Ignasia
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Nanny
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3 Years 10M
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Post by Maleah on Apr 3, 2018 23:54:58 GMT -8
I did NOT know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions;
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin 1021 words Maleah @marusya @stanley @psyche @y'alldemons “ For the moment, the fluffy companion Maleah had gained had remained silent, as did her Alphess. A fraction of the stress of her extremely risky maneuver lifted off her shoulders, lifting her tiny frame only marginally. As they drew closer, as the unmissable scent of death gagged Maleah's nostrils further and further, her mind wound tighter and tighter. It was like a spring of terror. With every step closer to them, Maleah's doubts and fear mounted again. She didn't trust the brutes to not attack her, especially Beelzebub. Tears pricked at jade eyes as Maleah silently crept alongside her Alphess, and her only friend. Memories of the male from real life and from in her dreams haunted her. It was taking all of the self control that the she-wolf had to stay in the position instructed to her by Marusya and Koga. It was shaky, but she remained half-crouched.
Thanks to her childlike mindset, Maleah managed to tune herself out of her mind. She was content for the time being with watching the crispy stalks of grass move beneath her paws. It was only the flick of a tail near her face that brought the damaged angel back to the real world. They were here. They were back. She was here. A blast of submissive energy slammed so hard into Maleah that she actually stumbled a few steps to the left. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want these devils to know that she was here. The trembling that she had escaped from for those few days returned gradually. It started at the base of her tail. Twitches rolled through her appendage, pulling it closer and closer to her stomach, but only slightly. It was her nightmare come to life. She couldn't please everyone at once!
As Marusya found a spot to rest, Maleah followed, her steps getting shakier with every passing minute. She was terrified. These wolves were unpredictable and violent. Anything could happen. It was once her rump was on the ground behind her Alphess that Maleah even dared to look up to see what had happened in their absence. Frankly, she didn't want to know. A thin sheet of unshed tears clung to the edge of her eyes as she lifted them. The first thing she saw was the multitude of wolves whose faces and scents were foreign. There were more... more wolves to follow the will of the demons, more wolves that could attack at any point, more mouths to tear her to shreds. A visible shudder went up her spine. Her focus moved to a small, stuttering voice that belonged to a she-wolf pressed up against a tree. Her breath hitched as she watched the exchange. She couldn't move. They had gotten another one. Her heart constricted as she remembered the agreement that Beelzebub had forced out of her mouth. This new, innocent she-wolf was probably under the same conditions. Bile rose in her throat, forcing her to look away. She couldn't face seeing what her life could have been that short distance away.
What her gaze fell on was even worse. The head demon, Adramalech facing some she-wolf that she had never seen before. The last time that she had seen him in battle had resulted in a corpse, and then he had ordered Koga to make another one. Another murder so close by and so imminent, it was something that Maleah just couldn't bear to watch. The flight instinct within the nutmeg she-wolf was overpowering. She wanted to get as far away form these wolves as possible. But she couldn't. She was tied to Marusya in a similar manner as she was with the demons. Without Koga nearby, Maleah felt extremely vulnerable. As if reading her mind, Marusya's motherly voice stroked her eardrums, "Everything will be fine, Koga will return today. I can feel it." Maleah had to take a deep breath to even gather the strength to speak in front of these wolves. "O-o-of course, M'Lady," Maleah's voice barely whispered. She wanted Koga to return today too, but her perception on the Prophet's whereabouts were faint, if existing at all.
It felt like every breath Maleah took was baited. She was growing lightheaded with the amount of breath she was holding in. It wasn't healthy, but the amount of terror and paranoia that wrapped itself around the she-wolf was uncontrollable. Her mind was slowly collapsing in on itself, and in her panicked state, she needed something to lean on. Her breathing swapped from long drawls to quick, short puffs. In her terror, she sought out the one wolf she felt the most comfortable with. Stumbling over shaky paws, Maleah shoved her tiny frame into Stanley's side, wherever he might be. Her jade eyes squeezed shut, trapping the tears inside her eyelids. For a few precious seconds, the rest of the world blocked itself out behind the sweet scent that clung to the ginger male. Just feeling the warmth of someone beside her slowed her breathing and heart rate back to a normal.
After those precious seconds were up, Maleah's eyes opened up again, and her bashful nature overcome her. She leaned away from the male, but stayed close by. "Sorry," Maleah's small voice spoke before she could even think about it. She winced, self discipline striking her, making her flinch away as if she had been nipped before she returned to her hunched sitting position. Her eyes flicked down to her paws, both out of being shy and not wanting to look up and see the goings on around her. The newest shy female, the fight that was going to happen, the fact that Beelzebub was still around, all of which was why she had stumbled to Stanley in the first place; it was just too much. She was between the most simple rock and hard place that she had even been in. She wanted to stay near the male, but was too shy to say anything. Instead, she would just stay silent but close, her eyes flicking up towards Stanley and Marusya occasionally, hoping for some sign of Koga's return so that she could finally be safe again.” notes This is the free Easter Template from the eggs, I'm just assuming that I can use it on Maleah (PM me if it's an issue please) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 10:51:57 GMT -8
It would seem that her little soiree would be cut short. Muscles that had loosened in the crazy couple’s presence tense as she sees Adramalech approaching, though her relaxed expression remains intact as she stands to greet him. Amber eyes narrow as he assesses her, tail whipping as the dark male paces a circle. The bitch huffs, an imperceptible sound and the only indication of her exasperation. It would seem that this was a favorite tactic among these wolves, and she remains just as motionless as she had when Beelzebub and Suki had played this game. Intimidation is the name of the game, she thinks to herself, arching a brow as he settles his large frame in front of her. You. Show me what you’re capable of. Ah, a challenge - it would seem that she’d have to prove her worth. A mottled head lowers as hellfire eyes alight with anticipation. The opportunity to sink fang into flesh is always well-received, the result of a carefully controlled bloodlust beaten into her from a young age. Her smile then is beautimous, and she snaps her jaws in his direction; an intimidation tactic that she hadn’t let go of since she took her brother’s eye. “Guess I’ll have to put on a show.” Then, she is lunging. Normally the pale bitch would aim to rip the soft flesh of an ear, or strip skin away; little wounds that eventually built until her opponent could not continue for fear of further pain. However, she is no fool; any leader of this band of brutes would have pain tolerance like no other - she would need to debilitate. Hence why her jaws reach to clamp around where shoulder meets neck, aiming to ravage the tendons there and hinder his movement. If her jaws were to connect, she would tighten her grip and immediately pull back in an effort to dislodge as much flesh as possible before spitting the chunk to the ground. If he were to dodge, she would slip along his side and sink fang to hind leg, guttural grows spilling from her lips. The goal here was to fuck with his mobility until he couldn’t keep up with her - she had no intention of entering a battle of brute strength.
