the incident, he swore to himself and his sisters, though they could not possibly have known, that he would never be so far from them that he could not hear their voices.
He was expressionless, as always, while he addressed his sisters. It was impossible for him to convey anything, so he relied entirely on gestures. His neck arched as he beckoned his sisters forward. They were to travel through the woods until they could find shelter before the storm's summit. He turned away, and the trek began. WORDS: 400 || TAGGED: @blue , Apprentice Nevermore Alphess Eureka , Alpha Draco , @vaas , General Red , @ridley , Alpha Adramalech , @marusya , @beelzebub , @koga , Beta Ky , Maleah , Infidel Quentin , @suki , @xalie , @ronin || NOTES: Tagging Literally everyone bc pls feel free to start somes shit.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2018 18:35:00 GMT -8
Soft breath mists in the chilled winter air, light shivers rolling down a marshmallow frame as cold begins to seep through fur. Blue thought the winter months beautiful, but the weather that accompanied was anything but. What had become an acceptable chill while traveling had turned into a bone-deep cold as the sisters await their brother’s return. Whenever approaching new terrain, El would always scout forward in an attempt to ascertain the small family’s safety when passing through. It made something within her anxious and jittery, to have him leave her unfailing sight, and only absolute certainty of his return kept her from snatching at his tail in an attempt to keep him close. Such motherly instincts could quickly become stifling, she knew, so when unneeded she tucks them away someplace quiet. Pressing her flank flush against Nevermore's, she revels in the sudden warmth on her left side, tension seeping out of her form. As muscle relaxes, so does her control, and her breathing is soon accompanied by little cries at every exhale, utterly unknown to her. Tapered ears stand unnaturally still atop her head. With no sound to react to, no little flicks of attention paid to every little noise, they almost seem odd on her otherwise mobile body. This waiting game was especially unpleasant, as once El left her sight she had no way to track his whereabouts. Cyan eyes brighten visibly as the cinnamon-coated brute returns, and little cries turn into a happy hum of greeting, undeterred by his expressionless visage. He gestures for them to continue on, and she rises, tail tapping against Nevermore’s side in the unlikely case that she had not felt her movement. Falling to the back of their group, she is especially wary as they pad forward at what must seem a snail’s crawl to the average wolf. These woods stank of strangers and, even with the fresh snow to disguise it, blood. She trusted El with their safety implicitly, but it was impossible to continue on without one’s teeth on edge. The ghostly female prays they find shelter soon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 9:18:18 GMT -8
The gentle touch of Red's fur across his back gave him closure. The comfort that led him to exhale a soft breath of appreciation whilst turning his neck to embrace her. The small moment of touch was more than Ridley would ever need, and could ever ask for. Red wasn't known for her physical affection, he mostly offered hugs and cuddles. But it made him mindful of the growth that his sister's exhibited. For he hadn't been able to truly admire this change in Red due to his selfish mourning. But her warmth like a rainbow drawn across a cloudy sky had shone a light on her maturity, and how dearly so he had missed her. Eyes glistened, bright and joyously sad as Red stepped away from him again. And before Ridley could ask her a similar question, the winds seemed to carry his words away. Snow hailing hard upon them in a matter of seconds and the instant touch of his sister's tail only determined him to stay close. Beginning their march again, the world around them was drowned in a blinding heavenly white that made the trek almost impossible. Ridley remained close, as the cold threatened the thick walls of fur that stuck to his pelt, and plundered his back with fresh falling snow. That was when a voice spoke through the tyrant blizzard. The brutes eyes blinking in sudden attention, though the soft delicacy of the voice and evidently Red's reaction to it told him he needn't be too alarmed. Ridley turned to the two new wolves, first looking to the female who had spoken, before eyes wafted to the much larger male stood beside her. In turn, he slowly came up beside Red, he too offering a friendly face as did his sister. He offered a quick 'Hello' and of nod of his head as she introduced him, though remained quiet through the rest, pleased with her proposal to the pack wolves. "I realize that you both are from the pack Somnus, I've been a rogue in this area for many years and I know the pack scents from the borders well enough, my only request from the both of you is if you let myself, and my family stay on your lands for the winter. We can provide muscle, hunters, and are willing to eat last as omega's and we will only hunt what you allow us to hunt. I am accompanied by two other wolves, but they have grown weak and are staying hidden in another land while we search for a better living space,"
It was probably their best bet of survival right now. "I mean, hibernation was one of our options." Ridley suddenly spoke with a chuckle and a hospitable tone. "But if you can provide us with a home for the winter we'd much appreciate it."----- General Red @vaas Alpha Draco Alphess Eureka |
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Post by Alphess Eureka on Nov 7, 2018 11:01:28 GMT -8
- the constant happiness is curiosity -
Eureka was not familiar with the expression on the girl's face; she'd never been looked at like that before. She only knew the faces to await in the territories. Before she was alpha, wolves were expected to look down on her, for she was a young, impressionable omega. When she became alpha, wolves were expected to show her respect. It was mandatory if they wanted to gain her approval. But here, in the rogue lands, there was no expectation. Nobody knew who she was nor her status. She expected every reaction except this one. She hardly had any time to assess the rogue's behavior before she graciously responded.
Eureka smiled and dipped her head, thankful that she was accepted among this group. Eyes caressed Ridley only briefly when he was introduced. Her and Draco's safety relied on the response of the female.
She was right about the storm. It wasn't safe to travel now. She nodded in agreement, a signal also directed to Draco that would order him to comply. A small chill rushed through her body, aided by the winds, at the curious statement that followed. What could Eureka possibly humor a rogue with?
