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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 20:39:07 GMT -8
 Marusya, efficient as always, quickly nudges Tiny forward and presents conditions that were, altogether, rather reasonable. Adramalech swiftly agrees, and having had her say, the winter coated bitch sits back to listen to the ongoing conversation with a keen ear. Her silence continues through the discussion of Miyako's future pups; she had little interest in children that were not her own. That interest now encompassed Tiny - just barely. Now, get your shit together, and let’s get ready to go. An amused snort escapes her; never let it be said that Adra was a tactful leader. This amusement persists in her expression as the shadowy brute approaches her, delivering a lick to her shoulder. She responds in turn with a nip to the side of his muzzle as he pulls away. To her, the slightly affectionate mannerisms she displayed were those of a partnership - but, to be frank, never a mateship. He was the sire to her pups, and with that title would always be a bit of fondness if not, in some time, friendship - however, the children she carried were at heart a business transaction. I hope this travel won’t be too uncomfortable since you’re transporting children inside of you. Let me know if you need to take a break. She grins, a fierce bearing of teeth. “You know I’d sooner let Ako take my place than display even an iota of weakness to your wolves. But I will let you know.” Soon enough, our offspring will be born and terrorizing the pack. She releases a chortle at this. “Oh yes, this pack and others, once your plans come to fruition.”
Her attention is pulled from the Alpha as someone calls her name. Turning to see one of Koga’s fox-creatures approaching, she raises a brow. Frankly, her association with the cultists was usually limited to training them, something the male had been thoroughly disinterested in. However, judging by the cream brute trailing behind Quentin, this may prove to be interesting. You were saying you wanted a nanny, right? How about a manny? Her eyes narrow. Trust this new male with her future offspring? What exactly made Quentin think he was suitable? This stalker that’s been hanging around has practically fallen in love with you, so here you go. …… ah. How quaint. “Is that so?” She sneers, voice a low drawl. The frosty bitch was self aware; she knew she was cold and altogether unappealing in both her scars and her indifference. How this male could decide he was devoted to her - let alone without speaking to her even once - was beyond her. But obsession was a type of loyalty in and of itself, and at the very least, it would ensure that her children would not be harmed. Hellfire eyes focus on the strange brute as Quentin departs. “I sincerely hope you did not come to me expecting returned affections, darling.” The endearment is practically dripping with sarcasm. “Your job while you are here will be to ensure the safety of my pups once they are born.” Leaning in close, she pulls her lips back so that he can feel the threatening scrape of her fangs upon his ear as she speaks. “Rest assured, any harm that comes to them will be inflicted upon you tenfold.”
Pulling back as the group finishes the last of their business in the Dry Woods, the cultist’s howls offering a suitably dramatic finale before their departure, Vivaldi would turn with a beckoning swish of her tail before beginning the trek to their new home. “I am Vivaldi, but you will address me as Alphess.” She does not bother asking for his name - not yet. He would have to earn that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 15:47:13 GMT -8
The longer he lay there in the snow, the further the reality of his situation was burned into his mind. He was really going to die here. In maybe an hour, whenever Beel returned he would be toyed with until he dropped dead. It was the end of the line. He had tempted fate by staying close to the territory because he was stupid and curious. Well, Ronin certainly wasn't curious about this pack anymore. Oh how he wished he would have seen the section of woods covered in blood from the pack's past escapades hunting wolves. He wished he wasn't so desperate for contact, or if he was that he would have chosen a pack less hidden away. He should have taken the hint and made himself scarce. But there was no time for what if's or would have's now. Fate was sealed, his future was written. He couldn't even put up a fight against one large white wolf; there was no way he was going to make it if he tried to attack the brute's leg and try to run again. o, he had learned already. He was going to die, there was no point making it more painful and drawn-out. He was approached by a male who seemed to want nothing more than to rile him up or just plant a seed of doubt in his mind. The wolf circled him and mocked him for running, telling him what he already knew. He made no motion or sound to acknowledge him, or Ky, or the white wolf, or anyone. He was simply going through the motions of accepting his death and waiting for the executioner. Around him, the pack was still moving, paying almost no attention to the piece of meat that was brought back into the area with them. The mate of the one Ky looked up to approached, and again he got another scolding for trying to run. Once upon a time, he would have argued that he could have made it if the spy wasn't hanging around, and that Ky and Beel were so preoccupied with their own made-up mission that they didn't even notice he ran until he was already gone, but he knew better. That, and he had no energy left to put up a fight. The female gave Ky orders to mark him as a traitor, but why Ronin couldn't tell. Did they just want to scar him before letting Beelzebub deal with him so they could leave his body as a warning for others who may stumble upon the area when this pack was long gone into the mountains? Were they planning on keeping him alive and torturing him or making an example out of him like the pregnant one? He would kill himself willingly before he became a pack mule. At this point it didn't matter how he died, he knew it was coming today or soon. With this pack, he wasn't going to survive for long, even if they didn't kill him. if they didn't eat him or use him as an example, he felt he would still suffer in one way or another and end up without his life. While the alphess addressed everyone and began her ceremony, Ronin lay where he was dropped still, body limp as if he were already dead. Her words went in one ear and right out the other, him floating in his mind and dissociating consciously. He didn't want to be completely present when Beel ripped his legs off. It would hurt less that way. @maryusa Beta Ky Delta Cayden @beelzebub Alpha Adramalech @koga |
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Post by General Red on Jan 16, 2019 17:29:06 GMT -8
Rogue Red
The new face approached the group, Red facing the arrival with a guarded but open stance. Evergreen mirrors watched the stranger closely but he showed no hostility so she was easy to let her guard down as Eureka responded first. Of course she did, she smelt of pack so any pack would look to her as a potential leader before another rogue.
