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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 19, 2012 2:02:28 GMT -5
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The female alpha firmly pressed her paw pads within the loam adjacent to the shimmering lake. Tranquility resonated from within the still monarch as she allowed fluid strokes to haul each elongated limb from the terrain. Cyone etched subtle prints within the trim of the translucent pool as she neared closer to its chilled depths. Idly she gazed within the alluring serenity of the lake, low breaths lapped off its glass like surface returning a inviting tingle. Temptation grew too strong and the ivory hued alpha plunged her muzzle within the enticing fluid, the numb chill washing over her tongue; drenching it in soothing water. Recoiling from its embrace she allowed a leveled gaze to reside upon the mirror that becomes subtly distorted from the ripples. Finally it revealed her calmed expression and the vibrancy of her immaculate pelt.
Swiveling her velvety textured ears she enriched her hearing to skim her surroundings cautiously. Features remained still without a hint of muscle contorting. Flinging her densely packed tail she elevated it evenly spine to display her regal stature without jabbing it down the throats of others. Unease glimmered from her facial region as she that someone was near, without even a flicker of aggression she merely placed one paw elegantly after the other to advance toward the foliage. The luminosity of her irises dancing along the ever changing environment which sent it to shudder with hues. Ebony dyed pupil contracted to a pin prick as she allowed herself to remain serene.
Dismissing her unease like a heavy cloud that burdened her, the female monarch swayed her attention hesitantly back toward the lapping of the lake. Knowing all too well that it was forbidden to quarrel here, however the unease of ambush still nagged Cyone frequently. Somehow she feared the other packs, the admitted that but that only makes her stronger. Cyone refused to allow such emotions to negate her ability to lead her pack, in doing so will schedule the extermination for the ones so dear to her. Even if majority of her family is gone, she will never abandon her pack. Blunted claws gouged the delicate texture of the moist soil, portraying her inner turmoil. Cyone rarely allowed emotions other than kindness to cloud her visage, only observant fellows noticed that her eyes displayed everything about her deeper haunting. Once more she allowed a subtle huff to drain the sorrows she kept sewed within her returning her disposition into more of a pleasant one.
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Post by Enter The Night on Aug 19, 2012 3:34:04 GMT -5
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Moving onward effortlessly, the Alpha of Hell made his way promptly across the province, his abrasive paws transporting him over the region noiselessly. With his ebony nostrils flaring and inhaling the scents of the crisp hair, he growled mutely. A single scent seemed to mingle along the terrain, causing the brute’s hackles to raise rather stiffly. Striding in a leisured pace, the massive brute trotted adjacent to the bank, leaving indentions in the sodden loam. Allowing his dense tail to waver in a content position and tickles his ankles, the dominant male forced his ears to become erect. Emerging from the obscurity, he seemed to be a animate shadow, besides the alluring irises that resided in his sockets. His narrowed gaze fell upon the Alphess of Heaven and a deviant smirk cracked along his features. He hadn’t seen Cyone in some time, however it wasn’t odd to find her by the Cherub Lake. Parting his lips, the male’s words shattered the silence and fell from his lips like honey. “Cyone, it’s been some time since our last encounter, hm?”
Reclining back onto his haunches, he took in her appearance with a interested facade, his gaze brightening. As usual, her immaculate pelt seemed to radiate a glow of it’s own, outshining the moon by far. Although she stood taller than the average wolf, she was still a few inches shorter than himself, however her elongated limbs caused her to appear massive. Not only that, but when she moved she appeared to be almost floating. The gracefulness of the female was indescribable and to be honest, it cast a sense of tranquility of him. Malevolent knew how peaceful she was and the odds of her partaking in a battle were slim to none, either way, he kept his guard up. Shifting his broad muzzle to the water’s edge, he pivoted his shoulder and decreased the height along his neck so that he may reach the water. Observing his reflection for a moment, he smirked lightly before penetrating the surface with his salmon hued muscle. Lapping at the translucent water in silence, the brute sighed contently, enjoying the sensation of the frigid water gliding down his throat and parching his quench.