Alpha Adramalech @suki @beelzebub let's do eet |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 10:01:09 GMT -8
Thanatos' eyes grew wide with fascination, with excitement. The darkness of a ruler told, no, commanded a fight between one of the more useless females and the strong subordinates within his group. He could watch, but it only bored him. A petty fight was nothing but a regular occurrence for the scarred male, it was plain. Glancing around the group, it was starting to become a let down and irrational anger started to bubble within the insane. Boring pieces of crap... "Crap." Thanatos sniggered, the pupil-less eyes dilating. He had been sitting here for a while now and nothing, apart from the mass of leader, had intrigued the mental male. As the male had the initial thought to leave, or perhaps even to perhaps make himself known, one of the more divine females had started to prowl towards Thanatos. The large male shook with excitement, adrenaline rushed through his veins as a grin stretched too-widely across his features. She was delectable. Her pelt a mixture of grey and caramel and eyes a striking gold. She held elegance, beauty. And she wore the most enchanting smirks, one that any less of a soul would sell their own to the devils to see. She was a beauty shrouded in dark aura and Thanatos was captivated. As she sat beside the male, his dull, dead looking eyes took their time in examining the female. Not a strand of fur was untouched by his stare. "What drives you?" came her deep voice and Thanatos' grin split impossibly further. Her head tilted in a minor glance towards his direction before returning to the fight. "Tell me.... What do you live for? What. Do. You most. Desire?” Her voice was melodic and Thanatos cackled. Oh yes, he desired. He desired much. One would say his desire was never ending. He cackled like a hyena, his body visibly shaking until he had to lowly gasp for air. There was only one thing that drove the male. "Chaos," he hissed, voice deep as he giggled. It came to a sudden halt as fond memories racked through his brain. "Warmth of blood, drip... Drip... Drip." With each pause of a word, his smirk got more and more unsettling as he stared into the nothingness of the space infront of him. "Yes.. I like them to struggle." he said, rather perversely, a tongue swiping across pink lips. "What about you, dear delicious opium?" he turned his cranium towards her, head snapping to the side almost uncomfortably as he continued to smile. Yes, the nickname suited her. She was pretty like an opium flower. Captivating, yet dangerous and oh-so addictive. Too much could kill. "What do you desire?"
Addressed: @bellatrix Mentioned: all others idk |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 19:32:18 GMT -8
Feigned ignorance fueled all manners of merriment; a sole amusement dashing any difficulties parched desert presented. Incessant adolescent ignorance had made her intolerable upon initiation, puffed with pride as though absolutely untouchable, but now, with soft golden sands fading into forest greenery, panicked questions peppered the atmosphere. All remained answerless, swapped in shrewd diversions. Others might have deemed him and his protégé’s tactics as ‘torture’, but he’d yet had the privilege of purveying such a sensational term. Cruel? Most definitely. Brutal? It would be near blasphemous if not. Torturous? No. His fangs had not hewn Sakia’s plush, sleek pelt; maiming faultless, unscarred flesh. Every bone had been preserved by his command; a grand, uncharacteristic gift none could have claimed. Not to say, of course, that he and Ky hadn’t yet had their fun. Before it began to stank, he delayed a day, devoting entirely to the task of hewing fresh hide, but not before commanding his companion to ensure Sakia’s emerald pools remained pinned. Eagerly, in excessive detail, he elaborated on the fragility of fur, the abundant, precise attention of detail that went into separating each fragile, thin fiber apart from well-flayed skin. Or the time that he’d allowed his caravan to pause for sleep, but not before popping lanky adolescent limbs from their sockets, her two hind, specifically to ensure that every movement could only carry through dragging. Or his personal favorite, the time that she questioned the identity of the wolf she would be gifted to, and he’d allowed Ky to burst forwards and sink piercing, sharp fangs into an inkless scruff, dragging her to the security of small clustered shrubs. She may have screamed, actually – between Ky’s brash cackling and screeching promises of how exactly he’d ravish her form – he couldn’t secure the source of the sound. Fond memories, regardless.
“We’re here.” Sharp, pungent scents had guided his trope to the land Adra had led his own through. One by one, each wolf emerged between leafless, barren trees. Beelzebub’s pungent bloodbath. Adramalach’s fluid acridity. Marusya’s semi-permanent maternity, and Maleah’s ever-present terror. Before another burgundy sunset finally settled, he’d find himself reunited with his lover, his clan at last. Perhaps Marusya had birthed his pups! Accordingly, he adjusted his pace, fueled by fresh prospects. Kin, a messiah that could permanently carry Adjetni’s teachings to a time beyond his own. And Maleah also – how wonderfully had Marusya molded her sweet, gentle soul into something worthy of his own? Marusya’s first pet had to have made progress – he could hardly wait to witness her changes. And then, Adramalach – what possible wondrous claims had commanded his entry? “Your master awaits, my gift.” A sharp, cruel sneer curled a clouded maw as he tossed her down from a firm hold. “Welcome home – You are in for a fantastic evening tonight. With a slight attachment clause, of course. Oh, I do hope you enjoy pups.”
“Hi~!” A sweet voice suddenly chimed, attached to the oddest wolf he’d ever happened across. Long, deer-like limbs, harboring an infant fawn’s lopsided, unproportioned length with none of its oafishness, attached to a tepidly wolfish torso. “What are you doing?” She chimed sweetly, cocking a crimson head. “If you need any help, I know some herbs! Oh,” the doe-eyed wisp suddenly whispered, catching a glimpse of his onyx gleams. “Sir, are you hurt? What’s your name? Are you ok? Do you need help?” The onyx-masked oddity bombarded him with hundreds of questions at once; an inviolable, child-like innocence lingering in each as he stared in stunned silence. Naivety, innocence, aside – what was this? It was as though all of autumn’s leaves assembled themselves in the iridescence of her orange flames; each lithe, slender limb dipped in dusky hues about halfway to the knee. A deer’s elegant, delicate limbs accompanied with a mountain lion’s mane, and a rabbit’s oversized russet ears. It couldn’t be a wolf – but then what could it possibly be? And what of her nature’s inherent naivety, her sweet heartedness? It came innocuously, every bit easy and natural as newborn innocence. Not idiocrasy, mental instability, but ignorance’s beautiful, gentle bliss. She could not comprehend the horrors of his captive, the deranged, looming dangers of his onyx protégé, or the onyx splatters of blood cloaking his clouded fur because she quite simply had never known horror, danger, or death. Could it be she’d never seen blood? The impossibility of it beckoned all beacons of reason, and yet, there she was, supremely untainted and defiant of everything he ever assumed a wolf to be. What was she?