Smiling at the new friend, she lead them to their new area. Making bed she leaned closely to Eureka, shooting a smile at Drace. “Both your names are quite pretty,” she complimented them before looking to Draco teasingly. “You’re a chatterbox, you better stop talking or I might go deaf,” she laughed at her own playful joke. The atmosphere was nice, something she hadn’t had since Athena and Gideon.
Not letting those images ruin her mood a noise outside caught her attention. Perking up, her guard remained down as a black mass approached. At first he appeared fine until a switch seemed to flick on. All hell broke loose.
Eureka charged first, into the bush. Bad choice, was the first thought flicked in her head. “I’ll get her,” she yelled charging afterwards. She only hoped that the three she left behind could handle that one wolf. She knew that Ridley knew how to deal. But if Eureka, a skilled packwolf, bolted then perhaps the others first reaction would be to bolt as well.
However, with the blizzard going on and the cover of the thicket of trees gone, she lost sign of the she-wolf. Hiding away in a clump of trees, the only smart choice would be to wait until the blizzard passed. Staying low, she tried to wait the storm out. Then a set of black paws passed in front of her hiding spot. Pushing herself back she hoped that he wouldn’t be able to squeeze in here.
Laying low, she tried to stick on her original plan. Time ticked by slowly, she felt like she was there for years before the wind seemed to calm down. She waited a little longer before trying to move out.
Pain. Pain.
Blinding flashes of white light flashed in front of her eyes. Then black.
Her mind couldn’t handle the intense pain and her bodies reaction was to shut down.
Coming to only a short moments later she couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Panic set in before red seared over her head. More pain. Nothing but pain. Then black again.
This time she was awoken by pain and warmth. This warmth was familiar, in a way. This warmth came from a body. Blinking to see Eureka not too far away. Was she always there?
The stranger went to tending to her next. Mouth dry she cracked her lips and a hoarse hissed out. Another movement of her tongue to try to talk. A shudder of pain as she closed her eyes. Taking breaths to rest, she opened them once more.
“Thank you,” she hissed, she must of screamed quite a lot for her throat felt like she swallowed sticker bushes. “Careful, enemy… group,” she tried to warn, hoping that they wont leave them. Hopefully move them somewhere warmer. But she wanted them to be safe and warned.
Then she let herself drift into sleep and passing out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2019 19:01:36 GMT -8
Perci's complains were all but white noise for Tern at this point. Blah, blah, my fur is dirty, blah, blah they don't deserve to touch me, blah, blah just shut up already! Of course, it would be unnatural of him to voice his own, but the void of spite that his mind was right now would do just fine. As long as he had his own conciousness to keep him entertained, Percephone could cry and whine 'til the heat death of the universe, it wasn't of his concern.
Something broke the sound barrier stablished, though. A different voice, with much, much more intimidating and imponent tone to it. The sound caught the black pup's attention, making him turn his head towards its source. The owner of the voice was female, skinny and way taller than both of them put together, her fur made out of a mix of light browns, assertiveness on her eyes. Because of his analysis, the pup missed some of her dialogue, but still managed to hear a good portion of it.
"-you should be careful. We can also deal out curses, especially ones that make mouthy brats turn into ugly prey, ripe for the killing. Now scram before I gobble you up". For the first time in a while, Tern couldn't come up with something negative to think. She was, not only shutting his sister up, which for a change was fucking awesome, but also capable of cursing and magic and who knows what kind of other weird stuff. After just standing there like a dork for a couple more seconds, he decided to finally lend a faw to her twin, who still hadn't gotten up yet.
Someone had to zip her mouth, sooner or later. Nimbling at Perci's back ever so carefully, lifting her up a bit to kickstart her own movement, Tern did his best to help her back up. He couldn't stand her constant whining nor she could stand his "inferior" presence but, they were siblings at the end of the day, they had to have each other's back.
"Should we get back to dad and the others, sis?", was the only sentence that came out of the pup, not wanting to upset her already short-fused sister even more.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 0:19:25 GMT -8
Vaas.
If I'm still alive then Hell must be full.
| In a moment, chaos had become stones pelted on open wounds. Her worn ears strained at the varied tones ticking, ticking with grand foreboding, for it was only a matter of time before she would fall subject to its imposing tide. She dwelled along the tree-line expectantly in no rush at all. There was a tick in the colotomic rhythm where she settled her attention; the pattern of relentlessly pursuant snarls and prevenient yips of pain always seemed to end on a breath, a period during which both predator and prey simultaneously collected themselves and prepared for the pattern to resume again. Like that, nature breathed, and just so, it could pause at any moment and snicker as hell ensued. It had quite the wicked sense of humor.
There was a particular waft that traveled to her amongst the colorful arrangement of fragrances marking the opposite side of the clearing. Vaas had to convince every muscle in her body not to react to it. It was heavy, not so abridged like the others, and she could isolate it from the rest without making any effort to. She would have liked to leave then, but her numb feet propelled her towards the source. She could not dare open her eyes until the storm of screams had finally leveled to long, tired whimpers. She peered from the tree-line, eyelids barely making room for her to take in the aftermath of the ambush. She wished they hadn't opened at all.