"I realize that you both are from the pack Somnus, I've been a rogue in this area for many years and I know the pack scents from the borders well enough, my only request from the both of you is if you let myself, and my family stay on your lands for the winter. We can provide muscle, hunters, and are willing to eat last as omega's and we will only hunt what you allow us to hunt. I am accompanied by two other wolves, but they have grown weak and are staying hidden in another land while we search for a better living space."
There it was, the reason for that look. It seemed that Eureka had given her identity away by disclosing their journey south, confirming the origin of her scent. This rogue had a prayer and Eureka was her answer. The brother, Ridley, must have been equally as hopeful, kind as he was, though males never liked to thoroughly express such things. Eureka dipped her head again, warmth exuding from her voice and body, challenging the storm.
"In grateful return for your help, I am happy to give you mine." Eureka smiled. After hearing the siblings' plea, she felt for the first time like she could really help somebody without having to compromise her own wellbeing. "And you'll never have to starve yourself for the rest of us. When you cross our borders, you will be family."
Her eyes traveled between Red and Ridley, tail brushing Draco's leg simultaneously. He'd spent time in the rogue lands and must have understood these siblings' struggle. He would surely be compassionate and concur in Eureka's decision.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 13:11:47 GMT -8
Kairne walked slowly onwards through the ever snowier forest, his head hanging low out of fatigue and the sheer determination to just keep moving forward. His large, dark paws seeming to sink deeper and deeper every time he placed them down. He glanced around him, seeing nothing but sparse, barren trees poking from the white void that had muffled and swallowed all sound and smell. The winds had begun to sent flurries into his eyes that stung like razors, and his tireless effort to continue traveling had long ago started to wear on him, but now, amidst the beginnings of a storm, he was more desperate for shelter and companionship than ever. Trees and other landmarks, if one was being generous enough to call them such at this point, continuously faded from white into grey, and finally into their true forms and colors as the large black male approached and passed them. It was in this familiar but obscured vision of the world that he found himself looking for any variances. He needed to find a place to weather out the oncoming snowstorm, and from the looks of the world around him, he would need to find that soon. With that urgency held in his mind, he pressed onwards. Suddenly, fuzzily ahead of him, he began to see figures, four shapes quite dissimilar to the snow covered trees and stumps he had become very accustomed to. Wolves, he realized, slowly coming to a halt a ways away. Two pairs of wolves stood facing each other, their body language demonstrating each's unfamiliarity with the other two. A rare and bizarre meeting, and one that he had seemed to have stumbled upon. But maybe at least one of the four knew where to go to escape the cold? He kept himself cautious, but crept closer, this was as good an opportunity as any.
"Hello, This is awfully embarrassing, but I'm afraid we can't find our way out of the woods. We are heading south. Can you help us?" One of the wolves, a female with a regal and confident air, began to speak. Kairne continued to approach them slowly, burning with a curiosity and desperation as the wind devoured bits of their conversation. Would these wolves be any help to him? A wolf from the other pair, a ruddy female, confirmed she and her companion would be able to help and that shelter was the best option. This was what the lonely male needed, and he decided to make his presence known. "I realize that you both are from the pack Somnus, I've been a rogue in this area for many years and I know the pack scents from the borders well enough, my only request from the both of you is if you let myself, and my family stay on your lands for the winter. We can provide muscle, hunters, and are willing to eat last as omega's and we will only hunt what you allow us to hunt. I am accompanied by two other wolves, but they have grown weak and are staying hidden in another land while we search for a better living space," The ruddy female continued, causing Kairne to hesitate. He was not familiar with these lands, nor with the local packs, but for a pack to be so well known, it must be large. He eyed the other female and her traveling companion, they were healthy and well fed. Food. Warmth. Companionship. If this meeting would provide him those, he must certainly join them. The two pairs seemed to agree to unite and find shelter together, and their demeanor grew friendlier towards each other as the large male approached. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I managed to stumble upon you and couldn't help but overhear." His bright yellow eyes, dulled from fatigue, floated from pair to pair, his head still low with exhaustion. "I'm not very familiar with any of these lands, and I'd say I'm lost. but I think I'd have to have a destination first. If you wouldn't mind, I would appreciate being allowed to join you while you seek some shelter." He turned his look to the confident female, bowing his head slightly, "And if you wouldn't mind, I'm a fair hunter, and I would love to share any strength I have with you in exchange for a safe place to call home for a while."Word Count: 735 Tagged: General Red , @ridley , @vaas , Alphess Eureka , Alpha Draco |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 19:45:46 GMT -8
“The future’s looking slightly bleary for me at the moment,but I’ve been teaching my Shaman Xalie how to properly induce visions. If you’d like, you and your siblings may accompany her and Quentin while they gather herbs. And pay close attention! After all, maned wolves have an affinity for the future." said the intimidating male, answering Perci's demands. These Quentin and Xalie, both orange coated, weirdly looking wolves seemed to be the ones who were lead the way. Future reading seemed too good to be true anyways...Quentin, apparently one of the subordinates, half-assedly came forward. "The future as in your pulp staining the snow?". His status as a low ranked member came clear as his sassy remark was followed by submission, as the dark male had growled menancingly at him. Alas, the alien looking male followed suit at the commands of his alpha, letting the other strange looking individual, Xalie, lead the way. Another wolf came around, this time, another pup. The kid couldn't be much older than Tern nor his sister Perci, but something was off in the way he just sat there, with a pouting expression. Another weirdo? Can this one at least tell the future?. His sister didn't take his sudden appareance so kindly, though, as made apparent by the cries coming from behind him. "Oi! You coming with us fire ass or are you just going to sit there and stop us from going!?". This is gonna be something.