And then, as suddenly as each of his questions had come, she had supplied the answer in three words. “I’m Xalie, Sir!” A sharp, contended smile parted his puce features. Yes, she was Xalie, simply Xalie, untainted, innocent, untouched by every brutality, every corruption that could pierced her perfect bliss. A deep, overwhelming desire coursed through crimson veins – he wanted to seize the simple-minded, gentle sweetheart and store her away in a place where no wolf could ever corrupt her purity, where he’d permanently have it as it was now, intact and perfect – and then, an epiphany struck. He could. Take her to Marusya, to Maleah, and teach Adjetni’s law. What vast wonders could possibly come from the prayers of a wolf that had never harmed, and had been shielded by grace from worldly fault? Why, Adjetni had sent him a disciple. Why couldn’t he send him an angel? “Hello Xalie,” he answered warmly, dipping a darkened head towards her. “Aren’t you a perfect sweetheart? Don’t be afraid, me and my kin are quite alright, but we’re better with good company.” A low, gentle laugh wove its way past thick parted jaws. “I’m sorry to say there is evil in our world – Ky and I found ourselves faced with its wolves during our desert travels – but I’m happy to say it seems good always prevails. Mangy, sickly mongrel, half-mad with hunger – he’d stolen a yearling from the Ferus wolves, of all options – we fought well, but he’d dealt his damage. Between you and me,” he dropped his voice, pressing into an ink-tipped ear as if a terrible secret was about to be revealed. “She’s lost her mind from the ordeal. Hallucinations, paranoia, the poor darling! We have to have an eye on her at all times, otherwise, she’ll run away and be dead by the time the sun lifts. Be kind, but mind not what nonsense is said; just sympathetically nod.” Slowly, he stepped back; a soft, knowing smile taking root once more. “Thank you for your offer, Xalie. Marusya, my mate, would have loved you. To answer, Ky and I have been heading back home to reunite with her and the rest of our pack. We’re called Ignacia,” Laughter bubbled up between his brindled jaws. “I should have mentioned it earlier, but I am its Alpha. My mate is expecting, and I’ve been in search of a perfect, unclaimed patch for our family. We are in need of a salutatory, however.” He added slyly. “Would you like to join us? It’s alright if you don’t, but at least stay for dinner. It’s her favorite dish, and she would slaughter me if she knew I met someone as sweet as you and didn’t bother to introduce you.” Gently, he gestured forwards, past clustered patches of trunk and fallen oaks. “My name is Koga. Welcome to Ignasia.”
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Ignasia
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Beta
Male
3 Years 4 M
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25 Posts
Trust Him
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Post by Beta Ky on Apr 27, 2018 21:44:56 GMT -8
Blood, blood, bloooooood! It was everywhere, coating him in a blanket of pure ecstasy from the underside of the muddy horrible ugly pelt he was willingly wearing. It seemed that he was the pack horse of this operation, but he had no complaints at all! None! His job giving to him by his delightful Alpha was quite enjoyable. He could feel the small tags of flesh that still remained on what once was 'Oshim' tickling his back and the bloodied underside staining his raven fur. The cold of the pelt draped over him was something that he had never felt, and he was so extremely grateful for Prophet's allowance of him to indulge in this experience.He couldn't voice his thoughts though, as their dinner was in his mouth. His teeth latched into the chunk of flesh by the torso, not letting the dangling paws or head or tail brush on the ground. And lastly, to add to his ensemble, a blue jay feather was lovingly tucked behind his ear by the Prophet. He didn't understand the purpose of the feather. The brat was a gift to another Alpha, the skin was a gift, the body was a gift and a delicious fatty meal. The feather... was important to Prophet so Ky would keep it safe for him. It made him look fabulous!
“We're here. Your master awaits, my gift. Welcome home – You are in for a fantastic evening tonight. With a slight attachment clause, of course. Oh, I do hope you enjoy pups,” the velvet tones of the Prophet slowed Ky's drunken gait to a halt. Taking the opportunity of a small break, Ky set the meat down on the cleanest patch of ground he could find, momentarily releasing the pressure on his neck. Carrying that fatass as dead weight was not easy! It was hard, very very hard! But for the Prophet, he would do anything. Besides, they were almost to a point where Ky could eat the meat and not just slobber as it draped from his maw. Memories of how he had tormented the brat that Prophet had so nicely dropped flickered in front of his eyes as his purpose's words sunk in. Pure black eyes locked onto the she-wolf, a hyena cackle bubbling out of his chest as he grinned menacingly at the she-wolf. Bloodstained teeth were the best accessory.
“Hi~!” the voice of a bell snapped ebony lips shut and inky eyes away from the teenager. Who dare approach!? Couldn't they see that the fun was just about to get started!? With a deep growl, Ky turned to face the wolf that was about to face his wrath, but it got cut off suddenly. Was it a wolf? Ky's face short circuited. His eyes blinked out of him as his nose wrinkled up and his ears flicked back. It was incomprehensible. What was his eyes seeing? It looked like a deer, a wolf, and a rabbit. Dinner, he mused, a 'squee' of hilarity leaving his system. His frame writhed with the joy of seeing this new being, and what was about to happen. The Prophet was approaching it! That could only mean good things!
“What are you doing? If you need any help, I know some herbs! Oh, Sir, are you hurt? What’s your name? Are you ok? Do you need help?” and in an instant that joy was gone. The writhing was replaced with raised hackles and a barely concealed snarl. It's voice grated his eardrums. It's appearance was so alien that his eyes hadn't fully taken in what he was looking at yet. He decided that he didn't like this thing. It would be better off as dinner. "I'm Xalie, Sir!" Xalie, even it's name was foreign and odd. But he knew better than to mess with the Prophet and the scene he created. It took more effort than lugging dinner around to compose himself and try to be in a neutral state. Chaotic neutral. He channeled all the chaos, mistrust, violence, everything into his eyes, letting them burn behind a wall of blackness. This was the Prophet's time.
“Hello Xalie,” he began. Ky couldn't tell if he was honestly being soft towards the mess of a creature that stood before the pair plus brat. He would support his purpose either way, only with internal protest. “Aren’t you a perfect sweetheart? Don’t be afraid, me and my kin are quite alright, but we’re better with good company. I’m sorry to say there is evil in our world – Ky and I found ourselves faced with its wolves during our desert travels – but I’m happy to say it seems good always prevails. Mangy, sickly mongrel, half-mad with hunger – he’d stolen a yearling from the Ferus wolves, of all options – we fought well, but he’d dealt his damage. Between you and me,” His purpose then moved towards the creature that called itself Xalie, cutting him out of the conversation. A small whimper left Ky's lips as longing eyes watched the Prophet's lips move. He wanted to hear, to listen it, to catch every precious word that left the oaken male's maw. Alas, all he could do was lean forward precariously, on his tiptoes desperately seeking out sound while his tail lashed frantically behind him. When his Alpha stepped back, Ky snapped back to a normal posture, the pelt draped snugly over his frame shifting slightly. He couldn't help but crack a demented grin. How naive this thing was. Can't see the evil right before it's eyes! Ha!