You...
She could not peel her eyes from their ragged forms, and she could not help but to recall exactly who they where⏤what they were, and she could not help but scream into the air above her with a voice too old and abraded to work well. "You bitch! You stupid, repulsive thing!" She wrapped around the tree and shot herself back into the woods where she continued to shout maniacal insults at a sister who was not there. That hideous, worthless creature did it. And suddenly all of Vaas's anger towards herself for letting her sister die and leaving her ineffectual children to die, too, had found its way back to where it belonged. Right up front and center where she could not possibly neglect it.
Her eyes were pinned shut, lashes secured to what would have been the bags beneath her eyes, and she laughed incessantly at nature's will as she heaved her breaths to contain her tears. She felt herself finally mortalizing and could at last make the decision that it was time to end her life.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 1:08:21 GMT -8
ROGUE SILAS
Silas thought that he would have been able to hold himself at least somewhat confidently and professionally. However, all of that melted away as he stood in front of her, his tail limp and his head parallel with his spine, mouth even slightly parted as if in shock. His eyes was trained on her snout while she talked and moved to her chest, and the rest of her body.
Up close she was a Goddess. He already knew that she was but in person, she took his breath away. Unable to do nothing but bow he listened to her sweet voice. Whether or not her tone’s were music to other’s ears he did not care. He only cared for her; her desires and wants, needs and ambitions. Anything she wanted he would aim to achieve.
Except for dying.
Silas was about self preservation, and only would put his life at risk if she was or her pups. Otherwise, he would never fight to the death or charge head first into battle like a moran. Instead he planned to show his loyalty in other ways. Fetching prey, tending to her bedding, and never stepping out of line. Well, at least attempting to. He didn’t know her buttons quite yet and could predict he might upset her within the next few weeks while he learned her ins and outs.
He let his ears perk forward as she spoke and when she leaned in close his breath caught. The venom gave him goosebumps and he couldn’t help but smirk at her words. Not in disrespect but in admiration and adoration. Perhaps he was masochist at heart? Not one to dwell on such a thought too long, he followed after her, giving some space between them.
“Yes, Alphess, I am to please,” he spoke softly from behind her, finally able to muster up enough confidence to speak. His eyes held a slight teasing glint to them, what with the half smirk and all, but in no way did he mean any disrespect.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2019 14:19:08 GMT -8
Miyako was not so naïve as to assume she was her master’s only slave. All his wolves could be considered such, truthfully, but there were a select few he cherished. They were his pets, his children, his carefully-sculpted creations, crafted and cast into perfect molds of whatever he wanted them to be, set apart from such frivolous rabble as herself. Even now, as her master commanded his favorite slave, she couldn’t help but be fascinated at the animal he’d made. He was Ky, the darkest creature she’d ever seen, and stood incapable of even the simplest means of communication. Existence, in his eyes, revolved around ensuring her master’s happiness. Whether that entailed assassination, assault, or — she unconsciously slipped her tail round her swollen belly — using a she-wolf such as herself the way he had, he’d do it for the faintest twitch of her master’s tail. She was sensationally afraid of him, perhaps more so than Beel, for she knew even Beel somewhat valued the lives she could surrender. Ky, contrarily, had no use for such triviality. While she felt some relief as he departed, cackling delightedly at the havoc he knew he’d wreck completing his task, it was, at best, a temporary feeling. Nothing good ever quite lasted in Ignasia. Her moment’s peace was purged the moment Quentin set his eyes on her. She fixed her flushed gaze firmly ahead, determined to destroy and seal any trace of that leering smirk from her vision. Quentin reminded her of her master. She was surprised they hadn’t gotten along better. Did they not glean the same perversions and pleasures from life, the same cruel delight in causing pain? "How'd you end up here, hmm?” She trembled, shuddered under his breath. “I remember clear as day when Beelzebub found you. You were so perfect back then, so pure, and yet,” he hissed. “Here you are now. Plump with pups you don't want but can't get rid of. Not even pretty anymore.” She whimpered, then squealed in terror under his touch as the clouded black cusp of his tail struck her sides. She lurched forwards, her stomach twisting and turning as her balance swam, blackening precariously while her womb tumbled within her. "Maybe they'll feel our kicks instead of us seeing theirs.” Miyako gasped as she attempted to regain a ragged breath. “Your poor precious children growing up to be carbon copies of their father,” Quentin sneered, enjoying the show. Some horrible thing that you had the responsibility of making and caring for. You're just as much a monster as—” Miyako stopped listening, quivering as she attempted to summon the only words that would ever drive Quentin off. “Leave—me—alone,” She hissed, summoning a voice that hadn’t been used since her master first laid claim to her. “I-I-I-I will tell h-ii-i-i-m you hurt me. Slash my shou-ou-ou-lder to b-b-b-bone. Say it was yo-ou-ou.” She gagged, each word ebbing thickly in her throat as it came in slow, monotonous syllables. “He-e-e-e-e ha-a-a-a-a-tes you. Will ki-i-i-i-ll you. Lea-a-ve or I tell.” Quentin departed, but not due to her words. He’d simply found a fresh target. A poor male that’d been fetched straight from another’s jaws in a failed escape attempt — what idiocy, she seethed. Ignasia and Mortiul laid claim to their prisoners for the rest of their lives, to even dream of the outside was foolish. And to act on them no less! Yet