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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 21:06:34 GMT -8
ROGUE SILAS
Silas smirked as he heard the sound of foot falls. Now, if he had not been on watch for the pack of wolves that lived nearby he would have missed the sound completely. However, he was on watch and no sounds went unnoticed by his bleach tipped ears. Ears flicked to the speaker, this was the strange wolf he had caught sight of only once. He swore that time was a dream, but guess he wasn’t dreaming.
Smirking at the cockiness that had no hesitation in his voice. Finally turning to face the other male, Silas remained sitting, calmly. “And the hell do you think you're doing so close to us?” This was his first words to him. The question though had him letting out a chuckle. How come that sounded so… defensive. He swiped a salmon tongue over his nose and muzzle as an eerie form approached from the borders.
Orange eyes watched rose. Smiling at the gentler nature of this one, however, she scared him more than the lanky male. Her form moved with grace, purpose, and her words were evenly spaced. Obviously one who knew how to handle themselves.
Before he had time to reply to the she-wolf, or the male, the wolf-deer remarked to the albino. Quite rudely too. At this Silas stood tall, not as tall as the male, but his demeanor changed to calm to threatening. Just ever so slightly and only directed towards the male. A crueler smile made spread his black lips, canines poking through with a glint.
“Now, now, you don’t have to fight over me,” he quipped playfully, moving forward teasingly. He almost seemed to be flirting body wise, but his eyes read something more dangerous. He wondered if the skinny male was a coward or would prove himself a man?
He turned his head towards the white bitch who appeared to have a higher and more important ranking. Justified by her relaxed body posture and over ruling speech pattern. Giving her a smile, “I’m here because I saw a she-wolf I’m desperate to meet, and…”
His eyes turned to the male with an utmost bored look. “As you are aware, I’ve been here for a while and to not notice your pack’s acts would cast me in the light of an idiot, which I’m not.”
Eyes turning back to the she-wolf, “I request for you to bring me to the white she-wolf that is still pregnant, I wish to swear my life away to her for the rest of my eternity.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 22:45:06 GMT -8
"Imset," Imset had jolted slightly, being once again ripped from her thoughts and thrust into the world of pack socialization. She rotated her head, giving Miss Maleah an uninterested side glance. What Imset heard next, however, made her eyes widen in shock. "How do you feel about the mountains? It'll be a long walk there." Maleah's question made Imset momentarily stiffen. She was expecting a command... not a question of her preference or her opinion about an upcoming challenge. It was a challenge, it seemed. No adult wolf sounded like they would be carrying her. Not that she really need their aid. If they wanted to sabotage time and energy by letting her walk alone... then that would be their fatal choice. The task didn't bother Imset. The foreign and insufferable company though... that was the real challenge. Imset squinted her eyes, turning her full attention to Maleah with a questioning expression as she was swished towards her parents. "No opinion. It's just a walk, Miss Maleah." She momentarily glanced towards her parents, feeling more uncomfortable now than she already was with Miss Maleah's question. They did not need her opinion. They would have asked for it themselves, and Imset's answer would have been the same. With all due respect, Imset was a proud pup. She was very confident in herself. Very dominant. But her opinion did not matter, and thus there was no reason to try and conjure up nonexistent doubts or fears regarding the journey. It'd only weaken her mindset, if they were real that is. And to say them now would possibly tarnish her reputation as a strong pup, or negatively influence how these almost complete strangers see her family... no. Imset was not for that. "No opinion." She said again, raising her tail high up authoritatively as she looked back at Maleah. That would be her final answer. The female even stomped her little left paw forwards a little, trying to mimic a dominant stance while giving Miss Maleah a straight stoic face. And much to Imset's dismay, her stance was broken as she was shoulder bumped. Shoulder bumped. The pup turned, letting out only a snuffling grunt as pup Varuna tried initiating a playfight. Imset raised one of her forelimbs and repeatedly pawed Varuna, trying to push the young pup off while she got the better advantage. This didn't work as well as Imset hoped, and she found herself playfully biting the other pup's jaw at an odd angle. This wasn't really that fun. Mainly because the opponent had caught her off guard. Nonetheless, she played along, only emitting a few snorts and grunts in the process and putting little effort in. At least she was staying on her paws. Maleah Apprentice Varuna @cultists @anyone else? |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2018 22:29:29 GMT -8
Before, she believed every wolf harbored a hint of humanity, a glimmer of good no matter what their wickedness. That was before Ignasia. She had desperately hoped by some beautiful grace that her womb had been made barren, that she could somehow be saved from his progeny. No mates, no pups, no motherhood, and she would sing praises. Oh, she would suffer most certainly for her failure, but Ignasia would finally see how useless truly her presence was. They’d discuss, analyze, detail every resource they had ever wasted on her up-keep and banish her from their sight, freeing her to flee as far as her limbs could possibly carry her and find the freedom she had so frantically sought. Alas, such hopes soon proved futile. Within three weeks, Xalie happily noted how she finally seemed to be showing, her sides plumping into a soft, gentle swell. A gradual, subtle growth, but she’d collapsed in complete terror, cradling her curving stomach in the hopes that she was slim and flat as ever and the Shaman was simply delusional. The following month seemingly existed solely to prove elsewise, culminating in the swiftest growth she’d ever seen. Every day, she awoke to a body alienated from everything she’d ever known it to be, grotesquely soft and swollen, stinking of milk and motherhood as it lurched with life that wasn’t hers to claim. She was simply, first and foremost, a vessel — even as she neared her due date, her captors made it magnificently clear all yielded pups were property, fit to be traded and bartered as they saw fit.
“Come along Miyako.” Robotically, she rose and followed the voice, wondering just what had sounded off about it. It wasn’t until she reached snow that she realized she’d hadn’t been Miyako in months. Oh, she’d been sow plenty, bitch, pig, and it more than she could ever count, but never before Miyako. She closed her eyes to savor the moment, imagining herself in a world in which she could fully conduct herself under a name that now lay forever lost to her, where she could be called and considered her own — what a world! She immediately shattered any idea of it —such thinking had landed her in her current predicament.