Once he was satisfied, he reeled back, the remaining droplets of water cascading from his chin and swiveling back down to the earth. Returning his attention to the Alphess of the Heaven pack, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Oh and don’t worry, I’m still well aware of the tranquility rules here. No fighting or bloodshed…blah blah blah. One of your pack mates always find the need to clarify them to me every time I come here for a refreshing drink. It’s quite unnecessary, I haven’t reached that point were a fall into an uncontrolled savage that rips into every sliver of flesh he gets the chance.” Sarcasm and mock humor drenched his words as he smoke them with a rather amused expression, his captivating irises locking onto hers.
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Aug 19, 2012 4:15:40 GMT -5
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A sickly dark voice plagued her mind as the elegant monarch took her time tilting her petite skull inquisitively toward the sadistic alpha of Hell. A blink enclosed her lovely irises before revealing them once more; a thin barely recognized smile lifted her facial muscles. Unintentional her gaze lingered upon the broad muscles that subtly rippled with each contract of his limbs. Bi-colored gaze skimmed his physique thoroughly before concluding toward the crystals that resonated beneath his ebony fur. Briefly she paused to allow her gaze to linger, tugging it away rather leisurely before hauling toward her elongated limbs.
Facial features morphed to her previous stillness, like the surface of undisturbed water. Hesitation diminished as soon as it appeared, she began to confidently elevate her cranium so it was bore more proudly. Rounded ears erected rather comfortably, she seemed to be acting as if Malevolent was a close friend. The only hinting of her inner emotions was the subtle ripples of her finely etched irises, the colors like a door to her true emotions. Yearning to ask if he was responsible for the disappearances of her parents, like a pathetic pup she wanted to ask so badly. The muscles along her jaw clenched ever so slightly as she suppressed the desire to bombard him with questions. In his presence she felt vulnerable. The mere though sent her tranquil thoughts into a tremor of doubt; in these moods she endured it alone. However she was disturbed.
"Well greetings my good friend, Maow."
Cyone contained a thick proper accent when she pronounced his pet name, her voice resonating like a chime of a bell. Almost like a kitten purr she continues to endure his enticing staring. Finally emotion bursts from her with light feminine giggles,
"You know all too well my members do not believe in violence..."
However I do! Barely suppressing the thought she allowed it to lie down within the depths of her mind. Allowing a curt nod she merely twitched her lips into a thin smirk. The company of the demented male surprisingly entertained her. Suddenly she recoiled abruptly staring at the male in perplexity. Unhinging her jaws to speak she fastened it to avoid choking within the smell which wafted from Maow. The aroma hinted stale warmed sands however contained very pronounced masculinity. It was slightly alluring which forced her to pause noticeable to inhale his scent. Suddenly she was jerked from her daze when the metallic tang of blood mingled upon him. Lurching from him her gaze accusingly staring strongly toward the male.
"Blood.. I should have known."
Almost speaking to only to herself, she refused to be seduced by a creature such as him. The thought fueled her determination as she grinned boldly upon the alpha. Densely packed tail elevated neutrally with her spine, not really caring for dominance. The sun began to climax within the sky, gleaming upon the spine of the monarch allowing the luminance to radiate the area, gaze fastened in an equal respect with the brute's.
"I do hope you're having a pleasant time here."
Casting her gaze like a stone she skimmed her surroundings due to force of habit before grasping her stare once more, posture tall and erect.
Word Count: 541
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Post by WHISper on Aug 19, 2012 13:47:31 GMT -5
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The Einser Woods were quiet today, almost too quite. Ghost lay beneath the arms of a particularly large tree, basking in the peace, mirrors half closed but ears alert at all times, swiveling to catch every little chirp of a bird and scatter of a squirrel. His sides rose and fell in rhythmic breathing and his tail lay lazily beside him, twitching every now and again. His grey pelt was in better condition than most wolves around here and his strong muscles lay dormant beneath his thick skin. //What a pleasant day.// the titan thought to himself as he pushed himself up somewhat reluctantly.