“Thank you for your offer, Xalie. Marusya, my mate, would have loved you. To answer, Ky and I have been heading back home to reunite with her and the rest of our pack. We’re called Ignacia,” the word 'mate' distracted Ky from the readjusting of the pelt on his back. His face scrunched again. He would have to share the male? It was all he could have expected from joining a pack, but a mate? The thought was disgusting. “I should have mentioned it earlier, but I am its Alpha. My mate is expecting, and I’ve been in search of a perfect, unclaimed patch for our family. We are in need of a salutatory, however.” More and more surprises! Pups! Ky's eye twitched but he remained silent. Perhaps he could teach them the best ways to draw blood but not kill, the best ways to draw out pain for longer. Ah yes, then he would put up with the demons that were to come from his purpose's... mate.
“Would you like to join us? It’s alright if you don’t, but at least stay for dinner. It’s her favorite dish, and she would slaughter me if she knew I met someone as sweet as you and didn’t bother to introduce you. My name is Koga. Welcome to Ignacia.” As his Prophet spoke, Ky gathered their meal back up towards his jaws, but not quite picking it up yet. He would wait until they were surely moving before he would haul that lard ass any further. A hyena cackle left his frame that he tried to cover by tucking his head under his armpit. If anyone, even the mate, tried to slaughter his purpose, they would die. Dead. He wasn't about to go on another adventure looking for someone as wonderful as the Prophet while he could still protect him. Once his tick had passed, Ky rose to his paws. He wanted to see what this thing really was. It must be special if it could call him by his name and not by Prophet or Alpha. The dried blood that stuck to his fur kept dinner's pelt in place as Ky loped drunkenly around this 'Xalie.' She looked just as odd from every other angle. "What..." his gravelly voice muttered quietly, "What is... her?" His ears flicked back and forth in tandem, waggling the feather tucked behind one of them as if he was thinking. Of course his question was for the Prophet, but if the... deewolrabbit answered he would be satisfied enough.
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Alpha
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4 Years
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Apr 28, 2018 10:32:36 GMT -8
As the white she-wolf started to move, his charcoal eyes kept a careful watch of her. It seemed that she knew she was outmatched in strength, it was very apparent. She knew that he was much stronger than her, so she was instead aiming to deabilite him, make him unable to move. However, he was protective of vital points, he knew how to operate around a wolf who was aiming for them. She would need to be clever in order to get near the brutes most sensitive and vital spots. He was quick to retract from her jaws, knowing all too well what she was aiming at.
However, with his larger body size came the inability to move quickly enough to counter her second attack as well. Her fangs were digging into his hind leg at this point. A hind leg was nothing compared to a foreleg, and thus he shook his haunches, trying to unhinge her jaws from the flesh. As he did this, he reared his back leg up, feeling the piercing pain of the muscle being torn with her teeth, but alas he would kick her in the stomach, which would ultimately dislodge her from his hind leg. Given the chance to move his haunches away from her snapping jaws, he would evaluate the female closely, knowing that there were some weak points on her somewhere.
Spotting a tender area behind her neck, Adramalech lunged forward, being at such a close range, all she could possibly do was retract enough for his jaws to instead embed themselves within her face or ear. He wasn’t going to maime her, but simply produce a better outcome to their battle. He wanted scars from this, that he was sure of. He needed a she-wolf that was able to take beatings, and someone who was able to defend themselves properly.
He wanted this female to prove worthy of a position in his pack. She was willing to join, and finding wolves that were brave enough to approach his ever growing group was declining at a rapid rate. Not only that, but finding insane wolves that would stick around and not get themselves killed by wanting to leave. Adramalech would never let a pack member leave alive if they had already known his plans and established a rank within his pack. It was either they stayed loyal, or death would come rather swiftly.
He didn’t want to have to kill this female, but if that’s what it would come down too, Adramalech would do what he had to do in order for his pack to thrive. He needed them to show no weakness, have no weakness, and know that their loyalty only lies with him.
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.:: Let's get this shit going shall we? ::.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 9:40:23 GMT -8
From the corner of her vision she watched him study her, his dead gaze raking over a body she was proud of, as she extended her neck and produced a seductive smile. And his laugh, oh his laugh caused a malicious grin to further tug on her lips.
"Chaos,"
A pleasurable hum formed in her throat, paws massaging the ground as her body rattled with excitement. She wanted to hear more.
"Warmth of blood, drip... Drip... Drip. Yes.. I like them to struggle."
Still listening she allowed herself to take a gander at his form, slow and careful, afraid to miss any minute detail that deserved her attention. His muscle was the strength she needed, and his desires were perfectly in line with her own. For a moment she would look over to Lilith, and with a smile that said it all she’d jerk her head, inviting the other gal over to join them.
"What about you, dear delicious opium?"
Heat rushed through her form as her eyes darted to the male.
"What do you desire?"
The vixen chuckled hoarsely as her orbs glistened with excitement, her head swooped low, edging near his ear with a delicate lick of her lips while her vocals hushed her bloody words.
“My boy. My deadly nightshade. What I desire... is the cousin of Chaos…" Bellatrix paused to release another laugh. "Destruction.”
@lilith @thanatos OOC:(( Really sorry for the wait and the lack of quality. Exams have been keeping me busy. But hear it is... hope its alright^^)) |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 21:35:33 GMT -8
Boring. That's how one could describe Quentin's situation. How some poor loser decided to wander alone in the world on purpose was beyond him. It was horrible! There was no one to disturb, no she-wolves to flirt shamelessly with, no fools he could manipulate into doing his hunting for him. Everything was a la Quentin, which while was to a high quality, was not the best situation in the maned wolf's mind. He was a lazy beast, one who's habits lead him towards leeching off others rather than surviving easily on his own. Charcoal soaked limbs, though he tried not to, daintily padded through the dehydrated forest around him. Alabaster fur on his inner ear flashed the surroundings around him as he searching for some signs of canid life that wasn't himself. Did he even count? Probably not.
Ah, the sounds and scents of wolves! They finally tickled Quentin's senses, tauntingly, teasingly pulling him forwards. There was one other scent, one that seemed much to familiar to be real. A phantom, he mused, dismissing the possibility of it being anything other than a very odd, possibly sickly wolf. He had encountered one before early in his travels when he, for some reason, wanted some company of his own species. It was enough of a shock to find the poor old cripple, let alone to think that he actually wanted Quentin to help him. A small chuckle left his tangerine chest as he remembered how he brushed the wolf off, how he called out to the oddity for help as he walked away. His signature smirk hid beneath amused chocolate eyes as Quentin moved closer to these wolves and their likely diseased friend.
The scent of death grew more and more present the closer that he got. Being a maned wolf, his sense of smell wasn't as refined as the rest of the beings he socialized with, but daym. The smell of decomposing shit wasn't exactly easy to miss. Let alone the disease of the wolf they were with. It smelled like more that one wolf, so as long as he didn't catch whatever disease the disgusting being might have, he would put up with them for now. Drawing closer and closer, the jerk's curiosity spiked. The scent was much to familiar to be some sort of disease, but it was impossible! What idiot would wander so far north? Perhaps one of his old pack members following him - he must have courted her well then. How did she get ahead of him though? Though the thought of someone so hung up on him was another strike of success in Quentin's books, it simply wasn't logical. He was a jerk, not an idiot.