All of Mortiul soon materialized, bearing the best and brightest of both superiors and slaves alike. A business deal, the likes of which she had seen once before as bargained product. Normally, she would anticipate such with dread, assuming her position and obediently lingering on the outskirts, waiting to be summoned as her master deemed fit. Fear now failed to flicker where it once ignited, replaced by a barren hollowness that harrowed through her being. Emotions seemed empty, unable to even summon a semblance of the passion they’d possessed. No fury, no anger, no fear — Ignasia hadn’t time for trivialities, stripping each strategically until all that was left was the physical — pangs of pain, hunger, thirst. Her body had already handled the worst of both. What harm would a little extra lay? As her Alpha, her master, her mate beckoned her forward; she couldn’t help but hold the Mortiul Alphess’s gaze, unable to appreciate the abominable irony that now the she-wolf responsible for her imprisonment and impregnation eagerly awaited a litter of her own. The simple thought sickened her, of her immeasurable happiness, caring mate, completed family — it was enough to send her soaring into madness — and yet, as Adramalach spoke of her brood, his plans, she promptly settled, sorrel ears swiveling forwards just enough to catch the complete sentence.
"Simply training it to become a killer is more than enough for me.” he began, heedlessly eyeing her engorged sides. “Take that how you wish, I always expect good things to come from the two of you." A simple enough sentence wielding a weight she hadn’t initially expected it to carry. Nothing she produced, in any natural aspect of the sort, could be considered hers. Her pups were prisoners, born to be crafted into whatever their father desired for them, if she could even call him such. They would be raised in his image, valuing tyranny, violence, and evil above all else, fashioned for futures of slavery and servitude. The next generation of savages to someday terrorize the innocent, fully inheriting their father’s legacy of lust, murder, and mayhem. A rare pang of horror filled her to the very core. Even now, she carried a collection of murderers, a litter forever lost from the first moment of conception, and yet it was already too late to stop it. Within a month, this malevolence would be wrought upon an oblivious world — and she, at the absolute least, would have wielded a direct role in their release.
Business concluded promptly, with Adramalach eagerly announcing the alliance’s relocation. She prayed she died, or at least somehow lost their litter, anything to prevent such parasites from spreading further — and yet, she knew. Stoically, she stepped in tune with her master’s shoulder, unable to peel her petrified gaze from his form. She knew. They’d arrive whether she wished them to or not, and she hadn’t a single pensive say in the matter. She quivered, somberly fixing sanguine eyes towards the mountaintops and deciding in her deepest, most sacred heart of hearts that if there was goodness in this world, she wouldn’t survive the journey there.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2018 16:50:03 GMT -8
A soft, tender sigh jilted Mother’s jaws in greeting as she assembled her brood under her grating, somber gaze. Tiny’s stomach tightened instinctively. Although Mother’s disappointment was distinctively apparent upon arrival, her sisters had failed to follow her first command, allowing them all to reap the results of Mother’s incessant mood. “Now that we have everyone here, I guess we can get started.” She’d directed her disappointment toward her twins, Imset and Anubis, who each appeared entirely unaffected by her bother. Tiny shivered, terrified at their attitudes — were they somehow unaware of the fact that horrible things happened when Mother was angry? And yet, as of now, Tiny could never completely recall an event where they’d been truly, wholly touched by her wrath. Such privileges, she assumed, were the advantages of anointing; a sacred, holy sanction she’d yet to be granted by Adjetni’s blessing. However, on this occasion, his approval hadn’t saved them, but rather Xalie’s provision, a fortune of fragrant herbs. “Each of you roll around in these,” Mother commanded as she divided the delivery into four piles, one for each pup. “You will be meeting the King and Queen of Mortiul today and I will not tolerate misbehavior.”
Sensibly, Tiny smeared herbs against her pelt; the sharp, pungent scent covering any trace of her litter’s heated odor. A king & queen ought to be greeted by something presentable. She tenderly swiped her tongue over her ornery frizz, a final attempt to flatten her fur that lasted two swipes before surrender. Mother had told her it was useless anyways. Perhaps it’d please her parents best if she lingered on the outskirts so the royal could be met by something beautiful, like Varuna’s lovely flaming coat or her sisters’ perfectly synchronized charm. Yes, Mother would be quite pleased, and perhaps then would let her receive her anointing. As she, her siblings, and Maleah rose to meet with the Prophet, she decided she would honor him by removing herself from the group entirely, so as to not taint her siblings’ beauty. Carefully, she concealed herself in Maleah’s shadow, comforting herself in her presence as they neared the visitors. Adramalach, King of Mortiul and Queen Vivaldi somehow were exactly what she’d imagined both to be: powerful, intimidating, pristine. A peculiar scent permeated both pelts, a sickly, tender sweetness her parents’ ranks possessed. Maybe that was the reason they and her parents conversed so colloquially. Regardless, she didn’t understand a thing, furrowing her face in Maleah’s fur while she waited in the meanwhile.
She tuned in to the topics of discussion occasionally. The King and Queen would select a sibling for apprenticeship, and then after that, they’d all be moving towards mountains. She hadn’t been all too worried about either unusually — that is, until a smooth voice sliced through their initial discussion. "How about we just leave Tiny behind?" Anubis purred, ambling towards Maleah’s side. "After all, that seems what Maleah is worried about," she quipped. Small tremors shook the sorrel pup’s form as she hurriedly noticed her nanny’s uncharacteristically taut expression, her face nearly frozen with fear. Warily, she withdrew the comfort of her tail, blocking her from any further hiding. A soft whine slipped through her jaws as she desperately sought out Maleah’s eyes. The Queen of Mortiul, Vivaldi, hadn’t shifted her gaze since her initial exposure. “They’re certainly strong little things, befitting of their parents,” she remarked, somberly amused. “Yet I find myself hard pressed to look the lot of them over,” she pointedly sighed. “When one of yours appears to be hiding behind your nanny.” Tiny shivered, taking one terrified step forwards her, as Mother had instructed her to do whenever company called for her presence. “I was the smallest of my own litter, and I find from experience that struggle breeds a particular kind of strength,” she declared. “I would like the runt.”
That was her. The runt was her. Petrified, she placed the last of her wavering hope in Mother to dismiss the claim, suggesting a sibling more deserving of the apprenticeship in her place. Any, literally any of them would suffice — but instead, Mother ignited with an emotion she’d never seen either parent direct towards her previously — pleasure. She was smiling, she was proud, but instead of easing her anxiety, her contentment hastened them. It was temporary, she just knew it, and her disappointment would absolutely wreck her. “No need to worry,” she cautioned softly, pushing her towards her new mentor with a wary smile. “She will treat you well so long as you remain obedient.” Normally, that notion would have brought her comfort, but something about the Alphess’s stare unsettled her, suggesting “obedience” somehow entailed something entirely beyond her comfort. “Ma-a-a-a,” she panted softly, trembling in terror as she attempted to assemble her thoughts into words, each flash strictly fixated on one thought: she desperately, frantically, didn’t want to go.