she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of sorrow as the slave resigned himself to death, no doubt terrified at the horrors Quentin had saddled his ears with. Her mistress demanded he be branded a traitor. It was then, as her eyes flew to fur that she realized he had no mark. He was new, and fresh, and perhaps even good, but that would be wrecked within a week. All ended with the mark. An old, dead emotion lightly ebbed within her, the faintest, slightest flicker of determination to do something good. No matter what, Ky would not mark him. Marusya had assigned Stanley as her guard. She remembered him, the wolf that existed before Vivaldi and Mortiul. They had ruined him, in the same way they would doubtlessly ruin this new one. Stanley wasn’t even alive anymore, just a hollow, empty husk of something that once was. She decided to test it, to see if anything left of him remained. “Stanley,” She sung gently, beneath her breath so Marusya wouldn’t hear. “D-o-o you re-mem-ber me? Mi-ya-ko?” She pressed herself against him, hoping to hear just a flicker of breath, a quick thump in his pulse. “I remember you. Yo-ou were good once. I re-mem-ber.” She pulled herself away, her spirits falling as she realized how gone he was. “Stan-ley,” she whispered, “I wi-ish you hadn’t died. I mi-s-s you.” They were now leaving, and participating in the ritual that came with such. Miyako flinched as she drew her paw up, tentatively setting tooth against flesh as she pierced her paw. She softly set it down, wavering as she joined the howl. As the others were distracted with the toast, she inched her way back towards where the new slave lay. “He-e-ello,” she breathed softly, before striking his exposed hind with a bleeding forepaw, setting three small gashes into place. As he recoiled, she licked the wound absentmindedly, lost in recollections of how she’d received her own scars. “Don’t wo-or-ry. Quentin lies. Al-l-l of them lie. They do-on’t kill marked ones. Not even Be-el. You’re sa-afe.” She tenderly sniffed the spot Beel had marked him, fascinated with the symbol. “You’re go-o-d. But you won’t be. Bee-e-e-l will make su-ure. Don’t run. It’ll hu-urt at first. But the-e-en it won’t. I pro-o-omise.” Miyako paused, blankly staring ahead as she carefully swiped her tongue over her muzzle. She would have to leave this slave soon. “It do-oesn’t hurt much,” she mused, lost in memory as she began making her way back to Ignasia and her master before drawing her eyes up firmly. “I— I kn-o-ow it doesn’t.” Exit Into The Future Tagged @marusya @ronin @stanley Infidel Quentin |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 18:50:55 GMT -8
Her brother offered no support, no reassurance that he indeed still loved her while everyone else didn't. What a useless lump of fur. Why did she even tolerate him in the first place? Oh, that's right, she had to have one ally in this litter of pitiful lives and Sauron wasn't about to be it. With her tongue finished dragging all the disgusting world off her fur, Persephone swung her judgemental gaze around at all the wolves in the clearing. The oaken male was still bugging her with the lack of her future, so indignantly, the blonde bitch stood back up on short stubby legs. With her maw about to open and spill some more entitled comments, a huge dirty paw smacked her in the face. Her much smaller frame went sprawling, a cry of pain and insult. “Now, now, watch your tongue. We can read your future if we think you’re worthy, but you should be careful, we can also deal out curses, especially ones that make mouthy brats turn into ugly prey, ripe for the killing. Now scram before I gobble you up,” some horrendously plain bitch growled from above her. Perci didn't hold back the urge to spit at the female, the slobber glob falling far short of the departing psychopath. She wanted to find her dad, to have the peppered beast tear the horrible she-wolf apart for hurting and yelling at his littlest princess, but once again the litter were left on their own by their parents. "Should we get back to dad and the others, sis?" Terns stupid little voice suggested from beside her, his frame helping her delicate one back up onto her paws. Sneering at him, Perci huffed, "What others? Mom and Dad and Sauron and the rest? They're more boring than 'herb collection.' Let's just go." With a growl towards all the weird cultists screaming at the sky, Perci followed Adramalech and Vivaldi away from the horrible wolves. @tern @sauron @marusya Alpha Adramalech @vivaldi @anyoneelse |
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Jan 20, 2019 20:59:03 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | Adramalech mostly kept to himself during the time that he waited. It seemed that the wolves milled about, all taking their time to get ready. It annoyed him honestly, but he didn’t want to rush his pack too much. He already made himself clear that he wanted to leave shortly, but his brother had other ideas. He took off with his new playtoy that he had taken from Bellatrix. Swishing his tail behind him, Adramalech simply shook his head at his brothers’ antics. Of course he would choose now to go and meddle in some rogue business, but he would allow it, since his brother only spread their grasp further. Black eyes looked over his wolves as they milled about, the only one not doing anything was Koa. The female that he had tried mating with, but she had refused him multiple times. He had not tried forcing himself on her as she was their only Salutary at the moment, but her actions infuriated one by one. She had brought them down while traveling from the valley they previously resided in, tagging along with Ako and setting the pace far too slow to his liking. He had let this slide simply because she could heal his wolves, but he no longer wished to give the female special treatment. He had found a suitable carrier for his offspring, and thus her main purpose was already gone. Her skills as a Salutary were valuable, but he could always find another. Wolves in the wild who had Salutary abilities often offered them in exchange for their lives, and would obey him better than she ever did. He took a moment to consider his options, and then started moving forward towards the she-wolf.