At last, the trees cleared enough for him to see what party he was about to be crashing. He hung back, hiding in the trees until he had sussed out the situation. A yearling sat on the ground next to a peeled corpse. Odd, but nothing too extreme. At a second glance, it looked oddly wolflike, but there was always the possibility that it was just a small deer covered in the scents of the wolves around it. Then again maybe not. An inky male drunkenly circled wearing a pelt and a feather. That pelt looked wolf enough. He may have just gotten himself into a shit storm, but he would work with it. He always found a way to. The last normal being was an oaken male, seemingly in charge of this whole shabang. But that wasn't all of the life forms here. Oh no no! There the impossible stood before him.
Blazing chocolate eyes trailed up burnt limbs, over a shockingly russet torso and to a foxy, black masked face. A face that he hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't some sickly wolf, it was actually another of his own. His smirk returned with ten times the malicious intent. She was perfect. Her innocent aura, the last tones of her high-pitched voice filtering past his ears, she was like a doll. Who better to mess with? He had to collect himself to keep his laughter at bay and his position hidden for the next few seconds. Once he was calm enough to present his natural bay-boy farce, he strode out cockily from the trees.
"Babe!" Quentin called out, his lengthy legs extending his stride as he dodged the oaken male and made his way towards his fellow oddity. He looped around her closely, his long fur only a few centimeters away from her's as he came up to her opposite side. He let his snow dipped tail to flick against her hind legs as he drew to a stop. "What do you say we get out of here and save our species, hmm?" His deep voice spoke in a stage whisper, allowing all to hear what he'd said. He gave no regards to the other males at the moment. This was his time to finally annoy someone again, to hopefully see her squirm in discomfort. It's what he lived for, and being deprived of it so long before stumbling upon this fellow freak of nature that he was going to enjoy this as much as possible.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 14:47:06 GMT -8
Fear never failed to fascinate him with the ways in which it enveloped the exceptional, the innocent, the eager; morphing the most rational minds into contorted, twisted caricatures of their own brilliance. It seemed incredible how it harrowed through logic’s thick-headedness; locking rigid limbs in solid ice even while escape presented its possibilities. A single, tepid snap of his jaws; a thinly-veiled threat accompanied by a brazen cackle was all it took for her fear to fester, to incapacitate her inexperience. Horror warped her wide-eyed innocence; wrenching every wisp of whimsical oblivion from her features. Panic’s fetid, putrid scent poured from every fiber of her being as tears of terror pricked her pinks; intoxicating, addictive in all sense of the term. Brazenly, he buried his nose into patched ivories, hopefully emitting a sharp, high-pitched squeal as he slammed her against the bark once more. “Ohhh,” he groaned, inhaling the Iberian’s soft, bloodless scent. “You idiot. You haven’t even been touched yet. Wait baby, wait until we’ve explored a tenth of your potential. Oh, the things that I could do to you-“. Low, rumbling laughter built, masked by clenched teeth; saliva oozing between the blackened cracks. “Right now,” he whispered, his eyes widening in mounting intensity. “I could grab you by your scruff. Drag you some yards away. Ravish you. Rip you apart!” He cackled, hovering centimeters from her face. “Give you a litter for next fall. Matter of fact!” He shrieked, eagerly seizing her scruff before dropping it. “I won’t. For now. But mark my words,” he giggled; a giddy, ecstatic grin contorting his clouded features. “One day, I will.””Oh come now, at least she did something right.” Calm neutrality cut off his open-ended assault, interrupting the innocent’s torture. Suki’s companion seized the slender pup’s former prey by a bent leg. ”The little dear brought you a gift.” A simple action, but he saw and understood her implications in full. How many had believed they were suited to serve demons, to consort with cruelty, to evoke true evil, only to flee in terror at the first glittering fleck of insanity? Vivaldi didn’t show that she just supported it; she endorsed. Suki had picked herself an excellent companion, ready to dismiss all danger at their word. A candid affection forged their friendship; a fond admiration on both ends that came perfect, complete. She, also, seemed to regard him in welcome company; a courtesy he’d grant her likewise in due time. Easily, they exchanged their wit, their humor, divulging the delicious enticing details of their own stories. Boredom was a fickle motivating factor, but how beautifully ironic that it lead her to a den of demons? All of a sudden, their clever, splendid conversation was interrupted by a beckons, in typical insensitivity. Could Adramalach for once find entertainment in his whores, servants, omegas, anything other than his? Alas, he would have to make do with the alternative presented, a fighting announcer. “Toooo your left!” He cheered, instantly chipper. “Defiler of daughters, destroyer of demons, son of Satan himself, Adramalach! And to your right!” He roared, shooting Vivaldi a welcoming, playful wink. “Lean and mean, and ready to rip you to pieces, Vivaldi! Everybody, give it up!” With that, he playfully hopped back, allowing for Adra to fully test her ability without abruptions. Oh, she backed her boasts well enough, but all brawling seemed to share the same cloak. A wolf could witness one, and have witnessed all. No, something that seemed far more captivating, in his opinion, was the return of his favorite cannibals– and with a wide array of guests in tow! Of course, there was the overswollen matriarch, Marusya, accompanied by a pathetically stooped pet - Maleeka, was it? In tow, a blindingly albino bitch accompanied by another measly little manservant, bur no Koga. No Alpha. No leadership. No protection. A sharp, knowing smile curled the corners of an open maw. Entertainment presented on an onyx platter. Maleeka: was that not the slave they’d purchased with Delta’s murder? What a wonderfully poor trade. Ah, he recalled her now! The she-wolf he’d forced to swear herself to him alongside the alabaster, pledging themselves property as far as he saw fit. A shame he couldn’t have fun with either wisp now. Or could he?
“How long do you think you have, Birdy?” He whispered as he stooped over her onyx, half-curled form, slipping a shadowed muzzle into a slender auburn ear. “How long before you become mine once more? You know it’s only a matter of time before ‘Daddy’ brings something better. Something pretty, something young, something pure, untainted, and unbroken. Time’s started ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock, and you’ve been tossed back to me.” A low, cruel laugh rumbled between rigid jaws. “Mine, all mine, like you always were and always will be. What should I do with you first? I think,” he drew his words out, slow and methodical. “I want a pretty brown pelt, stretched against ivory. Or a litter of little Iberian puppies. Or dinner - yes, dinner and a show!” He cackled. “Marusya darling!” He yipped, suddenly yanking away. “ How much are you selling your rat for? I just got one hell of a craving.”