More than anything, she didn’t want to leave Mama, but she knew she had no say. “As she is still a daughter of ours, I would only ask that she come over to be taught about Ignasia once a week,” her Mother requested politely. “Otherwise, her learning and health is now yours to do with what you see fit,” she concluding, shoving her forwards. Her eyes flitted wildly from wolf to wolf. She was being given away, bartered off to a pack she knew nothing of, being ripped away from everything familiar and lovely and good. How could she continue to walk in Adjetni’s light, when she would only hear of his law weekly? She could never completely remember his prayers without prompting. How could she continue living without Maleah’s warmth, her touch and love? She was entirely, horribly on her own, terrified of the pitch eyes permeating her being. Adramalach regarded her reluctantly, sighing as Mother always did. “With the taking of Tiny,” he began half-heartedly. “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." Instantly, her frightened heart ignited with hope — oh please! Her tears dried immediately as she gently shifted towards Father, her eyes holding a pleading appeal. She would be so beautifully, perfectly good, and would never ever again cry for anything, she promised, — if only, if only Father allowed Maleah to remain with her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2018 14:31:16 GMT -8
“They’re certainly strong little things, befitting of their parents.” Tangerine eyes tenderly assessed each of the litter, catching his carmine with a small, knowing smile. “Yet I find myself hard pressed to look the lot of them over,” Vivaldi mused, veering towards his timidest pup. “When one of yours appears to be hiding behind your nanny.” Somberly, he swiveled his gaze towards the two offenders, crimson eyes clouding in disapproval. Mal knew better. Although he criticized her coddling, it seemed his lectures had, for once, failed to file as they appropriately should. Maleah shouldn’t have even brought Tiny here to begin with, and yet somehow, here she was: small, frail, shaking, embodying practically every negative trait her parents had meticulously hewn from her first three siblings’ façades. She had yet to receive Adjetni’s blessed anointing due to the fact that she had been practically born dead; a deviant, artificial existence that had only been granted to her due to Maleah’s quick movement. Even so, Vivaldi pressed on. “I was the smallest of my own litter, and I find from experience that struggle breeds a particular kind of strength,” she paused briefly, glancing back towards Adramalach to first gauge his approval. “I would like the runt.” “As you wish, Vivaldi. Tiny is yours for the taking. She will serve you well.” Carefully, he caught Maleah’s gaze, motioning for her to nudge Tiny closer towards her new mentor. While he would have suggested another selection, Vivaldi made a compelling argument for her first choice, and besides, he already had faith in her training methods. Tiny would either flourish or flounder, no in between — the brutality would be only beneficial to the terrified pup, he was certain — and it’d already worked its share of wonders for Stanley. The male had been molded beautifully, from the frail-minded, soft-willed fiasco that Marusya first met to the perfectly subservient, docile servant of today. If Tiny could gain as much in confidence as Stanley had in personal detachment, what a warrior she’d be to behold! Marusya seemed magnificently pleased with the arrangement, only requesting to maintain Tiny’s religious training. Promptly, she pressed on to approve both Alphas’ new arrangement for their final move before shifting the subject, calling into consideration their future litter. “As you do get your first pick of the sow’s litter,” she cautioned smartly. “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 we’ll make them to your liking,” she jibed, pitching numerous possibilities for their future ranks. Adramalach first addressed himself, politely requesting the presence of Maleah at Tiny’s future training sessions. Unusual, coming from a wolf as hardened as Adra, but perhaps he’d seen a sliver of something he’d missed himself. “If you believe it is beneficial, then surely it must be so. Maleah has my permission to accompany Tiny for training, as long as you ensure it isn’t detrimental to her focus.” Adramalach nodded, accepting the arrangement wordlessly. He directed his next request towards Marusya, stating Miyako’s pups had only to grow into killers to serve him well. In the meanwhile, he and his wolves would be seeking the prey and protection of the Northern Mountains and caves, destined to depart as soon as their meeting concluded. “We’ll depart and travel with you as far as the mountainside. Afterwards, we’ll establish our own territories. Meeting adjourned,” he concluded, dipping a dusky head in farewell. “The future is looking glorious, brother.” As Vivaldi and Adramalach departed, Koga turned around to address his own wolves before they began the journey. However, a notable number appeared to be missing — Xalie, Psyche, even Quentin — which simply wouldn’t do. “Ky,” he purred, summoning his shadow by his side once more. “Kindly retrieve the missing members of our party. Beautiful things beckon towards the north. We’ll be following our brothers-in-arms as soon as you and they return.” Briefly, he brushed his head against his companion’s shoulder before sinking his teeth in a gentle, affectionate bite, knowing the soft, lingering scent of blood would be enough to motivate him to act quickly. “We’ll be waiting, Ky,” he mused. “Maleah, gather and prepare your charges. They’ve a long journey ahead of them. As for the rest of you,” he continued, mulling over each member that’d gathered by them thus far. “You all heard Adramalach’s command. Best to begin moving. Prepare accordingly. The journey will be treacherous, but by Adjenti’s blessings and grace, the anointed will surely walk onwards.Tagged: Alpha Adramalech , @vivaldi , @marusya , Maleah , @xalie , @psyche , @miyako , Beta Ky , Infidel Quentin , Apprentice Anubis , Apprentice Imset , @tiny , Apprentice Varuna
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Post by Beta Ky on Nov 20, 2018 19:47:56 GMT -8
Inked out eyes watched silently as the group of deerwolrabbits and the broods of both his BEST friend and Him moved away, whatever adventure they were going on pale in comparison to basking in His glory. It was such a privilege to have met Him on those borders so long ago. The coward that ran the pack had let three yearlings and one severely obese pathetic excuse for a warrior stray right into his jaws. He was so perceptive, so welcoming of the charge that had instantly devoted himself to Him. The first words ever spoken to him by his purpose were morsels of his future; a sharp hiss to attack. To shed the blood of the fatass, disabling him enough that he could still watch with blazing eyes as He tore him to shreds. It was art, the bloodbath he left behind. Each drop of crimson so beautifully spread over the dust in a display for the midnight cloaked male and his keeper to bask in. Even better after the first one's death, He had provided the already intoxicated male his least guilty pleasure, offering up two unwilling lives for him to leave behind silenced. The yearlings were useless at everything, less satisfying Ky's thirst for blood for a few moments and providing His teeth tearing into his ear. From the day they returned, Ky had received no further rips. Each of the wolves he had killed for sustenance never counted as a kill for Him. They were prey, akin to a deer, nothing worth a mark. It was almost pitiful that the raven male had to kill them. They rarely fought back, were rarely strong. They were never in the presence of Him when they died. Each meal provided a newly renewed sense of gratitude and admiration of Him and his power and strength to contact Adjetni and bless them all with his biddings.