A soft breeze whispered through the trees, listlessly stirring evergreen leaves. Soft wisps of clouds were scattered across the light sapphire sky, a stark contrast with the light blue it drifted in. Rays of the golden sun filtered through the dancing emerald leaves and flickered upon Ghost’s pelt. The wind drew its jealous fingers through his fur, tugging at it almost as if to urge him onward. Ghost stretched out his limbs and a yawn extended his maw. He drew up to his full height, an impressive sight for sure and suddenly he was off at a fast lope, reveling in the wind that flew by him, flying with him…
Soon the Drei river came into view and Ghost changed direction so that he was running along its banks, paws creating massive indents in the muddy surface. His pack would be alright without him for a moment; right now he had other things to do. He quickened his pace somewhat and a few minutes later the Cherub Lake came into view. //I hope she’s here.// Ghost thought, referring to Cyone. He had a few things to discuss with her and so far each of their meetings had been a pleasant one.
As expected she came into view but she wasn’t alone. She stood in the shallows of the lake and what stood opposite her instantly caused Ghost’s neck hairs to rise. A tinge of heightened dislike crawled down his spine like a venom but he kept up his pace, even more determined to get to Cyone. Ghost knew that Cherub Lake was a peaceful gathering place, but Hell wasn’t as understanding at all times…
Ghost’s gaze was fixed upon the Hell Alpha as he slowed down, entering the boundaries of the gathering, water splashing at his paws. Powerful muscles rippled beneath his fur and his movements were ridden with purpose. A growl was imminent on the tip of his tongue but he held it back, pulling up next to Cyone. Ears were fixed upon Malevolent, never flinching as the grey wolf exuded confidence.
"I do hope you're having a pleasant time here."
The words came from Cyone and almost caught Ghost off guard. //Since when did Cyone offer Malevolent such pleasant words?// For a moment Ghost was unsure but nonetheless he dipped his proud head towards Cyone,
“Greetings Cyone…”
He seemed definitely distracted and his gaze returned to the Hell Alpha, barely regarding him with a slight jerk of his head, jade pools evident with loathing towards this black hearted wolf,
“If you came here only for a drink of water, I do believe you can go drink the fouled water of Hell. I’m sure it’ll have no effect on you.”
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Post by Enter The Night on Aug 23, 2012 21:44:43 GMT -5
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Cyan gems gleamed vibrantly in the gloom, casting a luminosity of their own whilst bearing a foreboding disposition. Said gems seemed to become more tapered as the massive lupine narrowed his gaze into a slight boorish expression. The Alpha of Hell clicked his tongue along the roof of his mouth, which was his trademark sign for irritation as he glowered crossly at Cyone. Wrinkling his broad muzzle in a malicious manner, he revealed his lethal incisors for a fraction of a second as he offered her a faux grin.“Oh Cyclops. You know how much I resent that nickname.” Raising a non existent brow in mock astonishment he continued, “No wonder you still use is.”
With his vertebra resting against the perennial trunk that was rooted directly behind him and his dense appendage resting neatly besides his paws, he looked rather regal. Well…regally apathetic. Satin textured earlobes flickered indolently as he shifted his vibrant gaze along the province, searching for something appealing to gaze upon. As usual, he found nothing of interest in the Heavenly territory, other than the treasured Cherub Lake. He had been planning on a raid upon the Heaven Pack to claim the lake as his own. Although he and Cyone had a relatively good relationship and they weren’t particular hostile with one another. Of course they weren’t considered ‘the best of friends’, however they did indeed share past memories. The alabaster pigmented canine abruptly wrenched her physique away, merely causing Malevolent to convert his piercing irises to her facade. Not a muscle twitched as he observed her with a raised eyebrow, awaiting her next actions.
"Blood.. I should have known."
Her statement brought a rather sardonic smirk to his leathery lips and he elevated a single paw to his broad muzzle. Twitching his moist nostrils he inhaled the sweet metallic tang of the scent, causing the back of his throat to tickle and his hackles to rise ever so slightly. Allowing the forepaw to remain eminent in the atmosphere, he returned his gems to her valiant visage with a light hearted growl. “Don’t sound so surprised Cy, it’s not like you don’t know me and my…habits.” Presenting her with a brief impish grin, the Alpha tipped his muzzle subtly towards her, acknowledging her neutral stance.
"I do hope you're having a pleasant time here."