Her lavender gaze met his black one, and she seemed to recognize the glint that was there. Malicious intent to immediately end her life. However, a very familiar feminine figure brought itself between him and his target, something he hadn’t expected. Lilith, his sister. She was blocking his path to the useless wolf that was standing there, staring in awe as she was being protected by the wolf that he had thought would always be loyal to him. This display was unexceptable, but he would give his sister a chance to step aside. “Lilith,” He spoke sternly, looking towards the she-wolf. “Move,” The simple command was enough to tell his sister what he wanted. He didn’t want to have to hurt her, but she had been around less since they had moved to this territory, which made him believe that she had become soft and taken on the more nurturing aspect that he had not wanted her to. She used to be such a conniving and loyal wolf, and now she was simply standing in his way, not saying anything for the moment. He didn’t like the way this was playing out, but his sister was not going to budge.
“You shouldn’t do this Adramalech,” She stated, looking towards him. “She could be of use after all,” She was stalling, trying to get him to change his mind. There was nothing that could change his mind right now, and he took a step forward, in which his sister mimicked, coming within an inch of his muzzle. He let out a small growl, her eyes locked with his as they stared each other down, neither willing to budge. Adramalech was much larger than his sister, and was much stronger. He could tear her apart in a instant if he wanted, so he wondered why she was standing up to him.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be coming up with excuses. Move aside Lilith or you won’t be able to,” He growled, words pouring from his mouth with malicious intent. He wanted to kill the she-wolf that had refused to give birth to his offspring, and kill the weakest link of his pack. Hatred swirled at the bottom of his heart, knowing full well that the female would have been suitable to help produce an army. As Lilith didn’t move, she snapped her jaws at Adramalech. That was the last straw. He burst forward, a snarl rising in his throat as he pinned his sister down, biting into her neck. She let out a yelp, more than likely grabbing other wolves’ attention, if the sudden movement hadn’t already. Quickly jerking his head and pulling, his sister’s neck snapped, her squirming ceased beneath him. Blood slowly leaked from her mouth, eyes agape with horror. He had seen the look on many victims, but seeing his sister dead only brought angry snarls rising from his throat. She betrayed him and protected a wolf that wasn’t worth protecting. Betraying him was something he couldn’t allow, not even from his own kin.
Looking towards Koa in that instant, the snarls still rushed from his maw, his body starting to move, carrying him directly to the female. “Insolent Salutary, you refuse to carry my offspring, you drag down my pack and you do nothing but be a nuisance,” He growled out. “You’ve done nothing useful in the time you’ve spent in my pack,” The words poured from his mouth as he circled around her. He came behind her rather quickly, her small body whipping around as she looked to him in terror. Nothing more was said as he attacked, her small body moving out of the way as she attempted to run. Growling, he chased after her, his speed wasn’t as fast as hers, but he was slowly catching up. As she turned, he cut quickly to her, bowling her over as he quickly grabbed onto her neck. She squirmed, causing his teeth to dig into the skin, blood welling at the punctures. He wasn’t going to kill her so far away from the pack. Instead, he dragged the yelping female back, her loud cries more than likely grabbing the attention of every wolf in the area as they appeared once more near the pack. Holding her in his jaws, he dug his teeth further into her neck, puncturing her windpipe and causing blood to spill over her beautiful gray pelt. Life slowly leaked from the female’s body, her twitching limbs coming to a stop soon after she lost the ability to breathe. He dropped her body next to his sisters, black optics looking over his pack. If not everyone had their attention on him, he would let out a howl, letting everyone in the pack know that dinner was served.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 18:22:21 GMT -8
From his vantage point near, but yet far enough away from everyone else, Quentin had ample opportunity to listen in to everyone. Most notably, the nanny's once boy toy's instructions from the head honcho's wife. “You’ll be assigned to Miyako, your orders are simple, you let her fall down or injure herself, you will be punished. You let her escape, you will be punished. You will protect her from other sources of threat, or you will be punished. Understood?” her brash words were chucked at the shell of a male with such little care that Quentin could almost admire it. That level of apathy towards one of Ignasia's pawns was the only attitude to have towards the creatures.
“We will travel in three groups close together. The first group will be composed of Psyche, Xalie, Maleah, and her charges. They will lead us and set the pace. Psyche follow the other groups scent closely, if we lose our way Koga knows the way and will move to the front at that time. The second group will compose of Stanley, Miyako, and Quentin. Stanley make sure Quentin knows the rules that apply to you apply to him. The last group will be composed of Koga, Ky, Cayden, and myself,” her sorting of the cultists gave Q all the more fun to be had. Stuck with a pushover and some swollen brat, this journey would be a hell for them. The maned wolf was well aware of what Stanley's orders were, and in turn, knew just how far he could push the prisoner on their journey. Her pathetic attempts to send him away before were comical. Splice open her shoulder? Then who would have the blood on their muzzle? She would be found out as a fraud instantly. How childish. Casting his dark chocolate gaze around to where the assorted wolves had left themselves, he found the pregnant she-wolf and the husk already conversing. The little bitch's words were far too soft for anyone but Stanley to hear, but he doubted that such conversations were allowed between the two. For now, he would leave them be. His presence would irk them enough on their journey.