These thoughts occupied the male's mind as his twin and his liege continued to discuss their business. How boring the trading of pups and future killers, how trivial the discussions of where they would be headed. Why would one focus on business when the luxurious scent of death draped the area, a perfume to all those inhabiting it. The odour had become like white noise, unnoticeable to those exposed to it for long periods of time but a haunting promise to all outsiders that encountered it. This small but simple fact was a contradiction to the newest form of entertainment that approached the council. Some quivering scrap of meat coaxed so easily into submission and servitude that it was hilarious. Careening his head backward, the shadow's hyena cackle bubbled from his chest, a crazed laugh weaving its way into his tones to create a grating harmony. How had this male stumbled across these lands with full confidence and somehow not realized that he was in no way important enough to garner any respect? He was lucky that Beelie had taken a liking to him. Ky would have gladly killed the young male, leaving him a bloodied mess, perhaps skinning him to provide His pups with a thick mattress of fur. Once unfocused charred eyes now snapped onto his favourite peppered male, watching as he hissed words that were no doubt threats into the scrap's ear. In a split second, unintentional blood was spilled, the meat's ear nicked by Beelie's teeth. Heavy jaws parted, saliva gathering at the thought of his crimson alcohol blanketing his tongue. Simultaneously, rage coursed through his gargantuan frame. How DARE that lowly slave mark himself in the same way that He marked those who followed Him. He didn't know if Beelie had told the scrap about the protection that the missing chunk had brought the nanny, but if he did then the omega should have known better than to try to copy it so close to Him himself. Ky's urge to rip the male's bleeding ear off mounted, prickled hackles and a contorted face of rage never leaving the infidel as a low growl built up from the back of his throat. It was blasphemy. It was something that if acted upon, Ky was sure his urge would be fed by the flames of Adjetni. The words of those around him faded into the background, an unimportant buzz as tunnel vision blinded him.
As hindquarters tensed with murderous intent, there was one thing that kept him rooted to the ground. "Ky," He purred his name, the single syllable emerging like the beautiful sound of a snapping bone. The tension in his body melted, his gaze leaving Beelie's prize instantly to give his full attention to the most important wolf in the council. Never would he abandon the side of the oaken male if he were talking to him. His tunnel vision returned, his full focus on Him. The rage he felt snapped like an elastic band, returning him to a neutral attentive state within a second of his name being called. His rage should never be directed towards Him, only towards others while fueled by his persuasion. "Kindly retrieve the missing members of our party. Beautiful things beckon towards the north. We'll be following our brothers-in-arms as soon as you and they return. We'll be waiting, Ky," His tone beckoned him onwards, its gentle tones shifting Ky's mental space into one of working. It took most of the tar male's willpower not to lean further into His bite, to not push fangs deeper into his own flesh and do more damage. He was calculated. However much damage was to be done would be. "Done. Will," deep tones rumbled out, a grin flashing onto his face before he stalked away from his Alpha. As soon as that nanny's name was mentioned, he knew he could dismiss himself. The pathetic trickle of blood snaking down the warrior's leg wasn't the first injury the Prophet had blessed him with. Slowly, ever so slowly, he was carving a masterpiece onto his face. After letting the male watch the nanny's carvings, He had approached him, a still bloody paw calling the male forth. Ceremoniously, He had begun split his skin, searing white heat sending endorphins and adrenaline to scorch his nerves. Only a few lines were carved that day, a promise given to him that more would come. It had been a gradual process, one that the gore-loving male hadn't let the Shaman interfere with much, and the finished product was still not in sight. Until the day that the Prophet told him his markings were done, he would look forward to a blessed claw.
As lost mentally as the male was, he was no fool. He knew which direction the adventurous party had headed off in, and knew that they would likely be back before the day ended at the most. The deerwolrabbit didn't look like she fared well in the dark. His anti-self, Psyche, seemed not to be in the general clearing, but her scent was easy enough to track through the death. Before he fulfilled his Alpha's command, Ky's weaving gait brought him over to a peppered male and his new pet, curiosity getting the better of him as he momentarily stalled. "Beeeeeelie!" Ky whined out, his sing-song tone dancing over the octave as he made as much of a beeline as he could towards the male's new acquisition, "Little copycat!" Ky circled the smaller male once, twice before coming to a halt, his eyes once again trained on the blood trickling out of the hole punch in the prisoner's ear. In an instant, the friendly persona he displayed for Beelzebub snapped back into his previous rage. A timbre laced with gravel scraped it's way out of Ky's throat, his blazing eyes never leaving the omega's own gaze, "Unblessed. Copycat. No protection. Not worthy. Filthy infidel thinks ear helps. Flesh torn, blood spilled. You're not saved." Spit flew out of his mouth onto the male's plush coat, the rancid scent of his breath permeating the air surrounding both male's faces. Spinning around, Ky placed his ebony tail onto the male's submissive frame, a bright smile on his face as he faced his favourite peppered male. "Adventure? Bring copycat?" the male propositioned, wanting to enjoy the male's company throughout the trivial task of merely being a shepherd to the oddities of Ignasia. Making a split second decision, Ky murmured out, "Yes." Concluding the matter himself as if everyone had agreed, Ky swept his tail swiftly along the male's frame as he moved away, fully expecting Beelzebub to follow suit on his adventures. His weaving step pushed him into the omega, nearly 200 pounds of wolf shoving him in the direction he wanted him to move.