Her words were cast aside for the moment as he swiveled his ears towards the approaching Alpha of Earth, his broad muzzle following so that he may plaster his venomous gaze upon the opposing male. The ebony canine merely observed in resentful silence as the discolored male trotted briskly towards Cyone, a slight sinful leer cracking his malicious features. Allowing his curtaining lips to draw back, he exposed his maliciously glinting incisors with a spiteful cackle, quite amused by Ghost’s comment.
“If you came here only for a drink of water, I do believe you can go drink the fouled water of Hell. I’m sure it’ll have no effect on you.”
Emitting an indifferent exhale of carbons, the brute heaved himself fluently to his resilient pads, towering over both of the rival Alphas with a rather jaded disposition. Striding sinuously towards the Cy’s immaculate form, he unhinged his jaws silently, a honey drizzle chuckle slipping from his tongue in a silken fashion, “I was enjoying my time significantly until this…ahem…lovely guest came by for a visit.” Rounding on his heels, he whirled around to gaze evenly into Ghost’s emerald irises, angling his muzzle downward slightly to make himself level with the slightly shorter male. “Thirsty? No, I’m quite quenched, however the next time I find myself feeling parched, I’ll be sure to raid your lands and claim a glorious lake for my Hell pack.” A challenging glint was cleverly disguised in his merciless crystalline gaze, as he stared down at the male, his lips curling over his teeth in a inauspicious grin.
Word Count: 652
OOC: CRAP. I'm sorry for how late this is. I had forgotten it was my turn. ;c Forgive me? <3
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Post by WHISper on Aug 25, 2012 2:21:10 GMT -5
OOC: Okay... Sorry to have bothered you guys but I understand now. Also thank you for clearing it out and helping me. I guess I'm just too used to equine RPG's where 2 years would be VERY young and I apologize Night, I never meant to offend you and I'll never call you anything except Night ever again...
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Post by WHISper on Sept 1, 2012 4:39:11 GMT -5
OOC: Are we still going to continue this or not?
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Sept 1, 2012 14:59:47 GMT -5
OOC: We are. Sorry.. I've been quite busy lately...
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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 12, 2012 16:06:36 GMT -5
Bump? ;~~~;
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Sept 17, 2012 7:19:06 GMT -5
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Cyone observed the male with alert bi-colored eyes, lips curtaining any hint of hostility. A gentle breeze swept over the unmoving glass like surface of Cherub lake, coating the two lupine in a serene chill. Her extremely dense pelt repelled the cold wind, only tossing the elongated stands elegantly from her frame. The scent of a familiar male entered his nostrils, allowing her to pivot her neck and face the approaching Earth Alpha. The tension was obvious and force once Cyone began to get uncomfortable, she never enjoyed violence much less witness it.
“If you came here only for a drink of water, I do believe you can go drink the fouled water of Hell. I’m sure it’ll have no effect on you.”
“Thirsty? No, I’m quite quenched, however the next time I find myself feeling parched, I’ll be sure to raid your lands and claim a glorious lake for my Hell pack.
The tranquil expression upon the immaculate features of the female alpha turned into an rather saddened frown. Such... cold words they exchange, it made her obvious dream of peace seem so distant. Angling her velvety texture ears toward them, she straightened her posture so she stood into a tall regal posture, expression idle and once again unreadable as she spoke, her chords chiming like a bell, the serene voice escaping the crevice of her jaws. "Greetings Ghost." she paused to allow her petite muzzle to descend into a arc, dipping it in equal recognition.
"All is welcomed here, even the alpha of Hell. I'll appreciate that your disagreements could be ignored for this once, I also assume you have business with me. You may speak with me alone if you'll like, once Maow is done visiting." Cyone's voice never faltered as she spoke, she merely was being neutral to both males since that is her wish, for all to coexist happily. Malevolent seemed like the only one preventing such dream, however Cyone still felt like it wouldn't be right. They were old childhood acquaintances. Swiping her elongated stranded tail across her heels, she allowed a sincere smile to graze her lips to the two alphas. She enjoyed speaking to them both, even Maow's harsh words were welcomed, after all she dismissed that as being who he is.