Marusya's brash bark for the third time was getting increasingly annoying, “Let us worship Adjetni, stand with me and do as I do, everyone." It was at that point that Quentin tuned out entirely. Whatever stupid God they worshipped he wanted no part of it. As the Alpha's wife spilled her blood onto the snow, Q padded over to where Xalie had fallen, collecting a small bit of the bloodied snow on the top of his paw before gently transferring it back to where the psychos were gathered. Plopping it into their general vicinity with no flare, Quentin's gaze dared anyone to point out his lack of participation. He wasn't about to injure the paw he was going to need to walk on for the next however long just for a stupid sacrifice to an imaginary being conjured up in psychotic dreams. While a horrendous chorus of howls struck through the air, the ornery maned wolf barely opened his jaws. He let a silent puff of air escape him, a silent whistle among the zealous howls in the air. Falling into step in his assigned group, his sonar dish ears listened half-heartedly to the nonsense bubbling from Stanley beside him. Surely, he would follow the rules, to the worst of his ability. His gaze hardened, a disappointed spark always in it whenever he looked towards the she-wolf. Silently judging, Quentin walked beside the breeder. He didn't say anything quite yet, instead letting the girl stew in her own anxiety before he struck.
-Exit to: The future bitches-
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 19:20:45 GMT -8
PUP SAURON
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MORTIUL
Sauron had grown bored with trying to get the other pack’s pups to talk to him. Eventually his uncle calling for the group to gather. Following his leader’s words, he followed the black beast and vaguely wondered if his own siblings would turn up soon.
The time ticked on for a long long time. He had made himself home at his previous den entrance, his other siblings that will go unnamed for their uselessness were asleep inside. He did not wish to nap. How childish. He wanted to learn and explore but he knew better than to wonder alone. His mother had made sure to inform him of the dangers of exploring without an adult.
Letting a sigh escape his maw he looked to his Uncle’s quick movements. Standing up startled he watched with growing fear. Not only did he kill his Aunt who he had met once, but also of another female. He had yet to meet all the pack, but knew who was pack at the very least.
The howl that escaped his Alpha’s voice sent shivers through his body. His eyes wide in fear and confusion. The howl was a dinner howl. He had only recently started eating only meat*, but the idea of eating another wolf was strange. Weren’t they family?
Crawling out he did not want to disobey his Uncle’s call. But was still confused. Gently pawing at his Uncle’s foot. “Um… Alpha Adramalech?” He asked softly, not really afraid to address him but quiet in confusion. “We eat other wolves?” the question was simple and he was curious. He was still too young to truly understand morals and right versus wrong, but he still would want to know.
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Varuna on Jan 21, 2019 19:31:08 GMT -8
PUP VARUNA
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IGNASIA
As Varuna was picked up, he still tried to play bite with tiny cries escaping his lips. He was plopped down and he growled in protest as he was forced away from his sister. Imset though seemed unfazed and almost appreciative of his removal.
“WE NEVER GET TO PLAY!” He practically shouted at Maleah. A sharp look from his mother had his mouth shut as he fummed between the two females. He would continue to mutter under his breath. However, something unexpected happened as Imset approached him, causing him to shut his trap.
“If we cuddle will you shut up?” She asked him, her voice emotionless but he guessed that he was giving her a headache or she wouldn’t have cared if he sung at the top of his lungs. Varuna being a prideful brat didn’t say much but leaned against her in quiet agreement.
Eventually Anubis did join their little group, but didn’t pay attention to exactly what she was doing unless she came to him. He was also oblivious about the actions going on between the others, he only enjoyed the warmth Imset gave off, and also appreciative of Maleah blocking any wind that came at them. He wasn’t going to say that though.
When his mother called for everyone’s attention, including their own he stood up. He watched her closely and hesitated when she drew blood. Imset, however, did not hesitate to follow her mother’s instructions and didn’t even flinch. Following his sister’s lead, however, he wasn’t as stoic and winced at the pain of blood.