Alpha Adramalech , Maleah , @marusya , @miyako , @suki , @vivaldi
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Nanny
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Post by Maleah on May 19, 2018 0:36:52 GMT -8
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions; They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin 1292 words Maleah @marusya @stanley @psyche @beelzebub “ It was all just too much. Time hadn't healed her scars of these wolves at all. If anything, it had just let them scab over before ripping them open as soon as she stepped foot in scent range of the demons. Her oppressive fear of being near these wolves, one of them in particular, was out in the open for everyone to see. She was a sitting duck. Completely defenseless. She had no Koga to keep her safe from the demons, only his word and possibly Marusya's presence. She doubted that Psyche would help her out at all, she didn't even know of Maleah's plight with these wolves. The broken angel could only hope that the gingerbread scented wolf near her wouldn't do anything. She didn't want him getting into trouble with these demons on her behalf. His blood being shed over her would break her heart.The voice of her devil grated onto her ears as it picked up volume from the trees not far away. Damp jade eyes fearfully snapped towards the sound, her heartbeat picking up and the male's speech. “I could grab you by your scruff. Drag you some yards away. Ravish you. Rip you apart!” Familiar threats pierced her, an audible swallow leaving her as memories flooded her mind. “Give you a litter for next fall. Matter of fact!” Those words snapped Maleah's gaze away from the ashen brute. The last thing she wanted to do was see that scene. To see what could've become of her had Marusya not rescued her. “I won’t. For now. But mark my words, one day, I will.” Maleah could have cried in relief. The she-wolf was safe from him for the moment; she didn't have to hear that going on in the background.With that immediate danger gone, Maleah almost breathed a small sigh of relief. However, there was no room to relax. Beelzebub was on the move again, no longer distracted by the she-wolf. It seemed that the fight breaking out entertained him enough for now, but soon enough he would be bored again. Maleah's entire body was tense. She couldn't get close to the posture instructed to her by Koga and Marusya. Part of her wanted to, to show some improvement for when Koga returned and to make Marusya proud, but she just couldn't lift her frame. As she sat, her shoulders rolled forwards, hunching her over, making her smaller. Delicate mottled ears flicked backward, not glued to her skull as they had been before, but still too close for Marusya to like. She couldn't exactly tuck her tail underneath herself without sitting on it, so it coiled tightly against her side. Her chest was compressed, not allowing the three-quarter breaths she had grown accustomed to in her time away from the demons. Half breaths were the only thing keeping the shrunken beauty conscious. She so desperately wanted to distract herself, so taking as deep a breath as she could manage, she focused her neon gaze on the trees, looking through them, picking out details like small flowers or accumulating leaf litter. She blocked out the sounds of the nearby spar. The only thing she focused on was the delicate details in the woods before her, and the scent of gingerbread beside her. She let that fully occupy her mind.“How long do you think you have, Birdy?”She froze. Her breath caught on the bile that rose in her throat. She couldn't even muster up the bravery to blink. Every muscle in her body tightened so much that she knew that she would cramp up badly if she even survived. When Satan himself hisses in your ear, your hope of leaving unscathed can't be high.“How long before you become mine once more? You know it’s only a matter of time before ‘Daddy’ brings something better. Something pretty, something young, something pure, untainted, and unbroken. Time’s started ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock, and you’ve been tossed back to me.”
Tendrils of dread closed around Maleah's throat and paws, choking her while trapping her in the devil's grasp. Her frozen gaze fell from the trees as short breaths left her nose. He was right. She was ugly. Broken. Scarred. Her soul dirtied by the world around her. It wouldn't be hard to find someone better than her. Someone more motherly, less scared, more able to follow clear instructions. She'd be back with the demons before she knew it. Neon eyes clenched shut, her face pointing down at her toes as crystal tears began to fall.“Mine, all mine, like you always were and always will be. What should I do with you first? I think,” the promise of horrible deeds left Beelzebub's maw. Maleah's heart clenched as the thought of her contract and Koga's promise flooded back to her. She had made a deal to survive, a deal that signed her over to him. But Koga had said that they would not harm her in his presence. Keywords: his presence. He wasn't here. Her contract may as well have not been broken at all. “I want a pretty brown pelt, stretched against ivory. Or a litter of little Iberian puppies. Or dinner - yes, dinner and a show!” Familiar, but just as chilling words seeped into her bones. If she had a death wish, she would've pointed out how unoriginal Beelzebub was. They were the same threats as the first time. But she didn't, and these weren't threats. They were promises. She had seen a pelt, and though it was on Koga, she knew full well that Beelzebub was just as capable of doing the same. Cannibalism wasn't beneath him either. A choked sob left Maleah as the memories she had compartmentalized about... about... having to... she could even admit to it. As soon as her sob left her, Maleah clamped her mouth shut. She didn't need to anger Beelzebub more, nor Marusya who had told her about her displeasure of crying. Instead, the cinnamon she-wolf bit her tongue so hard that she could taste blood. And puppies, Beelzebub had threatened another she-wolf with the same thing just moments ago.“Marusya darling!” His sudden volume shift made her flinch away from him, her fur brushing Stanley's lightly. The fact that she was so weak in front of him made her ashamed. She didn't know why, but it sunk her self-esteem even deeper into the mud. “How much are you selling your rat for? I just got one hell of a craving.” In an instant, teary eyes snapped open and her head shot up, desperately staring at who was technically her owner. Complete unbridled panic took over her system. She thought that Beelzebub was just going to drag her away. Asking of Marusya's permission added another dimension of terror and unpredictability. At least now she had the chance to beg for her life."Please M'Lady, please. Please don't. Please," Maleah's choked voice barely whispered, tears falling freely from neon eyes as she pleaded for one last chance. She wasn't about to make promises she couldn't keep. Had she not shown her loyalty when they had first met? Had that not been enough? This was the end, Marusya was going to drop her like a stone, expecting Koga to return with some amazing wolf that was better than her in every way. She wanted to just collapse, to pass out and let Beelzebub kill her while she couldn't feel anything after Marusya gave her away. But she couldn't. She was desperate, clinging to any hope she could find that would keep her with Marusya. Clinging to hope that Koga would rescue her. Clinging to hope that she had appeased Adjetni enough for him to spare her from the demons that surrounded her. ” |
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on May 22, 2018 18:38:49 GMT -8
