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Post by sophia on Sept 28, 2012 22:21:27 GMT -5
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The banished prince seemed to favor Hell lands - perhaps it was the warm smell of death that graced his olfactory or the dreams he had of killing his brother to get his crown back. Either way, Darius found himself happier than he would have otherwise been, and he didn't mind. He woke up as soon as he had gained his crown back - the skull of their diety, worn in ceremonies and by the alpha male - his tongue tasting the warm blood of his own kin. His people cheered and some shivered, but nevertheless, he was proud he had his people. In his dream, he turned to them, drenched in blood and his eyes a wild red, containing endless bloodlust.
'Your true king has returned!' he bellowed. Everyone cheered and women fell at his feet. No one cared that he had completely changed, and it was enough to see Darius' face, and that was enough to boost his ego. When he woke, he was disappointed, his eyes their natural gold, blinking once or twice in an attempt to wash away the grogginess. His brain started running slowly, but by the time he rose it was whirring at it's regular speed, generally much faster than anyone else's. Darius prided himself on his intellect, mainly, and it was where his ego rose from. He was never truly aware of his physical prowess, simply because of the fact that he never got the hance to look upon himself. To him, the world was just smaller than he was, and that was fine. His strong legs moved him out of the sun and into the shade - his body lingering on the border of Hell lands - between the desolate dunes and the the greenery of the free world. The happiness that stretched beyong the dunes was almost painful to look at or think of - Darius had not known happiness ever since his kidnapping. If he - the king who had lost everything - didn't deserve happiness, why did the rest of the world? He always got frustrated with ahppy wolves without a care in the world, and there was often on or two who died by his teeth simply because they smiled too much.
But today, he stepped onto this green, foriegn land. His feet didn't burn as he expected it to, but instead, he dove under a shading tree, his black fur probably steaming due to all the heat. Not having a formal den had been painful, but c'est la vie. If he wanted to be a rogue, he'd have to abide by their lifestyle. Perhaps one day when he could stand to stay in a place of freedom he could claim a den for himself, but the thought of that happening was overly distant and Darius didn't quite think it possible.
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Post by WHISper on Sept 30, 2012 11:27:36 GMT -5
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Assassin… It was a calling she had been familiar with her whole life. It was a calling that she loved, something she could live to do the rest of her life, if she survived. A crooked smile played on the vixen’s lips at this thought. Yes her line of work had many dangers and she knew very well that these dangers could mean the end of one who did not know their place. Envy on the other hand knew exactly where she belonged and what she was capable of. She had known this since birth, after all, and her skills had been carved into her from the time she could walk. Her family had been a proud one and she grew up amidst expectations and anticipation. Through it all she rose to the occasion and overtook even her father’s highest expectations. She was truly a killing machine but it had never been enough for her father. He could never tell her that he was proud of her and so she had learned to become detached. She didn’t need his or anyone else’s approval. Well now that was all except Malevolent. She lived for his approval.
With ears upright and at attention, ochre eyes scanning the endless dunes Envy moved at a comfortable lope, intent on her goal and mission. Nothing would stop her now. For when Envy had made up her mind nothing could make her reconsider. Her muscles flowed fluidly under her pelt, creating the most beautiful illusion as she ran. The wind tugged gracefully at her long pelt and for a moment there it was hard to believe she was such a cold hearted killer. She much resembled a ghost as she moved and her footfalls were completely silent as she ascended yet another dune. All the while her eyes scanned the land, taking in every small detail within a mere second as she had been trained to. There had been talk of a revolution that had been growing among the Rogue’s, something that would become a problem if it were not handled soon and Envy was sent to take out their leader. Now it was well known that Malevolent could have sent any old Hell wolf, all of them had a healthy appetite for killing, but when Malevolent needed it done discreetly he usually sent Envy or another of his Assassins.
In the not too far distance Envy could see the Dunes gradually fade into greenery, the start of the free lands and a crooked smile once more played upon her velvety kissers. Her eyes were set ablaze and she knew she was getting closer to her goal, but as she came closer she could see something standing in her way. It was a black wolf. She slowed to a mere trot and remained hidden. The wind was in her favor and soon his scent drifted to her. //A rogue, how fitting.// the vixen thought. The glimpse of earlier had already given her a complete map of the area and without flaw she knew how to go about it. She had her looks to her advantage after all. She would first try to find out who he was.
With a natural grace to her step she rose over the last dune and strolled towards him with only a small hint of a swaying hip. Her mask was fixed in an emotionless gaze with a slight hint to her ochre eyes. When she came close enough a smile graced her kissers and she tilted her dainty tiara ever so slightly,
“Why hello there, Rogue.”
She rounded him with that effortless seductive sway and caressed his chin with her silky tail, coming to a stop before him but remaining standing and at the ready…
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Post by sophia on Sept 30, 2012 21:19:46 GMT -5
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The second his ears twitched to the sound of words aimed in his direction, his eyes rolled. His head was turned away from this female, luckily, and thankfully his mind was unheard, as well. Why he had stuck around Hell was beyond him right now - they never allowed him peace and always seemed to want to drag him into their den and fuck his brains out. He grunted quietly as he turned to the female. Before he even got a chance to full turn she had advanced, her tail reaching up and stroking his muzzle. Darius got a weird sense of dejavu and he growled low in his chest - so low that it was practically inaudible and just a vibration that he could feel.
You Hell wolves are like the plague, he wanted to growl. You spread like disease and are completely undesirable. But no one's immune, and you take advantage of that. All you do is make me sick. You'll probably be the death of me, as well. He held his tongue, though, like a good gentleman. He didn't react in a positive or negative manner to this female's touch, remaining completely indifferent as he spoke.
"Hello," he cooed, keeping pleasantries aside for the time being. All he wanted was to be alone - he had planned on sleeping, actually. But someone had to disrupt his peace, and that was just fucking peachy. It was amazing how in control of his facade he was - he forced a smile to show on his lips, though it looked so genuine and without any effort at all. "How many I help you, sweet demon?" His words, deep, dark and powerful, but alluring all the same. His massive frame was the same way, deep, dark and powerful. His body was easily much, much bigger than she, his body muscled even more. He didn't attempt to flex or anything in front of this female, though. He obviously wasn't intimidating enough for this female for her to stay away, and personally, Darius wasn't too happy about that.
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