Xalie came and tended to the wounds on the pups and those that wanted their wound healed. His mother didn’t seem to stop her so he let her tend to his paw. Quickly though they were pushed forward. Imset padded behind Maleah and he was quick to follow her. Perhaps Imset wasn’t that bad.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 21:52:14 GMT -8
The welcomer didn't let on any kind of warmth or kindness anymore, at least not to him. Apparently Stanley wasn't even worth that kind of effort anymore. He'd be able to see it, were the hollow husk of a wolf giving enough of a damn to think about it carefully. “You’ll be assigned to Miyako, your orders are simple, you let her fall down or injure herself, you will be punished. You let her escape, you will be punished. You will protect her from other sources of threat, or you will be punished. Understood?”The mexican grey nodded slighty, avoiding eye contact as much as he could. Looking at her, or most members of this pack gave quite the strange sensation to the young male. A mix of regret, sadness, dissapointment and anger, a dangerous group of emotions were they not repressed. But, as much as Stan wanted to wind time back up, breakdown somewhere far away to cry his sorrows out, to ask them "Why" over and over again so that he could at the very least know why the fuck would any of them do something like this, or to just rip the bitch in front of him apart, limb from limb, he just couldn't. He'd just die, pointlessly so. Better to zip it, keep his head down and play this sick game of religion until everything gradually fell apart. Nodding, answering with a quick and short "Yes ma'am". Didn't exactly take much for him to reach the prisoner. Miyako had been with Ignasia for almost as long as he'd been, and it showed, badly. Difference in on itself being, she had to carry around the consecuences of her mistakes both mentally and physically, quite literally now. Upon his arrival however, the bitch apparently recognized him, quite instantly actually. Her eyes opened wide with surprise and blinked with hope. As the young male noticed her emotions, he tried his absolute hardest not to look at the pregnant female, objective which got harder as he heard his own name being whispered over and over again. This has to be a test, it just has to be! There's no other explanation, they are just meassuring me, playing me!, he repeated mentally on his brain, looking to his sides to see eyes or faces hiding, seeing what he could be doing with the prisoner. “D-o-o you re-mem-ber me? Mi-ya-ko?” said the female, stuttering throughout the entire sentence. The male couldn't help it anymore, he had to at least face her, tell her to stop it right this instant so that they both could walk away from this unharmed, Stanley had the entire sentence planned on his head but, when he actually looked at Koga's slave, a knot formed on his throat. Miyako was so thin, her ribcage visible through some areas of her torso, her beautiful mix of browns had grown dirty with time and miscare, with her belly gradually growing through the days like a cancer-filled tumor. Their eyes met, Stanley could not help but look straight into Miyako's eyes, tear-filled, awaiting some kind of tender, kind or at least alive response coming from the male, which unfortunately for her, did not come. “I remember you. Yo-ou were good once. I re-mem-ber”. She kept insisting, trying to make him budge, to get the real Stan from beneath that thick minded, hollow shadow of a wolf that replaced him, but the mexican grey could do all but stare at her, trying to say something but the words just didn't come up, they didn't want to escape the warmth and safety of his vocal chords. So there they stayed, in the reclusive fortress that his mind had become, while on the outside, the male just looked at the ground, clearly ashamed. “I wi-ish you hadn’t died. I mi-s-s you” stated the female sadly, making the broken male compete with a wild urge to cry his eyes out, only a rogue tear escaping through his masquerade. Time went on, and the packs had to move out of their now almost useless territory. With their leave, a ritual had to be held first, participation being obligatory, everyone was present. Stan did as his superiors commanded, and joined the howl accordingly. As he advanced towards a new settlement, yelps, whines and crunches could be heard in the back. The male didn't want to look, he had seen enough these six months, no need to add more bloodshed into his memories. Looking at his freshly cut paw, in a mix of shame and disbelief, for the first time in months, he begun to think for himself. This is wrong. This has to stop. Looking back at the rest of the wolves that comformed this coalition, this association of madmen, murderers and rapers, Stan could only think that if whatever this Adjenti was truly existed, the entire world was royally fucked. Exit to: The Future
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2019 16:06:03 GMT -8
When would this hell end? That was the only question wading through the young male's mind as he lay in the snow, not daring to get up or look at any of the wolves moving about above him. He just wanted this to go away. He just wanted to wake up as a six month old pup in the den with his parents and siblings again. He would even take waking up in the forest alone after running from the fire that killed his family. Anything was better than this. The waiting for his brutal and painful death, or the horrible marking and torture he would be put through now that his escape attempt had failed. The disorienting sounds of the song-like way they spoke and the dance-like way some of them moved, the long group howl that rung through his very bones. The ones who passed just to mock him and fill his head with horrible images. It was too much. He would be okay with it if he really did die right now; at least all of this would stop. Yet another wolf approached, but this one wasn't there to berate him. As the others were enveloped in some ritual before they moved the group into the mountains, the female who had inched her way close to him greeted him, then promptly dug her claws into his hindquarters. He stifled a yelp, thinking she was one who would be happy to injure him before Beelzebub returned and write it off as an accident while he was trying to escape, but she quickly followed the harsh clawing with the gentle touch of her tongue as she lapped at the wound. He was incredibly confused. He looked at her, his body as tense as a spring, as she informed him that he wouldn't be dying. No. They don't kill "marked ones," as she said. The brindled yearling heaved a great sigh at her words. "I wish they would kill me. I want to see my family again," he whimpered, and then he shut down once more, laying his head back against the ground and falling silent. Words would get him nowhere, not at this point. He was kind of surprised these barbarians even spoke at all. A fight. Yelling, screaming, a sickening snap and crunch. He didn't have to look to know that a wolf had just been murdered. Too bad it wasn't him; it sounded like a quick death. Then another one was killed. Next was a howl. A feeding howl. They were going to eat the wolves they had just killed; two of their own. It was disgusting; it was incredibly saddening. Ronin wanted to throw up. There was no way he would be eating his own kind. That was just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He closed his eyes and pretended the sounds of the group eating a fresh kill was literally anything else than their own brethren. What monsters ate not only their own kind, but their own packmates? Alpha Adramalech @miyako @beelzebub |
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Nanny
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3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Feb 2, 2019 22:59:39 GMT -8
“ As Marusya snapped into life, the nanny's jade gaze snapped onto her Alphess. Guilt struck through her frame in an instant. She was so caught up with listening to Koga and Adramalech's exchanges that the one wolf who truly could control her had slipped her mind. How could she left that happen? It was so foolish of her. As she chastised herself, Anubis was dropped at her paws with the other two favoured pups. The Iberian decided that she would find some paw to punish herself later. She now had to do her job, and that was more important to her Alphess than purposefully injuring herself.