The female was more than capable of pulling away it seemed, and as his teeth lodged in her face, he started to growl, pulling at it with an intensity that would embed deep puncture holes into her cheek. Not piercing all the way through, but enough to make her retract from his teeth. They were rather close, so she immediately took the time to grasp his scruff as best she could, pulling at it as he latched onto her neck. They would stand like this, neither one giving in. His tail lashed behind him, his stance moving to tower above her to remove her from his neck. As her teeth yanked as an attempt to pull down on him once more, he couldn't help but give a small chuckle as he pulled away from the female, pushing her with his paw so that she would detach as well. "I don't say this to most, but you have proven yourself worthy to be in my pack," He said to her. "I will be immediately placing you as my General, and you are free to do as you please as long as you know one thing," He spoke with a tone that was much lighter than with his other subordinates, but it was still gruff. "You belong to this pack, and this pack only. You will die in this pack, and if you betray us, I will kill you," He told her, his tone carrying no emotion, but the threat behind it would be enough to make the female nod, a smile playing on her face as she seemingly accepted his terms. "What is your name?" He asked, needing to know the female that had been one of the first to actually put up a good fight. "Vivaldi," She spoke, giving just her name and nothing else. He would nod, giving her a small acknowledgment before turning to his pack, flicking his tail in her direction to brush across her nose in a seemingly more playful manner than Adramalech had adapted too. "Vivaldi will be your General from here on out, you will respect her and treat her as one of our own," He spoke loudly, looking towards each and every individual that was there currently. His pack was slowly starting to grow, and he knew that they would need to do one more round through the rogue lands before he would try and find them territory to settle in. He needed to give himself a reputation through the rogue lands, and he needed to kill a few more wolves before he felt satisfied with his work so far. Looking towards Beelzebub, who was currently preoccupied with one of the Cultists wolves, he would look around for Koga and Marusya, wanting to have them know of his plans to desert the territory so that they would tag along with them. He needed to keep his allies close, especially if they were to be working and sharing territory in the future. And there were some rules that he wanted to discuss with Koga before they started once more on their journey. .:: @koga @vivaldi @marusya @lilith @beelzebub Maleah @brutus @ako @koa ::. .:: Notes ::. |
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2018 15:45:15 GMT -8
Adramalech seemed not to care for the tan male's introduction, and Ako herself did not even take much interest in the fact that he, like herself, had come from afar. The midnight demon wasted no time in assigning him a rank- Omega- and warning him- both of them- not to conspire together to escape. Looks like that's not gunna happen, Ako thought sourly when the tan male threw her a glare. Which, of course, she returned- though she supposed, he had a right to detest her for drawing him into this. Still, she would not let herself display any sign of apologeticness. He shouldn't have come this close in the first place, if he really cared. Besides, he'd help take heat off her- if any wolf did intend to vent their frustrations on an Omega, there was now only a half chance it'd be her.
Even so, the realization that that was exactly what was intended from her in her current role was not a pleasent one.
Deciding to bring her attention back to the alpha, rather than dwell on that unpleasant though, the steely- pelted female watched as Adramalech wrestled with he snowy she- wolf. Ako found resentment beginning to seed itself in her as Vivaldi held her own against the dark brute, as Ako herself had failed to do. And her ears flattened when the other female was awarded the rank of general. But, since even she could see there was nothing she could do about it, Ako simply watched, as she channeled her irritation to a sour glare at her paws.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2018 14:04:25 GMT -8
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There’s always a wild side to an innocent face. Brightened optics skittered giddily over the wonderfully odd sight. Cocking a ginger head sweetly, crystalline canines glimmered in an oh-so innocent grin. How fun! How sweet! Finally someone she could help, someone she could assist! Someone who could lead her! Oh, oh yes! This would be so, so, so much fun! Xalie just knew it. Wasn’t it obvious? The way this Mister’s gaze stooped so gently down, careful hints of a smile emblazoning his handsome features, hiding the devilish plan beneath. As the stranger’s features warmed, the strange animal let out a small chirp of joy, an ebony flag fluttering behind her. With each sweetly sung word, Xalie fell deeper into the male’s trance. Widened optics carefully following his every movement. Suddenly; this male, this Mister, he became her sole interest. The figure to study, to observe. Her world, which previously served no purpose, suddenly did: Him. To study whatever he would throw her way, to immerse herself in whatever work she may happen upon. In all truth, it is what the beauty is best at: The art of losing one’s self.
Now, as Koga murmured of the sickly child his companion lugged along, a sympathetic smile was slung across petite features. The poor thing! Those green eyes must’ve encountered such horrors to turn such a sickly green.
Those eyes.
A beauty.
Hostage.
Pups?
Xalie huffed, a short breath caught in her thin throat. A panicked expression melting away as another sample of Koga’s comforting scent pooled over her. It was odd. The scent of sickly blood didn’t taint the oddly familiar smell. It was comparable to honey, sickly and sweet. The perfect treat for an innocent pup. As he moved onto his mate, Xalie flickered one ear uncomfortably. That word, mate. It felt sharp and forbidden in the oddities’ mind, something she was to avoid. But why? Either the way, the idea of meeting a wolf similar to Koga was far more than tempting. What was this? Was he truly-!! Salutary? Her? Xalie let out a giddy squeal, black limbs propelling in a small hop. Goodness! The words bubbled over her maw, a delighted “Yes!!” Being the only comprehensible thing to slip through onyx lips. “Koga- Er, Sir.. Alpha! I would be honored!!” Ohoh, this was better than expected! What a life she would lead! In a pack. Surrounded by family, doing deeds for the good of wolves. This is wonderful, joyous! Nothing could compare!
In the midst of her joy, Xalie barely registered the onyx brute who now sauntered around her. Alas, it was not frightening! He was simply another companion. A friend! Family. “Hi~!” She quipped, adjusting a crimson cranium to fully look at the giant. Massive ears fluttered at his broken question, eyes narrowing as he spoke. How cute! A simple minded male. He seemed perfectly fit to be a soldier. A mindless drone! The dame giggled at the thought, she would sharely share this with Mister.Alpha Koga later! “I’m a Maned wolf.” Her nose scrunched up, looking at the male, her head cocking in a curious nature. “Not sure why it’s called that.. Or what it means… But what does it matter! I’m me!” That grin returned, her limbs dancing in an ecstatic nature. “Unique! One-of-a-kind!” She sighed contentedly, settling as a warm smile settled over her features. “Just Xalie.”
Alas, her brief moment of peace was broken; shattered by a terrifyingly familiar smell. Immediately, Xalie snapped to the side, facing the owner of that scent. Alas, as quickly as muscle tensed, guards rose, they fell, dumbfounded by the stranger’s next few words. Babe? A small giggle rose from the bitch, outwardly confident thought she backed toward Mister.Alpha Koga - what a mouthful-. “Ha.. Why save something so far gone?” She smiled shyly, a playful wink sent the stranger’s way, before she glanced toward the deranged form of Sakia. “I’d rather devote my time” Her voice cooled suddenly, icy with unfamiliar distaste. “To something that stands a chance.” Quickly, the sun rose yet again, her sweet smile still frozen along her expression. Yet, apparent in her eyes, was worry. Her flank pressed against Koga’s front left limb, seeking protection from the stranger’s advances. “This sweetheart needs some help. Why not do that~?” Xalie smiled, radiating warmth as she looked back to a fellow maned wolf. “The more company the better, and you certainly are included! … If Mister.Alpha Koga”- Nono, that’s far to long. Why not… Alpha Ko? How cute. How cute!! “Agrees, that is.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 10:47:58 GMT -8
Koa was far from being separated from the group that had brought her to these woods; in fact, had she climbed even a miniscule rise, she likely would have been able to see them a short distance through the sparse brush. She was certainly close enough to hear the sharp voices of Beelzebub and Adramelech, even with the sound of the dry needles crackling beneath her paws. She wondered what poor creature had crossed their path this time.