@xalie @koga Infidel Quentin
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 21:35:31 GMT -8
With one pushover, at least two useless lumps of barking annoyance, and a bad attitude packed, the small group of creatures stepped away from Koga, unexpectedly being lead by the asshole himself, Quentin. There were enough plants still sticking out of the freezing ground for the herbologist trailing somewhere behind him to pick out at least a few. Her own ginger frame might have been held behind by Koga's rat planting itself between her paws, and her softhearted self probably wouldn't have left without proposing some sort adventure later, that is if she didn't bring the roasted pest along with her. Dark chocolate eyes dragged over the ground, not looking for anything in particular, instead hoping that his lengthy steps would be able to leave the rats Koga had stuck him with in the brush surrounding the territory they occupied. Sonar dish ears and a nose not nearly as adept as smelling as a true wolf's nose searched for anything beyond herbs, anything that was interesting even in the slightest. The sounds of many crunching pawsteps were difficult to get around, especially with the shrieking of the rats around him, but he managed to pick out something out of the ordinary. There was another small group nearby. His growl turned to a smirk. While he didn't particularly like Koga or his cult, he knew that providing them with a week's worth of meals could at least get himself back in the tolerable books until he decided he wanted to piss them off again. "Darling, there seems to be some more wolves around here that I should definitely check out so that I can protect you. You better stay close if you want to stay safe," the fellow maned wolf purred into Xalie's ear, his tail lingering over her back as he padded away towards the smaller group. As he approached them, he took note of the three wolves, their odd arrangement not going unnoticed by the secretly intelligent wolf. One wolf, a tangerine it seemed, was in the lead, his body seizing unnaturally for a few moments before he turned back to the two females, twisting his neck silently at them in some sort of gesture. One of the females, bathed in white, clung to the other, her ears flickering unnaturally as small squeaks and whistles left her system. Those vocalisations were part of what lead the maned wolf to their positions. The last female's eyes were clouded over, her progress through the trees assisted dramatically by the white female beside her. Obviously, they had something wrong with all of them, no normal wolf acted like any of the trio did. Narrowed eyes watched them move, a coherent unit, but inconvenient. They were almost easy pickings wandering out here all alone! "Do you guys need something? If not I'd suggest you scram. Wolves around here aren't too nice to those that intrude on their territory. Then again, if you do need something I'd suggest tagging along. An escort, which I am so graciously offering myself to be, may just keep you safe if you choose to meet with those who claimed these woods," Quentin left many details out, especially those involving the cannibal murders that he would be taking them to meet if they did follow him back to camp. Surely Xalie would have been able to have entertained the rats and picked up some herbs in the time he was gone. The ginger male shot the trio one last look, a completely serious glance, before he stalked away back to his original target. He had to stifle a laugh under his breath. What were those wolves even doing? How had they survived that long with nothing taking them out, let alone any of the other wolves? Perhaps all of the evil had been condensed her? If that was the case it would be better to stay here. If the entire world outside the woods were like Xalie, he wouldn't be able to survive. As he passed Xalie and her brood once more, he stayed to the side, watching as they tried to pick up whatever herbs they pleased before growing quickly bored. She had a decent pile, surely that was enough to take care of two pregnant she-wolves, one new mother and whatever injuries could occur. Lanky, black-socked legs brought the male over to his fellow maned wolf with ease. Quentin placed a chaste nip on her unmarked ear, taking his leave whether or not she wanted him to. She wanted protection, and if she wanted to keep it she was going to have to chase him. As he approached camp again, a new scent hit his nose. New wasn't exactly the right word for it, he had smelled it often enough in the past weeks. It was a male, hanging around the outskirts of the borders where he often lingered away from the action (aka cannibalism) that had seemed to not get the hint that something was obviously wrong with these wolves. With a potential meal for the cult following him home, he thought he might as well drag in the male as well. Trailing around behind the male seated at the base of the tree, Quentin masked his footsteps, but knew that his strong scent would most likely give him away to the male. Coming up behind him, the maned wolf hissed at him, "And the hell do you think you're doing so close to us?" Once entertained chocolate eyes hardened into those that resembled anger, but it was only an act. The maned wolf could care less about the male, but it was going to be even more of a show if he could see how Koga and Adramalech would deal with the male and a potentilal trio of oddballs. @silas @xalie @tern @blue Apprentice Nevermore El @y'allknowwhat'sgoingonit'sthecultists |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 18:47:21 GMT -8
It was a funny thing, how a barren world could bring such luscious, exuberant growth.
The thought danced with lighthearted grace through Psyche’s mind as she padded between the brittle pines in her own blissful state. What she referred to was, of course, the glorious growth of Ignasia and Mortiul throughout the first few weeks of winter. The frigid air - though all but choking with it’s frosty dryness - may have crippled the shrubs and deciduous trees, but it had not halted the rise of the group. Not in the slightest.
The ivory female had been beyond thrilled to see Marusya - the kind russet angel by whom Psyche had been welcomed into her new home - finally bring her pups into the world within weeks of the Prophet’s return to Ignasia. There were four beautiful, blessed little ones now growing, ready to rise through the ranks of the group to join their parents. Well, almost. One particular pup - Tiny - seemed to take after Maleah more than either of her parents. Psyche didn’t know what separated the runt from her siblings, aside from her size; but perhaps she would in time grow.
The pretty creature ambled along between the towering trees, her pale coat tying into the milky grayness of the season. The frozen winter air swept beneath her thick coat of fur, chilling her to the bone. It wasn’t unbearable, but the day was just cold enough to send an occasional shiver rippling down her spine as she padded relaxedly over the hard ground. Her paws were mere whispers in the stiff silver-gold grass - could something so dead know how alive the world around it was? Psyche supposed it didn’t matter; a little bit of grass would never mean jack shit in the whole scheme of the universe.