Without looking back to see who was following him, Ky's inebriated steps followed the path that the herb party took through the trees. A frayed ear scanned the world around him as a block cranium swung pendulously with every step. Snow crunched between paddle paws, the walking nightmare not bothering to hide his whereabouts within these woods. Everything belonged to Mortiul and Ignasia, everyone, bar the idiot captured by Beel, should know to steer clear from the frequent blood stains from past hunts and the rotting corpses that lay disowned in the trees. Without hesitation, he let his ticks roll out of his chest, the hyena sounds ringing in his ears and through the trunks. The pungent odour of the deerwolrabbits made them, if anything, the most obvious scent in the woods. It was alien, unpleasant. The crawling tendrils of decaying flesh help much more appeal than whatever the Shaman and her aggressor smelled of. However, something else decided to play with his nose. It was far too clean, far too concentrated to just be some rogue. Even shortly after arriving, the scent of the prisoner had quickly become drenched with the conquests of others just like him. Obsidian eyes flickered through the trees, the male suddenly attentive and focused. "Beeeelie, pack morons," velvet tones purred towards his partner in crime. The last time he had scented pack wolves was just the last lingering morsels of a hunt, but with something he could definitely kill on his paws, he paid no heed to the idiot who had wandered into the woods. This time, he was merely sent out to collect, nothing in His instructions deterring him from investigating. Wordlessly, he moved off course, this new scent trail too intriguing to leave alone.
With his mind focused on his self-appointed game, Ky slowly began to reduce his swaying, his paws splaying out further and further as the scent grew stronger. This was one of the only times Ky would normalize himself; when prey was being stalked, he wanted to be as hidden as possible. More scents soon intertwined themselves with those of that pack wolves, two others mingling to create a buffet of four scents. A sick, twisted grin exposed yellowed ivories, the fangs seeming much more white in comparison to the onyx that surrounded them. Using the trees to hide his massive frame from the exposing snow, Ky watched as the two pairs of wolves tucked themselves away, hiding from the snow who's temperament seemed to match his own. Changing at any second, the wind and frozen spears attacked all, not caring about who or where they hit. However, the howling of the wind would not hide the odd tones of one of his ticks. Feeling the burst of sound bubbling in his throat, Ky writhed, his eyes clenching shut as he struggled to keep his jaw hinged. For what seemed like forever, his body twitched, the only pain he didn't enjoy suffocating him before at last, it dissipated, leaving him foggy minded but thankfully still silent, and now able to communicate. "Zeeeeebub, sitting ducks! Two seconds, throat slashed, blood. Lots. Fun game?" Ky whispered to the peppered male, getting as close to his ear as his friend would let him so that he didn't have to speak loudly. His smile was malicious, a promise that no one would escape without damage. An idea sparked into the insane male's head, his words rushed as his crazed genius shoved itself forwards, "Copycat watches, joins in?" If the pathetic male could have heard his previous vocalization, he made sure that only the superior would hear his idea. The pack wolves who had so foolishly strayed so far from home had no clue the nightmare that Adjetni was about to release on them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 6:23:58 GMT -8
{Tell me if I'm not roleplaying her right, okay? I just adopted the pretty girl and I'm still iffy on how the roleplay is going. And I'm not sure who all I was supposed to tag so....}Xalie looked at the pup, hesitation heavy of her thin face. She perked up, yapping happily, "Your future, yes um.... I see something very obvious, who wouldn't? Your going to grow up successful and with great power. Now excuse me, pup, gotta run!" she said, bowing and prancing over to the other maned wolf accompanying her, as well as the other pups. Xalie pulled back her seven inch ears as the corresponding species male flirted in her ear, personally too close for comfort. As he walked away she growled under her breath, then thought brightly about the distance between them, picking up the herbs gathered and running quickly after him. Even though she didn't like him much at all, she didn't want to be left alone. Hoping that the pups accompanying them was following, she turned to look behind her, just barely glancing to see the small bodies following. Lanky blackish brown legs caught up easily with Quentin, their athletic nature shared, but their personalities so different. The herbs in her mouth were bitter, and she was glad her muzzle was long and could open wide to hold many of the leaves as well as minimizing the amount of taste bud rubbing that occured. Xalie dropped the herbs as she came to a stop behind the male, staying quiet as he spoke to the other female, Psyche, and becoming silently impatient she brightened and picked the bundle back up and wandered away to another area and dropped the wad of leaves once more. She sat, staring out to the sky and thinking appreciative of her life. And then slowly began to think more, and how come she was so happy despite all that has happened to her. It is better the cover your life with a buoy of happiness than to mope and drown in a sea of sorrow and regret
@vivaldi @marusya Maleah @psyche Beta Ky Infidel Quentin Apprentice Anubis Apprentice Imset @tiny Apprentice Varuna
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 10:38:41 GMT -8
Ronin became distinctly aware of another's eyes on him, not Beelzebub's or Bellatrix's. It seemed nonthreatening at first, but when blood was accidentally drawn he felt that gaze turn hot with hatred. His guard raised and fur spiked at the killing intent of the wolf who was glowering at him, and bright orange eyes scanned the crowd to find the set of eyes responsible, and was met with what seemed to be one of the Cultists, hovering close to another male. This wolf looked like he was going to attack him and try to rip out his throat, but for what he couldn't discern. Was it because he now had been bitten by Beel and therefore marked in a way, even though it was unintentional? He kept his eyes on the wolf as his muscles tensed, preparing to go for him, until the male next to him spoke to him. Immediately he calmed down and his anger melted away, and Ronin was left with a sense of utter confusion. He watched as the Alpha male gave the follower directions, then leaned down and sunk his teeth into his shoulder, drawing blood. The male looked like he absolutely loved it, bringing a look of disgust across his features. That wolf was insane. But now it was making sense to him why that wolf gave him such a look of hatred. The alpha was the one marking his followers, and that Beta male adored him with every fiber of his being. So it seemed he did hate Ronin for being marked by another. He considered him a blasphemer, even though the brindled male had no intention of having a hole punched in the tip of his ear by a wolf he literally just met and only gave himself up to so he wouldn't be outright murdered. That crazy wolf began making his way towards Beelzebub, and consequently, himself. He tensed up visibly and moved back a few steps, ears straight forward and lips parted in preparation for a fight. He may not dare challenge the battle-hardened male while it was obvious that the other wolves would surely join in, but he had a feeling if the crazy one were to attack him, the others would sit back and watch to see what happened and how long it would take before Ronin would die. But of course, before the inked out male spoke to Beel, he circled Ronin a few times and stopped when he looked at his ear once more. Instantly he was in that rage again, and Ronin found himself straightening up and rearing back to look at the male fully. The crazy one spat half sentences at him, calling him an impostor, a fake. Disgusting breath made his nose scrunch up, snuffing as he felt spittle flying from the male's lips as he spoke. He hated this one, that he knew for sure. A dark head snapped back to Beelzebub, pushing the newcomer with a shadowed tail. Ronin moved away from him so he wasn't touching him anymore, fighting the urge to snap at him for getting into his space so deliberately and refusing to get out of it. Ky volunteered Beel to come with him to do whatever it was that his Alpha had instructed him to do, throwing his weight into Ronin and shoving him in a direction. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a growl as the 40 pounds the male had on him made him lose his balance. The insane one went on walking, never looking back to see if Beel had followed. When he started moving, Ronin was caught in an internal struggle. Should he follow Beel and the other guy into the woods, or should he stay near Bella within the group and prepare himself to leave? Well, he didn't really have a choice as Beelzebub made him get moving into the trees. Grumbling, the young adult got his feet moving, and as they stumbled through the trees he became aware of the bloodstains of past murders. How had he not seen any of this before? If he had, he would have ran and never looked back. But here he was now, following an insane wolf into the trees to do whatever the stumbling male had been told to do. Suddenly the winds changed and they picked up a new scent, one different from the rot and decay that seemed to permeate through the area. It wasn't rogues, either, as these wolves had a distinct scent. They were part of a pack. He was suddenly very aware of what this crazy follower had in mind when he addressed his captor with some pet name, going off course to head for the scent of the pack wolves. Ronin realized quickly he may be about to witness his first murder at the hands of this cult group. They kept moving, and as it became more apparent that they were getting closer, the blacked out male became normalized in his steps, no longer staggering and wobbling, and crouching low, now silent in his movements. This was in preparation to catch prey, not to attack an outsider. His orange eyes widened as he noticed this, realizing the crazy one thought of other wolves as prey to be toyed with and killed freely, and maybe even eaten. There was only the two of them here, he could probably outrun them with him being lighter than the two brutes. He looked around, attempting to think of an escape route as Ky spoke low to Beelzebub and made plans for their attack. Ronin froze, wondering if he should just run for it or if he should yell, tell the pack wolves to get the hell out of there before they were made victims of this maniac. There was the fact that if he ran away silently, the crazy one may be more preoccupied with the strangers who wandered too far from home than on chasing him. He felt awful for considering letting others die so that he could possibly escape the brutal treatment of this pack, but it was painfully obvious to him at this point that escaping would require the sacrifice of another to distract them from himself. Eyes now trained on the two males crouched in front of him, he took a few careful steps backwards, silently, seeing if either of them would notice him slipping behind them further away. He held his breath anxiously, unaware of the crazy one's plans to use him to attack the intruders. He took another two steps backwards, then froze, so in case they did look back at him he would just appear to be frozen in apprehension, not like he was desperately looking for an escape route out of here. @beelzebub Beta Ky |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 17:13:08 GMT -8
Well...things were not going well. To be completely honest, these past 6 months have been the worst of Stanley's short life. The protection, the warmth, the family he had been promised was but a deception, an enormous lie that had exteded itself for way longer than it should have. Only one who was good to him after his first day was Maleah, but even then...even with her company, stuff couldn't be any harsher, and he was just barely getting used to this.
Vivaldi's training had done it's purpose, he reckoned. Oh yeah, he had been training with the head bitch of Mortiul since his initiation began. The brown male noticed how much he had improved since the start though, he had gotten stronger, tougher. Hell, he could actually stand his ground now. But no matter how useful it might have been, it wasn't worth it. Constant beatings, verbal degradation and even making him consume his own kin. It definitely wasn't, but it's not like the young Mexican Grey had a choice in the matter.
Biting into a certainly unfortunate rodent that came across him, Stan savoured his meal, enjoying it with every fiber of his taste buds, feeling relieved that he was not consuming his own species this time around, eating as much of the small animal as he could. Returning back to the territory of his pack, he spotted the figure of Maruysa, the welcomer, the eldest of the pack.
She was the one who had gotten him into this mess, the one who had promised comfort and love, and not long after he had seen her eating a wolf they had just murdered in cold blood. The sole sight of her was sickening, gave him nausea, his body just couldn't cope with the memories. But even then, after all that had happened, he still has to obey.
Closing in, looking to the ground, his ears down, the male asked. "Is there anything you need assistence with, ma'am?"
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Male
10 MO.
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24 Posts
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Post by Apprentice Varuna on Nov 27, 2018 12:39:20 GMT -8
PUP VARUNA
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IGNASIA
Varuna felt a little accomplished by getting his sister to play with him. Rarely did the twins play, which always weirded him out, at least a little. Growing up he had gotten used to it and didn’t think much of their attitudes towards play. But with Tiny seeming to be leaving them, he was left without the one thing that he could push around. Growling out in frustration that Imset was staying on her paws, he reared upwards and attempted to get onto her back.
Biting at her scruff and neck, he paid little to no mind of the adults seeming to gather in preparation to leave. His adventure outside of their little group left him without knowledge of the events for the day. Letting out yips he bounced away from her when he realized he was too light to efficiently push her over. Instead, he play bowed before charge at her side, attempting another, more aggressive shoulder bump in an attempt to get her on her side or back. Varuna was having fun and in no way showed true aggression towards his oldest sister.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2018 20:55:26 GMT -8
That ugly ginger pup was lucky he moved before she had her dad come to pull him out from between 'Xalie's' legs. If he had stopped her from seeing her future, she would have gotten someone else to cut his off entirely. With a pristine blonde pelt staying isolated from her brother's as they walked side by side, Perci glared up at the Shaman with expectant eyes. The creature seemed to either struggle with the English language, or her father's friend hadn't been doing a good enough job of teaching her how to see the future. The lack-lustre response that the Shaman stuttered out was, "Your future, yes um... I see something very obvious, who wouldn't? You're going to grow up successful and with great power. Now excuse me, pup, gotta run!" Perci coughed out an offended laugh. That was IT? She already knew she was going to do great things, she was already the best pup in the entire litter, and probably the most valuable life in the world. How she would somehow not do great things, was a mystery. "GOTTA RUN!?!?" Perci screeched, her steps halted momentarily, "We were sent on some stupid, dirty, horrible mission to find gross tasting plants that, like, no one even needs, and you say 'gotta run' as if you're ditching us!? No, no, no! Someone as great as me is not getting stuck here