The petite circumference of her paws lightly crushed the frail grass beneath her, the female was seemingly calm in the presence of both alphas as she lightly stepped from them to gain distance. Observant eyes skimmed each posture of them to notice if they seemed hostile, although she assumed Malevolent might be acting since he was difficult to read so she usually dismissed his antics. Ghost on the other hand, he seemed loud and proud. Almost wanting his emotions to be heard, at least that was how Cyone saw it. Shoulder joints subtly lifted as she reclined into a comfortable sitting posture, her disposition seemed a bit cheerful as she exchanged a glance with each male.
Emerald and russet tinged gaze was solemn, her features lightly shifted to a more idle expression as she situated her posture to a neutral tone, despite being an alpha she never constantly made it obvious. Immaculate alabaster pelt shimmered ever so slightly against the everlasting gaze of the sun, not yet ready to be doused by the silvery glaze of the moon. This landscape enriches her mood, allows her to calm, that's why she constantly observed nature. Cyone's tranquility resonated from her like a thick aura, never would she ever allow a snarl pass against her pure lips.
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Post by WHISper on Sept 24, 2012 13:20:24 GMT -5
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Things were obviously tense between the three gathered wolves and no matter how obviously Cyone wanted to hide it, there was no hiding the obvious dislike between the packs. They were well passed getting along… That was something not even to be considered any longer since Malevolent had so clearly made up his made and didn’t budge from his evil ways. For some reason Cyone still held hope beyond the measure of that hope that Malevolent would turn. How she could stay optimistic about this for so long was almost unthinkable to the alabaster wolf who now flanked Cyone with a stern gaze upon the Hell alpha. His stance was rigid but not overly overpowering and his gaze was unflinching. He knew that Cyone and Malevolent were on speaking terms, friendly terms even, because they had grown up together mostly. Why she kept believing in Malevolent was what fazed Ghost but he didn’t doubt her ways. She was wise beyond her years and her Heavenly ways desired for her to accommodating to others no matter who they were and so Ghost made a conscious decision to lighten up and maybe even try to make this meeting a pleasant one. He was here now and so was Malevolent. What else could he do? The gaze Malevolent now bore into him was venomous as Ghost merely looked on, remaining neutral, no emotion leaking to his façade now.
Cyone was the exact opposite of Malevolent, her features serene a moment before they faded to sadness. An amused cackle sounded forth from Malevolent just as Ghost spoke and the marble colored wolf couldn’t help but be amused by this Hell alpha. The blackened wolf got up to his paws and attempted to tower over the other two Alphas, his demeanor clearly dominating and Ghost merely shrugged it off, giving his behavior no heed. He spoke to Cyone, sarcasm surely dripping from his lips like poison as he refereed to the fact that his encounter was no longer pleasurable. The ebony wolf then turned on Ghost, once again trying to tower over Ghost to no avail as he and the Hell alpha stood at equal height but Malevolent tilted his shoulders to somewhat lower himself which left Ghost a smidge higher than Malevolent. Flickering an ear back and forth with nonchalance Ghost lowered his posterior to the ground, an amused glimmer in his eyes but the rest of his face emotionless.
“Thirsty? No, I’m quite quenched, however the next time I find myself feeling parched, I’ll be sure to raid your lands and claim a glorious lake for my Hell pack.”
A challenge lay within Malevolent’s gaze as Ghost gazed down at him, nonchalance the main aura that enclosed the Earthen Alpha. A knowing smile curled upon his lips and a chuckle resounded from exposed maw, promptly closing a moment after.
“Oh please, stop with the compliments, Malevolent. I know my land is glorious but do not deceive yourself in thinking you could EVER enter my land without dying.”
Nonchalance was the main emotion that coated the words Ghost had just spoken and his smile was tempting but Cyone spoke next and his façade faded to emotionless once more as his harks guided his gaze to the ivory female,
"All is welcomed here, even the alpha of Hell. I'll appreciate that your disagreements could be ignored for this once, I also assume you have business with me. You may speak with me alone if you'll like, once Maow is done visiting."
A sincere smile followed upon her kissers and Ghost nodded graciously in her direction,
“As you wish, Cyone.”
Ghost observed Malevolent for a moment and amazingly nodded in respect, no matter how underserved, towards Malevolent. He turned, sloshing water beneath him and set off at a trot. He would come search her out later, after all, his respect for Cyone far surpassed his dislike towards the Hell alpha.
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