But we will, she thought with a satisfied smile. Koga and Marusya spoke words that promised it, and the blessings of their god cascaded through the pack. The icy bitch herself hadn’t felt his presence the way her alpha and alphess seemed to; she hadn’t seen his fiery form in her dreams, heard his thundering voice, or felt the grace of his favor thrumming through her heart and veins. In the back of her mind, the quiet whisper of worry murmured that, perhaps, Adjetni had denied her. Surely not, for dear Marusya still seemed certain that Psyche belonged within their family of faithfuls. Would they not have cast her out if she did not have Adjetni’s approval? Maybe she was simply too new to the ways of Ignasia; not only had she just arrived into its arms, she had only just begun to learn of the blazing god of Hellfire and wonder if he might truly be watching over her life. Patience was key, was it not?
Psyche’s thoughts were interrupted as murmuring voices from ahead drowned out the gracking of the weeds beneath her paws. Through the dull brown trunks of the pines, the alabaster female spied her alpha and alphess, deep in conversation with Adramalech and Vivaldi - respectively the raven king and pup-swollen silver queen of Mortiul. A short distance away, Marusya’s brood tumbled about. All of them, save for Tiny, who huddled at Maleah’s side as per usual.
“I believe it is time that we move our group,” the night-black alpha had been saying as Psyche halted. Her delicate ears flicked as she listened, against her better judgement. She could only hope that her eavesdropping wouldn’t get her into trouble. “There are too many mouths to feed right now off of this territories prey. Most of the prey will have ventured towards the mountains to migrate and therefore I think we should depart to find ourselves a valley to gather more sufficient prey. With the pups needing to grow stronger as well, this journey will prove good for them.” Despite being an outside observer of the conversation, Psyche nodded along to his words; he was quite right. The territory was barren enough in the growing seasons, so the winter would surely prove fruitless if they remained.
Koga spoke up, firmly agreeing, “I agree. After all, this land was only ever meant to be temporary. Both packs have already grown well beyond what the woods can provide.” The chiming of Marusya’s voice automatically brought Psyche to stricter attention. It was easy to see that the ivory bitch had come to care for her darling mistress. If the smaller female would deem it acceptable, perhaps she would even dare to claim friendship with she who had given Psyche’s life new purpose. Even so, she was a bit surprised when the words danced through the air: “I do think that moving would prove good, it would weed out any weaklings that can’t keep up.” The nearly callous words sounded sharp coming from Marusya, but, then again, she knew what she was speaking of. It was not cruelty, it was necessity - wasn’t it?
Whatever questions that Psyche may have had were lost as the conversation shifted to Koga and Marusya’s pups, and as something new snagged the frosted she-wolf’s attention: a tangle of scents shifting and writhing in the chilly breeze. A tangle of scents that didn’t belong. Glancing back over her shoulder, Psyche found the interactions between Vivaldi, Marusya, Koga, and Adramalech continuing, with little Tiny and her siblings at the center. She concluded swiftly that she wouldn’t be missed; they likely wouldn’t know she was there in the first place. Turning away from the gathering of her packmates and their allies, the female slunk back into the woods.
Once again, the little dove found herself surrounded by silence, as though winter had fallen over the woods like a blanket that smothered all beneath it. Her feet followed an invisible path, an unseen thread tied to her senses that tugged her toward whoever had entered the territory claimed by her sovereigns. A short while of stalking through the cold-crippled brush brought her to him - for it was a him that had stumbled into the borders of their land. He was a rather large male, a plush pelt of many creamy colors draping over his agile body. At his side was another wolf - this one an odd but somewhat familiar creature. The lanky giant, with his autumnal-and-midnight coloring and vicious sneer, was none other than the prick of a maned wolf known as Quentin. Psyche had spoken to him little - if at all - in their short shared time with Ignasia, but it had been time enough to learn of the brute’s standoffish, uncivil, abrasive mannerisms. As she approached, she heard his hissed tones snap at the stranger, “And what the hell do you think you’re doing so close to us?”
“Quentin!” she called out, her smooth, honeyed voice curling around the syllables of the name. A few more steps brought her face-to-face with the two males. “Are you this rude to every newcomer you come across? You’ll scare away everyone in a ten-mile radius with that mouth of yours.” The elegant creature shook her head from side to side in mock disappointment. Then, her vibrant rosy eyes turned to the stranger. A tiny smile tugged at her pale lips as she gazed up at him. “Pay this insufferable brute no heed,” she said, a teasing tone to her voice despite her lack of camaraderie with the other Ignasian wolf. “He lacks tact in most situations. I believe what he means to say is ‘what brings you here?’”
@marusya @koga Infidel Quentin @silas
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 15:48:51 GMT -8
Submit — the simplest command in any wolf’s arsenal and yet somehow the most overwhelmingly difficult to obey. Bellatrix’s command bore straight into the stranger’s being, smothering any sense of rebellion he might’ve had left. Bristled fur instantly flattened as he dipped long brindled limbs into a bow, tucking his tail smartly between his legs. Clever, especially considering the fact that he was actively battling the urge to simply tear it clean off. Tentatively, the tawny male rolled onto an onyx back, exposing himself to his future captors in a pitiful attempt to garner mercy, soft and supple and perfect for puncturing. Fear radiated from every pore as he angled his neck for the final blow, pitifully aware of his own helplessness as he sought to please his captors. Soft cackles seeped through parted jaws. Ronin, as Bella had deemed him, seemed to suit his pre-ordained role perfectly, quick to submit and eager to please — if only for the purpose of protecting his own well-being. Regardless, the display was enough to please Beelzebub. “What a wonderfully clever pup you’ve picked,” he sneered as he slammed his paws into the smaller wolf’s chest. “Now, if you’d like to keep up this streak,” he cackled as he released the youth to go follow Adramalach’s footsteps. “You won’t even entertain the thought of running. I’m taking you to see what could become of you.”