with some ALIEN that can't even tell the future! This, this is... BULLSHIT!" Perci's body practically blazed with anger, the naughty word that she had heard from her mother rolling off her tongue easily. Trembles of rage moved through the tiny body, her breaths coming out in short pants as she slowly began to calm down. "Come on Tern, Sauron looks like he's staying here, the loser, so let's get this over with and go home. Dad's all busy with his buddy, we're practically stuck here," the she-pup growled out, her steps resuming again. The princess stomped through the forest, her paws becoming muddy just making her mood worsen. Watching which plants Xalie chose for her pile, Perci maliciously chose some random leaves, purposefully avoiding the ones she wanted. She spat them into the pile, mixing the useless wet leaves with whatever herbs the Shaman was supposed to be collecting. In an uncharacteristic move, the blonde pup leaned up against the wolf she considered to be her twin. She was just so bored with this outing. She didn't care about plants, the alien was obviously incapable of even making up a good lie about seeing her future, and the other alien that came with them had quickly peeled off, something that Perci was now jealous of. Muttering into Tern's fur, Persephone announced, "Let's just go back, Tern. This is so boring, and my paws are all dirty."Being the best pup in the litter had its benefits, the best one being that she was in charge of her brothers. Knowing that Tern would follow her if she simply turned back, Persephone pushed herself off of him and began to trace their path back. She already regretted leaning on Tern. Her pelt felt like it was crawling with inferior germs. She would need a bath when she reached the adults again. As she came upon the adults, she listened in on their discussion of moving the two groups to the mountains. Now that was just horrible. The journey would be long, sweaty, difficult, and disgusting as a whole. Today was not a good day for keeping the mood of the most important wolf in the woods happy. Just to make it worse, the ginger moron that had impeded her progress before decided to pipe up, "Maybe if you survive this trip, I'll introduce myself and tell you for future for free. Although, I wouldn't keep my hopes up." Whatever facial spasm he was having, it wasn't attractive at all. Persephone sneered back at him, making a beeline for the ugly hues of brown that had promised her a future prediction. "... by Adjenti’s blessings and grace, the anointed will surely walk onwards," the entitled pup gave him the privilege to finish addressing his wolves before she stormed up to him. "Listen here, whatever bullshit you just tried to pull with the whole 'future telling' thing, I didn't get a future from your Shaman. It wasn't even a good lie. So you better ask this Adjenti bum to enlighten your brain and give me at least something believable before we're stuck on the road together for the next however long and I will never leave you alone until I get my future told," her squeaky voice demanded, blazing chocolate eyes staring up into the male's blood red orbs. Anger fizzed within each nerve of the pup's body, an unfortunately unattractive scowl placed on her face. A tiny tail whipped back and forth behind her, just another display of her rage. @xalie @tern @sauron Apprentice Varuna @koga @beelzebub OOC: Karasu, don't take this to heart, Perci's just a total cow. The original plot was for Xalie and Quentin to take Persephone and Tern on a herb adventure. I'd highly recommend you read over the past few threads, especially Xalie's posts, in order to build confidence with roleplaying your newly adopted character <3 There's also a document that details all of the cultists' details that you can find here here's the doc |
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Ignasia
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Nanny
Female
3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Dec 2, 2018 19:39:56 GMT -8
“ One of her Alphess' most prized pups approached the seated nanny, the flaming son of Adjetni strutting over after a small exchange with one of Beelzebub's most ornery pups. "No opinion. It is just a walk, Miss Maleah. No opinion." Imset's blunt and flavourless response was just what Maleah needed to hear. The pup was at least conscious and alert enough to respond, likely not feeling the most comfortable with the situation not glued to Anubis' side. As Varuna began to play tussle with his sister, Maleah's eyes turned to Koga as he began to speak once more.“If you believe it is beneficial, then surely it must be so. Maleah has my permission to accompany Tiny for training, as long as you ensure it isn’t detrimental to her focus. We’ll depart and travel with you as far as the mountainside. Afterwards, we’ll establish our own territories. Meeting adjourned. The future is looking glorious, brother," the Prophet's words sent a beaming smile back onto her face. Flicking her jade gaze over to the smallest pup, the reciprocated beam on her face was enough to reassure her that everything would be okay. As the two pups next to her began to play a little bit rougher, Maleah's gaze was drawn to Ky, the inky monster nearly attacking the newest member of Mortiul before nearly melting at the sound of her Alpha's voice. “Maleah, gather and prepare your charges. They’ve a long journey ahead of them. As for the rest of you, you all heard Adramalach’s command. Best to begin moving. Prepare accordingly. The journey will be treacherous, but by Adjenti’s blessings and grace, the anointed will surely walk onwards," the Prophet's channelling of Adjetni's will was reassuring to the nanny. She knew how malevolent their God could be, and she hoped that by keeping the Prophet's offspring safe, Adjetni would spare her from his wrath. Though she was marked by a holy claw, she assumed that the marks would only protect her from tangible threats. Those of a God would come to fruition, no matter how many scars littered her face and body.
With Adjenti's reassurance in place, Maleah turned to the two pups by her side, Varuna's increasingly grandiose attacks prompted her into action. As the fiery male bounded towards his sister, Maleah recognized the lack of anger within his actions, but still stepped in. Gently nipping the only son of her Alphess by his scruff, the gentle nanny lifted the pup a few inches, a small chuckle leaving her lips."Now, now, Varuna. Let's not cause any unnecessary accidental injuries before we have to walk up a mountain, hm?" With a gentle smile at the pair of pups, she turned her gaze to Anubis, giving a small, inviting flick of her head towards the pup still camped out near her father. Lastly, Tiny. The nanny wasn't sure if her favoured pup was, in Koga's eyes, one of her charges. Would she travel with Vivaldi and occasionally be visited by the nanny, or would it be the opposite where Tiny would travel with her parents and be trained by Vivaldi? Hopefully, it would all be worked out, but by Koga and Marusya's blatant abandonment of their youngest daughter, it was likely that Tiny would remain in Mortiul's custody.
At last, a ginger form made his way onto the scene, instantly moving towards Marusya as he had been trained to."Is there anything you need assistance with, ma'am?" Stanley's mornings started like this often, asking Marusya if she needed anything, and usually, she would send him on a mundane errand. For a few weeks, Maleah had missed the company of her gingerbread friend as Vivaldi trained him under her regime. However, when he returned, he wasn't the same at all. He was hardened, almost as if he had been through a war and back without ending up with a single scratch. No longer did the pair of them share a soft personality and shy tendencies. Both had matured and flourished with the help of Koga and Marusya, but it seemed that Maleah had evolved while Stanley had been forcibly changed. The male somehow lost his warm cocoa scent, instead, losing it to blend in with the rest of Ignasia. He simply wasn't the same anymore. Once upon a time, Maleah thought she actually could have been falling for him, but him being stolen away and trained by Vivaldi ruined him.