After her gentle chastising of the two tussling pups, Varuna seemed to almost explode. "WE NEVER GET TO PLAY!" his shrill shriek blasted her ears. Even from the tiny pup, a blast of her old life washed over her. She wanted to curl up into a ball, to glue her ears back to her head. M'Lady was so strong. Just one look from his mother shut the pup right up while Maleah couldn't even muster up the courage to tell him off after his outburst. She was so pitiful. Why did Marusya even steal her away as a nanny anyway? Her pups were future prophets and messiahs, and Maleah was just some renovated scrap of meat. What good could she do? At least Tiny liked her. Even as Marusya showered her youngest with love, Maleah knew that the bond between her and Tiny was stronger. Naturally, she would never tell her Alphess that.
As the smallest pup pressed up against her side, the nanny folded her head down towards her tawny frame."I'm so proud of you! You get to do some training and get nice and strong!" a loving lick was placed atop Tiny' head by the orange-tinted she-wolf. Whatever the pup wanted to do, push into her fur, play with her tail, talk with her siblings, Maleah would allow it to happen. The little pup held her heart in one tiny paw. While Marusya called on the Prophet's pet to attack the returning male, Maleah kept her eyes on her and Koga. She didn't want to accidentally make contact with the desire-filled gaze boring into her frame.
“Welcome to the family of Ignasia, loyal followers of our God Adjetni. Do not worry, through the travels I and apprentice Maleah will teach you our ways,” The voice of her Alphess snapped her out of her stupor. Marusya was talking to the newest male, and dictating that the pair of them teach him. It would be her first time actually educating another on the blessed nature of Adjetni, so initially, that was the thing she was most worried about. But when her Alphess' words sunk in deeper, just who she was teaching made her stomach coil with anxious energy. The male introduced himself as Cayden eventually. Cayden, whose gaze seemed to peel back layers of her being without her ever having met him before. Swallowing thickly, her gaze shot over to his enormous frame, hoping not to connect her gaze with his again. For a split second, the shock of the brief eye contact zapped her like lightning. Frazzled, heat flushed to her face as she quickly swung back to Marusya.
“We will travel in three groups close together. The first group will be composed of Psyche, Xalie, Maleah, and her charges. They will lead us and set the pace. Psyche follow the other group's scent closely, if we lose our way Koga knows the way and will move to the front at that time. The second group will compose of Stanley, Miyako, and Quentin. Stanley, make sure Quentin knows the rules that apply to you apply to him. The last group will be composed of Koga, Ky, Cayden, and myself,” her Alphess spoke up again after shooting her nanny a small smile. Thankfully, the petite nanny would finally be able to escape from Cayden's presence and collect herself. Doing a quick headcount of the pups at her paws, with all four heads present, Maleah gently coaxed all of them to their paws. Before the pack could actually get moving, M'Lady's voice rang out over all of them again.“Let us worship Adjetni, stand with me and do as I do, everyone. As we ready ourselves to travel into the unknown and into the future, we sacrifice some of ourselves here as evidence of our loyalty to you Adjetni and as thanks for our protection in these lands and continued protection in the future. With this blood, we sacrifice ourselves to your, Lord and Savior Adjetni. Together!” The ritual wasn't one that Maleah had personally done before; when they had left the valley there had just been a vision from Adjetni that lead Marusya to Psyche. Mirroring her Alphess, Maleah sunk her canines deeply in between her toes. This would be her punishment for forgetting M'Lady. Just pushing herself that little bit further, to cause herself that extra sliver of pain. It brought a few tears to her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. It wasn't painful enough to deserve tears, and Marusya didn't like her crying anyway. Crying during the ritual would definitely result in more punishment.
As the blood from her paw dripped onto the snow, a small being beside her caught her attention. Tiny's paw danged in front of her, gestured out to her. The skin hadn't been punctured on it yet. Maleah quickly connected the dots, stooping down to knick the youngest pup's paw and spill the required blood. Murmuring the words spoken by Marusya along with the rest of the pack, Maleah pressed her gash into the snow. Usually, she didn't like to howl, the melodious sound making the timid nanny feeling exposed, but with Marusya's command, she tossed her head back and released a beautiful tone. With self-consciousness taken back over her, the nanny lowered her head and herded the rest of the pups up to the front where they would begin moving.
Before Maleah moved the pups far, the sounds of a struggle caused her to freeze. It was too far for any of Ignasia to be brawling, but knowing that, it could mean too few things. Either Beelzebub was back and was mauling his slave, or Adramalech was doing the same. Sparing only the quickest of glances once the sounds finished, Adramalech's howl only added more horror to the situation. Two bodies, bloodied and lifeless, lay at his paws as his call to dinner rings through the woods. Unwillingly, her mouth began to water at the sight. After eating mostly her own kind throughout her time in the dry woods, her body reacted to corpses the same way that another's would react to a felled deer. Once Maleah realized just what was happening, she shoved her injured paw into the snow to snap herself out of it. She was disgusted with herself. Truly and utterly horrified. Just mere months ago she had almost thrown up eating just the tiniest nibble but now she salivated for it? She was a monster, turning out just like they wanted her to. Pushing those thoughts down, Maleah tried to reassure herself. She wasn't truly a monster. She had never killed anyone. The true monsters were wolves like Beelzebub and Ky, those that hungered for blood and took pleasure from the pain others felt. No, Maleah wasn't a monster. She merely blended in with the rest of Ignasia.” notes Exit to: Future Territory |
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