Beckoning for Bella to follow with a faint tail flicker, the trio arrived at just as everyone assembled for the meeting. The primary focus lay between the two Alpha pairs, the picking of a future apprentice from Marusya’s young brood. A boring, trite business — his real interest lay in the two slaves the pair had cultivated — Maleah and Miyako, although the former’s standing was debatable. Ensuring that he and his charges always lingered a foot or so behind, he slipped his muzzle into the youth’s ear, prepared to begin his personal favorite process — the manipulation, distortion, and destruction of a prisoner’s core principles. Terror erased the ethics of even the most generous males, and this one’s mind was marvelously fresh and susceptible, perfect for planting the starting traces of transformation. “I’d like to draw your attention to the two Iberian females,” he began, his voice holding a teasingly sinister tone. “Note the one by the litter. Do you see the scars on her face? The Cultist bands are notorious for branding followers. She is no exception to the rule.” Low, cruel laughter jarred inky jaws. “I always said we should do the same to ours. How do you think you’d look with scars parting that pretty face from the tips of your ears to the length of your jaw? I think it’d suit you something marvelous.” He sneered, his jaws snapping dangerously close to Ronin’s tender skin. “Take a long hard look. You don’t know it yet, but something’s awfully special about Mal’s new marks.”
“Terribly close to her eyes, aren’t they? One foul slip of that Alpha male’s awfully thick claws and then squish — poor Maleah’s pup-watching days are done for. I’m sure you’ve figured out they aren’t intended as punishments.” He paused, allowing him to witness Tiny’s frightened tears uninhibited. “Contrary, they’re a symbol of protection. Note how gently her leaders treat her. She is unharmed, well-fed and well-cared for, and has been since her arrival, all because she has surrendered herself completely to them. Her life is whatever her Master has molded it out to be, and she exists solely to fulfill it. Perhaps a poor existence in some eyes, but in hers, she has retained her autonomy, her freedom, and in some aspects, gained a higher quality of life. If you’re smart, you too could share the same fate.” With that, he shifted his attention towards Miyako, who’d been finally brought forth to seal their last order of trade. Formerly slim, now her belly obscenely bulged, her sides awkwardly swollen to around twice their previous size. Quite the sow indeed. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor little piggy,” he remarked, hissing off-handedly into an exposed ashen ear. “You’re lucky you weren’t born female. Miyako is what happens when you fail to follow Maleah’s shining example. Used to be so spry and full of life — and now, she’s stuck carrying her Alpha’s horrid litters until she no longer can, a life-long slave that can only be freed by death itself. At best, a somewhat asset. At worst, utterly disposable.”
“You’re smart. You can be so much more than Miyako, more than just our next conveniently replaceable captive. You know it too.” Carefully, he slipped his muzzle out of his ear, noting Adra’s summons to their territory’s center. “I’m willing to take you under my wing, but first, you’ll have to prove yourself by swearing yourself solely to me. My command is your irrevocable duty, but in exchange, your protection and growth is mine. Think it over carefully. Your fate will be determined by our journey’s end.” Rising, he shifted his attention towards his other party member. “Bella,” he began, unable to resist sharing a sharp, crooked smile. “I’m entrusting you with his care and well-being. Treat him accordingly to his decision. After all, his destiny is entirely his own.”
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Post by General Red on Nov 13, 2018 12:01:47 GMT -8
ROGUE RED
”I mean, hibernation was one of our options - but if you can provide us with a home for the winter we’d much appreciate it,” Ridley spoke up by her side, a small snort escaping her nose at his jest. He always knew how to lighten the mood, at least a little bit. Appreciate her brothers comment, she brushed her tail along his side.
Red’s ear then flicked to the Goddess’s reply, a gentle smile going across the pack wolf’s features. “In grateful return for your help, I am happy to give you mine, and you’ll never have to starve yourself for the rest of us. When you cross your borders, you will be family.”
The words were a promise that Red had far hoped to hear. This wolf in front of her was indeed an angel of grace and love. This kindness restored a little more faith Red had in other wolves. Red had been slowly losing hope in finding kind, non-threatening wolves who still held a position high within the pack. Red was still unaware that this she-wolf was the alphess of Somnus, but she guessed she had to be at least delta or beta to promise a home.
“Now, let’s find a place to wait out this storm, we will follow you.” Red couldn’t agree more, nodding an affirmative and a gentle smile she turned around to face the direction the forest was. She waited for tails to be touching each other in a line before heading out.
Part way to the woods a head, you could barely make out the dark shapes like a wall in front of them, another interruption occurred. This time a single wolf, a rogue. Stopping as the wolf spoke, Red listened intently, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but i managed to stumble upon you and couldn’t help but overhear, I’m not very familiar with any of these lands, and I’d say I’m lost.” Not a surprise to Red at all. Getting lost within these lands was commonplace, especially when you have to travel around pack grounds; avoiding those that don’t like visitors.
The large males words next had Red chuckling, “but I think I'd have to have a destination first. If you wouldn't mind, I would appreciate being allowed to join you while you seek some shelter. - And if you wouldn't mind, I'm a fair hunter, and I would love to share any strength I have with you in exchange for a safe place to call home for a while."
Red nodded her head to his first question, of course she wouldn’t turn him away unless he gave her a reason. But his eyes and kindness towards the female had Red’s fur bristle for a small moment in a spark of jealousy. Calming herself she turned to Eureka to see how she would reply.
Of course the kind Goddess would take him in as well. With the new rogue added to the group introductions were in order before they moved out. “My name is Red, this is my brother Ridley, and…” Red trailed off in realization the two pack wolves had still yet to give their names. “And, I’m so sorry, but what are your names?”