A sickening thought struck Maleah. What if the joy in Tiny's system was completely snuffed out by Vivaldi as well? It was definite that the young pup would stop calling her 'Mama,' but would she stop viewing her as her mother figure? Of course, Maleah would have to be okay with that, she was never meant to be the pups' mother, only their caretaker. It would sting, but she would accept it. If Tiny lost the beautiful happy nature that she had within her, it would be more devastating than losing Stanley's. Not letting her invasive thoughts show on the outside, Maleah turned her attention back to her Alpha and Alphess, wondering if the three pups she had gathered up were the total number they wanted her to travel with, or if she was to get Tiny as well. The slender Iberian hadn't missed the disapproving look the Prophet had given her when Tiny had arrived with the rest of the pups. It seemed that he didn't want his youngest at all, and would likely let her simply travel with Vivaldi and the rest of Beelzebub's litter. Marusya was more of a wild card. She had ordered Xalie to bring over four bundles of herbs instead of three, so maybe her youngest was slowly growing on her? It wasn't safe to make assumptions about the Prophet or the Prophet's heirs, especially while in their presence, so instead, Maleah kept her gaze towards Koga and Marusya, hoping they would direct her on the number of pups they expected her to bring along with them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 0:08:43 GMT -8
"Now, now, you don't have to fight over me," cocky words rolled out of the male's mouth, the shorter male standing up in a manner that was traditionally threatening. Quentin left his face blank, only cocking one eyebrow at the male. As if Quentin would want to fight something so boring. He was doing a favour for the cultists, something he deeply regretted doing now that so many wolves had decided to interact with him. The alien being let a bored deep chocolate gaze bore into the male's until the rogue turned to Psyche. Coward. Looking away for some sort of comfort and normality just after a silent challenge to a battle, it was just foolish. The ginger male released a small chuff, listening in to what the male had to say. "I’m here because I saw a she-wolf I’m desperate to meet, and... as you are aware, I’ve been here for a while and to not notice your pack’s acts would cast me in the light of an idiot, which I’m not. I request for you to bring me to the white she-wolf that is still pregnant, I wish to swear my life away to her for the rest of my eternity,” the rogue's monologue was amusing as hell. He had incorporated himself into a cult over the past few months, and not even that was as dumb as whatever bullshit just spewed from the other male's mouth. I want to dedicate myself to one wolf meeehmehmeh disgusting. Quentin could have vomited. Not to mention the fact that in the same speech saying he wasn't an idiot, he wanted to pledge himself to one very pregnant Alphess that was currently the mate of a demon. Mhmm. Sure. "Well," Quentin began, drawing the male's attention back onto him, "Since you've obviously proven that you're entirely mentally sound, we'll escort you back. It's your funeral." Immediately, the maned wolf turned back, finding the similarly scented female he had accompanied staring off into space with a small bundle of leaves in the snow. Brushing his tail up her spine, starting at the tail and ending at her neck, Quentin curled around the female, his mouth close to her large ear. "Come back to the real world, babe. We have to get back to your Sir with your herbs and this idiot here that wants to give himself over to Viv," he whispered into her ear, a cruelly flirtatious tone present in his voice as it was whenever he talked to her. The group of pups that Koga had dumped on them hadn't followed Xalie over to the rogue. Hopefully, they had died, but it was more likely that they had simply headed back, just as infuriated with Xalie's overly happy personality as he could be. The alien male padded ahead of the group of wolves returning to the main group, lumbering stilts leading the way. Sadly, the pups had arrived back at the commune before some predator or other cultist had killed them, the leader of the bundle screeching at Koga as he approached with the rogue. Instead of moving towards the oaken male, the maned wolf diverted himself over to Vivaldi, the one female that this male seemed to want to pledge himself to. "Vivaldi," the male called out once Adramalech had finished talking to his pregnant mate, "You were saying you wanted a nanny right? How about a manny? This stalker that's been hanging around has practically fallen in love with you, so here you go." Quentin practically shoved the male forwards, depositing the disappointing package of a wolf with his new mistress before returning back to the cult leaders, Koga and Marusya. He was unaware of the psycho that had been sent to retrieve him and his little party, so he ended up lingering by Xalie as he usually did. He rested his head on her back, no matter how much she squirmed and moved, he would move with her until she allowed him to rest his head on her. @silas @psyche @vivaldi Alpha Adramalech @koga @marusya |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 6:26:12 GMT -8
Xalie whimpered as he continued to flirt with her, but she eventually just laid down and relaxed, accepting defeat. The tall female sighed, resting her slender ginger head on her long blackened brown paws, and looked sideways at the male who looked so much like her. She wagged her tail a bit, even though she disliked his behavior, she was still willing to be friendly. "Hey Quentin.... wanna play chase?" She asked, her short tail moving slightly quicker from side to side, beating gently against the ginger male's side. The leaves at her feet were not forgotten, but she had been doing little but serious work lately, and her energy was pent up inside, desperate for a reason to burn some of it off. Xalie pricked up her long ears, her deep mocha colored orbs opened wide to the male, the fiery energy and wiry need pent up like a flame in their gaze. As she breathed, cold puffs of air dissipated into the chilly winter air. Xalie's hyper nature was getting the best of her, and she began to tap her slender front legs on the ground impatiently. She didn't want to know what he had been talking about with those other wolves, she didn't want to have to worry. She squirmed a little, attempting to raise her rump in a playful bow. "C'mon Quentin, let's play!" She finally said, quite loudly in fact, disrupting to the commotion in her own ears and a flash of embarrassment engulfed her for a split second. Infidel Quentin @psyche @silas @vivaldi Alpha Adramalech @koga @marusya |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 15:02:41 GMT -8
Xechasménos bared her ivories in irritation. Despite her narcissism and egotism, she still required company to remain at least a little sane. Her left acoustic flicked, hoping some organism would resound a resonation. Her haunting gaze flickered, working alongside her auditals- the ashen pupils dancing about in a strangely rhythmic manner. Xechasménos desired to part her chops and vociferate vehemently about matters no lupinian would be able to fathom- just uninterpretable ramblings to relieve herself of the stress of unabating solus.
With a smooth, seamless motion, the incredibly large canis lupus oscillated forthward. Her gargantuan mitts cuffed the terra firma with downtempo and impetus. Treating her banner as if it were a whip, she lashed it in pique and vexation. With a continuous trot, Xechasménos trailed off.
"Should'a been a good doggy, Xech. Should'a been a good doggy."
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