Despite the close proximity, the silver she-wolf found herself immersed in the peaceful sensation of isolation, something she had not been blessed with throughout the duration of their most recent journey. Upon reaching the scattered forest, Koa had found herself without any specific tasks to attend to. As such, the healer had taken it upon herself to wander a bit in search of any herbs of possible use, provided that she remain within earshot of the demonic siblings - surely she would not be in too much trouble if she stayed where she could be easily found. The familiar practice had done her some good, as things were. Koa’s head was clearer than it had been in weeks.
The fear of the siblings and their conspirators had mostly dissipated now. None of them had made a move to harm her in any way since she had happened upon them that day in the valley. Perhaps some of the others did not share her sentiments; Maleah, the poor dear, still seemed terrified enough of them. Ako surely harbored her fury still, after the fight she had put up in the valley. Koa wondered if her compliance made her an outlier - or a coward.
As her mind wandered, Koa noted the location of plants with clusters of small, long-stemmed flowers - goldenrod. The flowers were among the several plants she had come across that may be of use in the future, from ragweed to daisy leaves. The female was, however, unsure if they would remain here long enough to require them. By this point, Koa was satisfied with her discoveries, though hesitant to return; the solitude was a welcome change. Regardless, she turned back, and began to pick her way through the scraggly brush and back to the remainder of the group.
OOC: Not a great post and its a tad bit open for whatever happens next, but I had a lot of catching up to do. I've been neglecting my posting a lot recently.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 6:49:03 GMT -8
"A disguise of self deception hides my secrets perfectly. I'm rejecting my reflection because I hate the way it judges me."
Watching with glittering eyes of rose, the dovelike female noted the way her new companion’s expression lit at the curious words that has slipped from between her soft ebony lips. The lovely golden she to whom Psyche spoke was quick to announce an excited command to take a seat before lowering herself to the ground with a soft sigh. The white wolf took a seat herself, her ears pricked with what was indeed a true feeling: intrigue. “Where to begin,” Marusya whispered with the hushed tone of a practiced storyteller. Seeming to have found her place, she began, “Well, Adjetni was born from a mountain of fire, with his birth came destruction but also, purification and rebirth. Adjetni became the watcher of the dead, who would pass a test on you if you were a follower or not. Those who followed Adjetni were welcome to a place of paradise, and those who were infidels, those who denied Adjetni, were sent to fiery pits to be tortured until the end of days.”
A smile glided across Marusya’s lips even as Psyche’s head dipped ever so slightly to the right in the barest hint of contemplation. The golden female spoke of her god in a way that painted a glorious image of benevolence; purification, rebirth, paradise. If such wonderful things were granted to the devout, Psyche could understand why Marusya had become a believe, and had seemed so eager to share. She did wonder, however, what sort of wolves would find themselves subject to this Adjetni’s wrath. “Adjetni, while strict, rewards his followers with prosperity, luck, and fertility. So do not worry, I will get you to where you need to be for you to be able to reach paradise upon death.” How so? Psyche wondered, though the alabaster beauty kept her words to herself, instead choosing to curve her lips into a wide-eyed smile belonging to one with a thirst for knowledge - which, she supposed, she was. While the female had a tendency to mask her feelings on the outside, this time she was truly ensnared by her new companion’s words. There was something enchanting about the way in which Marusya spoke of Adjetni, the way the positives of her god glaringly outshone the negatives. Lost in thought, Psyche almost did not realize that the pregnant female had risen to leave. Her tone was stern as she spoke once more. “A heads up, our group is traveling with another, more dangerous group for the time being, so my suggestion is to keep your heads low and do not speak out of turn. You may ask questions while he move forward, but once we are in their presence, stick next to me unless directed.”Psyche rose, taking her place alongside the other three wolves. As they sauntered along, the female contemplated all that had been said. Marusya had mentioned regrouping with a second group - a dangerous one. The ivory creature could not help but wonder who they were, and why the preganat she-wolf viewed them as so dangerous that the newcomers were warned to keep their heads down. Regardless, Psyche intended to do as she was told. She had been given no reason to mistrust Marusya or her advice. The group passed into a clearing, where a plethora of wolves milled about; silvers and ebonies, whites and browns. The colors swarmed in Psyche’s vision as she gazed about. Several of these new wolves were somewhat intimidating, with their hulking forms and scarred flesh. One particular brute with an unmistakable air of dominance faced off against a white she-wolf. The pristine female made sudden expressions or movements in response to the tension or population; she made no show of fear, and no one in the clearing would ever no that the slightest tinge of unease tugged invisibly at her gut. She opted instead to follow Marusya’s advice and keep to herself - for now, at least. From the corner of her eye, the silken dove noted that Marusya had rested her body, so heavily laden with pups, a short distance away. Psyche took a few steps to follow her, hoping to stay close to the wolf with whom she was most familiar. She heard the soft murmur that hummed from the golden wolf, “Everything will be fine, Koga will return today, I can feel it.” Koga. Marusya had mentioned that name before. It belonged to her mate. Where he had gone, Psyche did not know, though she was curious enough to look forward to meeting him. As they waited for the nearly-palpable tension nearby to die down, a towering salt-and-pepper brute crept into their midst, his attention on Maleah. His filthy threats and comments swirled through the air, and sweet, petite little Maleah seemed to cave in upon herself as though she were trying to disappear. The air carried the stench of the little female’s fear. “Marusya darling! How much are you selling your rat for? I just got one hell of a craving.”
Psyche froze completely. The gentle swish of her tail halted, her ears pricking attentively. Maleah’s small, terrified whisper broke in, begging and pleading. “Please, M’Lady, please. Please don’t. Please.”Though she did her best to remain calm on the outside, internally, Psyche seethed. It wasn’t simply wrong of the psychotic brute to treat Maleah that way - it was downright cruel. The alabaster phantom’s paws flexed subtly, her claws digging into the soil. All the while, her face maintained its careful porcelain mask of indifference, for surely Marusya would not let this go on. Despite all her time practicing and maintaining her composure, she wondered if a few cracks at formed in the surface of her facade; if one looked close enough, surely they would clearly see her rosey eyes burning. Psyche may have been a wolf of few obvious emotions, but to watch someone threaten and torment a young, defenseless, terrified female? It made her heart roar. She was just far enough away that she could not even reach out to comfort poor Maleah, though she so desperately wanted to. Marusya’s warning burned in her head all the while. “Keep your heads low and do not speak out of turn.”
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OOC: Looks like we get to see a little bit of Psyche with some real emotions c: |
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