After all the introductions were done, Red continued to lead the way ahead. Once they were through the trees the snow let up slightly and their vision extended further a head. The wind had also been cut in half so they weren’t as chilly but still, the storm raged around them. Moving towards a thick set up bushes and a thick tree. “If we get underneath these bushes and against the tree, all curled together we should be able to stay warm and wait it out.”
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Ignasia
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Nanny
Female
3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Nov 14, 2018 2:03:59 GMT -8
“ She still couldn't quite believe that the small brown lump huddled up against her side was leaving to follow Vivaldi and Adralamech, to live and learn from them. Silently, the flame-licked nanny put up as strong a face as she could, which was really just not crying, but on the inside, she was shattered. Glassy droplets lay suspended in animation behind her eyelids for the sole reason that M'Lady had made it expressly clear that she hated crying. It was one of the reasons that Miyako and Tiny had fallen from the Alphess' favour. The pair of them were sensitive, Miyako bawled for nearly a week after finding out that she was pregnant, and Tiny teared up each time her brother took his anger out on her.
Speaking of Tiny, equally sized tears spilled from the tan being as her mother gently coaxed her away, whispering some of the only words she had directly spoken to her so that only the smallest being could hear. Depositing her last child with Vivaldi, her Alphess raised her head up, confident tones proclaiming, "As she is still a daughter of ours, I would only ask that she come over to be taught about Ignasia once a week, otherwise her learning and health is now yours to do with what you see fit.” A small glimmer of happiness flickered through the she-wolf. At least she would be able to see the pup every week as opposed to not at all.“I do think that we should leave within the week, as Koga mentioned before one of our sows is due to birth within a month and we do not want a complicated birth on the road. Which as you do get your first pick of the sow’s litter, you may also choose what you want them trained as and we will make sure to deliver in those specifications; hunter, warrior, salutary, assassin, infiltrator… breeder, you name it and will make them to your liking,” The bartering between the two Alpha pairs continued on blandly, the swapping and trading of lives was something that she herself was all too familiar with between the two groups. Lovelorn jade eyes watched Tiny's frame, hoping to silently send the pup some solace within her gaze. Surely the pup was frightened. At least it seemed that Beelzebub and Suki had brought pups into the world as well, some hopefully Tiny would have some friends to make while with the neighbouring group. Based on their performance, however, she highly doubted it.
A pair of ears, one nicked, one left natural, spun towards Adramalech as the inky brute began to speak, especially when Tiny's name was mentioned, "With the taking of Tiny, we would like Maleah to also come to Tiny's training sessions. I feel it would be beneficial for Tiny. If you would allow of course." Maleah could have exploded with joy. In her months with the two packs, those sparse words were the nicest thing that Mortiul had ever done for her. A bright smile, one of the most genuine she had experienced since Tiny had started calling her 'Mama' sprung onto her face before she grounded herself once more. It was an 'if.' She would only be able to go with Tiny if Koga agreed to Adramalech's proposition. There was all likelihood that he could say no. Who would watch the pups if she was away? Unless their plans were a weekly visit from the pair of them, then that was feasible. They were moving out anyway, everyone would be officialised in their next territory. "Simply training it to become a killer is more than enough for me. Take that how you wish, I always expect good things to come from the two of you. I will alert my wolves that we are leaving, and we should head north from here. There are mountains, and areas with potential cave systems that would work well with working in peace. The mountains are also a place where we can find bountiful prey, as they are major spots for migration periods," Mortiul's leader declared, his logic sound as he dipped his head to the Prophet and his mate.As neon eyes left the Alpha she was currently extremely grateful to, her smile fell from her lips. Pepper was never one of her favourite flavours, thankfully it seemed that he had found another target. This newest male was considerably large, but then again from her low vantage point, everyone around her was. His pelt was a piebald mixture of creams greys and blacks, but just underneath his outward beauty was a thick layer of fear. It was almost permeable through the winter weather, like the scent of bile or the scent of rotting flesh in the summer. Her heart, which once pounded with joy now writhed within her chest. Each time Beelzebub looked at her it brought back memories, the worst moments of her life were only a few moments under Mortiul control before Marusya rescued her and showed her the ways of Adjetni - rescuing her completely. Watching the Beta hiss into the male's ear only renewed the feeling of spit dripping onto her fur, of Elysia, of the pledge she had made that was so quickly broken. It was enough for her mood to noticeably sour, but yet her gaze never left the pair of males. Two pairs of eyes flickered between her and Miyako, but the unsettling gaze of Beelzebub rested for too long on her face, yellow eyes trailing the intricate hoops adorning her face. In the grand scheme of life, it hadn't been long since decorative claws met reluctant skin. The horrid scabs that the Prophet had warmed her about had healed quickly with Xalie's poultices. Throughout the process, she had grown much closer with the gentler of the two maned wolves her previous worries about the lanky creature replacing her dissolving in the fabric of friendship. Those ideas, of course, were planted into her by the very male that was staring so menacingly at her scars. Though she couldn't consciously feel each mark while stationery, they did pull occasionally when she turned her head or pulled her ears fully back, simply reminding her of her protection. No longer should she need to submit so violently. No longer would she need to cower. Maleah could have sworn that the Prophet had designed her scars to remind her of this. Each of his claw strokes were painful, every splice of untouched skin as searing as the last, but she was happy to have them now. Momentary pain had granted everlasting safety. Though she had not seen herself, she wanted to believe that there was a certain beauty within the engravings as well. The sitting nanny connected her gaze with the male's, his terror a mirror of her past self. Empathy ran deep within the Iberian's system. She knew just how hard it was to be torn from one world into another suddenly, to have a new set of rules and morals shoved upon you with the full expectation that you would be able to fulfil them perfectly and unquestionably within moments. She wasn't hard like the wolves around her. Resistance to morals and ethics could never be built up fully within the inherently gentle nanny. She wanted to somehow tell the male that everything would be alright, but within Beelzebub's vice grip she didn't know just how the male would fare. Silently, the minuscule she-wolf softened her gaze, a small flick of her nicked ear being the only movement towards the male before her attention turned back to the Alpha pair. Adramalech had moved away slightly his dark tones bellowing at the ungathered Mortiul wolves about their plans.For a brief moment, her job popped back into her mind, and she realized something was off with one of the pups. Imset, who had always stuck to her sister's side like sap, was being oddly quiet. Often the pup was more like her sister, constantly trying to be co-dominant with her sister over her siblings and sometimes even Maleah, and she spoke with surprisingly elegant sentences for such a young pup. Perhaps the arrival of Beelzebub and his litter had set her off somehow? Her mood swings were flaring up occasionally, was this one of them? A still, stoic silence of observation? "Imset," the cinnamon she-wolf called out to the pup, lightly bringing her closer to her parents with a small swish of her tail, "How do you feel about the mountains? It'll be a long walk there." It was small talk, but she wanted to make sure that the little girl had some say in the conversation. Anubis had already made herself known, her rump still planted between the Prophet's paws. Imset had yet to say anything, instead remaining stony as she listened to the goings-on around her. Neon green optics coaxed the pup to speak with a small flick upwards towards her parents. It was the least she could do to have the pup communicate with the rest of the pack like all the others did.” notes Tried to give Imset something to post with |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 6:25:34 GMT -8
A terrified male, back against the ground for the first time in his life, his resolve melted by a wolf he didn't even know two hours ago from a simple, one word command. His bright orange eyes closed tightly, chin tilted back a little, exposing his full vulnerable underbelly, tail tucked tightly against his body. It seemed forever before anything happened, but instead of a killing bite or a snap of his neck, the dark brute above him praised the female wolf in a sneer, then slammed his large paws into Ronin's chest. He wheezed, letting out a whine, curling over as he attempted to catch his breath. He was left gasping as Beelzebub told him of his new role under his wing, and he eventually brought himself to his feet as the Alpha, Adramalech, beckoned the wolves to gather. It seemed they were going to be taking him with them, whether he wanted to go or not. He was too afraid to run, all of these wolves would be on him in an instant, and he didn't like the thought of being ripped apart by more than ten wolves. As such, he kept close to Beelzebub and Bellatrix, though his positioning would definitely favor the latter. As the meeting began with what seemed to be an exchange of pups to stronger alpha pairs to be raised, Beel took the moment to stick his nose into his own fluffy ear once more. He twitched, fighting the urge to shake his head or scratch the tickle in his ear that the wolf's warm breath created. He directed him to look towards two female wolves, one of them having relatively new scaring on her face that tugged at her ear and her skin undoubtedly when she turned her head too far. That pack apparently marked their followers, and Beel seemed all too happy to do the same to him. Ronin had never had serious injuries, especially on his face like that, and he certainly didn't want that to start now. As the male laughed into his ear, a grating and downright sinister, maybe even insane sound, he reeled in terror. His head jerked as Beelzebub snapped his jaws, not intending to do any damage but clipping the tip of his ear when his head moved. A sharp canine pierced the end of his ear, stapling a nice hole in the flesh about the size of a dime. He yelped, quickly holding in his cries of pain so as to not draw attention from the two alphas still conducting business. A trickle of blood leaked down his ear, making it twitch almost constantly. Still, the wolf as dark as a moonless night kept speaking, informing him that instead of punishment, it is meant to show who they belong to, that they are protected. They did treat her remarkably softly for how badly she was marked, simply because she had given her body in service to them. Then he was directed to the other female, extremely pregnant and downtrodden. He hissed into the injured ear, warning him of what fate awaited those who choose to disobey or try to escape the role that was forced on them upon arrival into the group. He then inquired as to what Ronin was capable of, being both young and easily moldable. It seemed he now had his own role put upon him. Being trained by this terrifying wolf who seemed to love bloodshed and violence above all else. Beel addressed Bellatrix and told her to watch over his own well-being, as if he hadn't been living by his own and taking care of himself for a year now. He was completely opposed to being taught by that wolf, that brute, but as he had already been told, he was no longer in control of his own fate. He would be a part of this pack, either in a good way, or in a bad way. And, if he tried hard enough to go, it was very clear he would be murdered without a second thought. He fought himself to keep from trembling, willing his legs to move forward, stiffly, to gather under Adramalech. They would be moving into the mountains for the winter. There were a lot of wolves here, and the small hares and rodents that would be in the forest during this time of year would definitely not be enough to feed all of them and last. So, in that respect, he guessed he was sort of lucky to be taken with them towards the mountain goats or whatever was still out this time of year. Beelzebub gave him a decision, to be a part of the pack or to be a slave to it. That wasn't a choice. It was asking him to surrender himself either way, the only thing that would be different is if they treat him cruelly or if they make him an omega, existing in the pack purely to be picked on and to be beaten up by the higher ranking wolves when they needed to blow off steam. He wasn't stupid. And as scared as he was by that wolf and his intentions, he had already been seen. They knew his face. He couldn't simply just sneak away in the night and expect to not be remembered, to not be tracked down. He felt he had seen these wolves who didn't want to be seen, and there wasn't getting out of it without ending up dead. Not to mention, it seemed the strongest wolf in the pack, aside from the Alpha, had grown to want to warp him into his image. He had to accept this fate, if only to keep himself alive. He looked over at Bellatrix, his jaw clenched tightly to keep his teeth from chattering. He wanted to say something, but he didn't really know what. He opened his mouth, shut it again, then sighed. Defeat washed over him, a paw reached up to wipe his ear, then he followed Beel, his head hanging low as did his tail as he walked behind him, his shoulder in line with the male's back leg. It was time to get moving, he couldn't waste anyone's time being slow. |
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
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10 MO.
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Post by Apprentice Varuna on Nov 15, 2018 12:38:03 GMT -8
PUP VARUNA
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IGNASIA
Varuna snorted the snarky girl’s way. He didn’t say a word as Xalie and Quentin moved out. Quentin did his own thing, moving away often. Xalie didn’t seem too bothered by his continuous absence, therefore Varuna wouldn’t pay much mind to it either. Varuna did eventually move out from under her though. That way she could collect without hindrance on his part.
Xalie was like an Aunt to him, more so than Maleah. Her smell and appearance always interested him as a pup and found their fur to be the closest resemblance than to his own parents. He called Zaee as he couldn’t pronounce her name when he was learning to speak and now the name stuck.
Finally Varuna shot a true glance at the others pups. Mismatched eyes looked the trio up and now, and finally with a disappointed grunt he turned away once more. With his analysis of the others done he raised his tail and head and took a more dominant stance. This was too show, mostly, and to make sure the others knew he thought himself better than them. And, well, of course he was. The others were rude and smelled of farts, while he came from a place of beauty and royalty.
Varuna paused as they returned back to the pack. The adventure turning lack luster and more so a distraction for his hurt ego. Before the pups dispersed to their parents, Varuna called to them with a cocky grin across his face.
“Maybe if you survive this trip, I’ll introduce myself and tell you your future for free,” he said, winking at the female. He had seen his father do this towards his mother, he still didn’t fully understand the concepts of mateship or courting, but knew it made his mother flushed at times.
“Although,” he continued, a sneer replacing his grin, “I wont keep my hopes up.”
With that, the treasured son turned and walked over to where Maleah and Imset stood. He felt much better after that ordeal, not even realizing that he could potentially start deep seeded feelings for the future.
Approaching Imset, he shoulder bumped her playfully. A growl yip escaping his maw as a greeting to her. Moving to bite at her ear and neck, he tried to start a puppy battle as his mood had improved tenfold.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 12:46:53 GMT -8
PUP SAURON
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MORTIUL
Sauron flicked a tail as his father practically pushed them out the den. He let out a small growl yip at his father, biting at his muzzle as he was nudged and pushed. Persephone and Tern took off while he was preoccupied with trying to defend himself from being pushed out into the cold. When he realized he was left alone he huffed and grumbled before taking off after the duo.
Coming to them, he saw they were talking with a strange deer. Snorting at the look he placed himself on the other side of Persephone and away from Tern. Hearing how his sister tried to bargain him off, he snapped at her ear. “Like hell I’d let you sell me away,” he snarked off to her, annoyance radiating from his eyes.
He looked this deer, wolf, cat? Thing up and down before turning back to his siblings. Losing interest quickly, he turned his ashen face around looking for something more… appealing. Spotting another pup who was being nudged their way he stood up and puffed out his chest. He approached her before she made her way to his other siblings.
Sauron would decide if she was going to be worthy or not of meeting his sister. A tail flicked upwards behind him out of instinct and not thought. This one carried herself tall as well, his own cobalt eyes narrowed her way.
“I am Sauron, who are you?” he asked the red eyed she-pup, who now stood in front of him. As he stood only a pup length away, he could tell she was older than he was and seemed to be bulkier as well. He hadn’t learned to fight outside of play fighting and didn’t want to start quite yet.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 20:53:45 GMT -8
A ginger alien form scowled down at the familiarly scented rogue, dark chocolate eyes piercing down into him. This male had been lingering on their borders for too long without having been killed or forcefully assimilated into the cult he found himself doing the same to. The sound of pawsteps trudging through snow pricked up his ears. Hopefully, it was one of the crazies in charge of this joint so that he didn't have to deal with this dude. However, it seemed that no one of use was coming to his aid, rather, another nuisance had come to pester him.
“Quentin!” her squeaky voice screeched out, the sound grating against his ears, “Are you this rude to every newcomer you come across? You’ll scare away everyone in a ten-mile radius with that mouth of yours.” Not even trying to hide his displeasure, Quentin hissed back in a high tone, "Psyche!" He rolled his eyes as the albino continued to approach naively, bringing with her something she believed to be courtesy which was really only a blatant lie to cover up the atrocities that were conversing a short distance away. “Pay this insufferable brute no heed. He lacks tact in most situations. I believe what he means to say is ‘what brings you here?’” the snowy female continued on as if this were some sort of game of good cop bad cop.
Forcefully, the maned wolf stalked over to the albino, his growl morphing into an angered smirk, a deep set annoyance burning behind marble eyes. Psyche wasn't a she-wolf he enjoyed teasing - they shared the same trait of flirting with others, but he did it for fun while she did it for strategy. It brought no joy to the beast to try and tease a brick wall. Instead, he was simply pissed off at the female for interrupting him with some sort of polite bullshit. Standing at his full height, nearly a full foot taller than the she-wolf, the male interrogated her in a low tone,"Honey, don't you know that they prefer dinner scared? I would have thought that you of all wolves wouldn't be stupid enough to try and bring some sort of comfort to a meal that you all seem to enjoy ever so much! Now you've given some sort of normality even with your weirdly white self, he thinks he's going to be okay! Honestly, how long have you been in this pack to not know even these simple things?" A bleach tipped tail swung up to smack her neck as the spindly creature moved back to his place near the rogue's head, a flaring temper lurking behind a scowl. Accusingly, he alternated his gaze between either of the wolves, daring them to speak, one in response as to why he was here, the other merely to entertain him.
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