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Post by DA VINCI~ on Feb 19, 2011 1:56:28 GMT -5
The body of water was known as a moat for it’s position, curled around the Crooked Stone in a protective stance. Within it’s murky-depths lay the crocodiles which were held dormant and spitefully loyal to the Astran, but malicious towards any rogue wolves that dared come near.
Xeno took a deep breath, taking in the scent of blood and rotting corpses; an every-day aroma that lingered in his pack-land. The freshly strewn body of a human-girl lay in a lake of her own blood at the feat of the beastly-wolf. His crimson eyes flashed down to the neck of the being in his mouth, and he gave a sadistic lick to his lips. The poor girl’s life had came to such a miserable end... Such innocence didn't deserve it. But that was exactly what gave the sadistic wolf his pleasure; taking such purity from another being... it was what he lived for. The blood in his jaws, the felsh in his teeth - he craved more it every minute.
As the lifeless heap was thrown out of his jaws to roughly collide on the stone-ground, Xeno gave a blood-curdling cackle, eyes wide with madness and lust. He mercilessly snapped onto the corpse and threw his head back and forth viciously before tossing the body into the moat below, where the crocodiles would finish the job. A wicked, toothy grin spread across his crimson-stained jaws as the gators vigorously ripped apart the carcass. Blood seeped into the moat, the red clashing with the murky waters.
Suddenly, one of his tattered ears flicked behind him, his cracked eye failing to keep up with the other. He whipped around, darkness seeming to swirl off his coat as he faced his approaches. His lips curled back in a snarl that seemed to ripple through his body, adrenaline, felt many times before, coursing through his veins. Golden, haunting eyes glared at the wolf who stood before him, his tail raised high. The snarl ceased upon recognition; one of his own stood before him. One of his minions, the fae before him was bold to attempt to sneak up on him. And her dominant stature was just a little offensive to his well-respected rank... What did she want? |
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Post by ' ' Rose ; ; on Feb 19, 2011 18:10:54 GMT -5
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' ' Blood reached the femmora's nostrils as she moved through the forest. Her nostrils flared, a red glint coming into her orbs. She loved blood, the scent and taste of it. The blood would slip over her tastebuds and down into her throat like wine. It made her dizzy with pleasure and intoxicated as it went to her head. Blood was a ambrosia to her senses, instead of the soft, light liquid known as water. She drank nothing but the sweet esscence of lupine, feline, and human blood that would cause shudders to ripple through her form. Blood was the best nourishment to her, well next to eating raw meet that slid down her throat and into her stomach.
' ' Rose slipped through the forest, orbs staring a head with interest. She felt her auds flick forth, listening to the cackle of the insane lupine who was her alpha. She stiffened, and her jowls opened as she panted. Damn, she really did like the brute known as Xeno because he insane and cannibalistic like she was. He savored the rich sweetness of blood, and craved it like her own insane mind. He was the perfect mate...if only she could make him see that. A sigh escaped her jowls as she picked up speed, paws making quick work of the terrain. Leaping over a fallen tree, she landed with feline grace near the 'moat.' Her cool gaze swept over the crocodiles as they feasted on a human girl who had fallen prey to her alpha's jowls. Her gaze watched the red waters with interest and a dark, burning need.
' ' Rose's gaze then went to her alpha. She took in his appearence, from the blood splattered pelt to the gaze that was fastened upon her form. A cruel smirk played upon her jowls as she leaped over the moat to land mere feet from her. Dropping her crown, she paid him no heed as she lapped at the blood that soaked the terrain in a thick puddle. The taste exploded on her tongue, and sent shivers escaping through her form. A hum of pleasure escaped her as she lifted her gaze to meet Xeno's. She knew her violet orbs were darkened with bloodlust and a deep need to kill, to feel ivories ripping through weak flesh of her prey. Her jowls began to ache, ivories burning from the lack of muscle to tear through, and blood to splash and tease. A sigh of disappointment escaped her as she stared at the moat once more, envy in her orbs.
' ' Standing before the alpha, plume raised high and auds pricked, the femmora met his gaze. Hello Xeno. I see you have a delightful time she murmured, lyrics full of pleasure and yearning. She licked her jowls, the blood still fresh on her lips. It's sad I did not get here earlier to hear her screams she sighed in dejection, actually disappointed that she had not been here. Anyway, that is not why I came, M'lord. I have a proposition for you she stated, lyrics now full of assertive nature and a deep tint of bloodlust. I ask that you appointment me alphess beside you. Not out of feelings or any of that shit about love. I want to be alphess to make sure no weaker femmora's try to come first and become alphess to rule me. I can't tolerate weakness in any lupines, it sickens me. I have allies in this pack, ones who hated the old alpha and have power in the pack. If I join alongside you as a partner, and you could say mate, I could give you my allies, and if you wish it, heirs to become powerful lupines that will rule. she stated calmly. She stood tall, meeting his gaze without fear. Rose was a powerful lupine, and did not enjoy being dominated by anyone...only this lupine here. So now she waited...what would he decide?
"Blood talking" 'Blood Thinking'
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Feb 19, 2011 19:47:03 GMT -5
Thoughts ebbed through his brain, moving symmetrically with the blood in his veins. Xeno gave a lick to his ragged lips as his eyes scanned the female before rolling back to meet the blackness of his skull. Xeno was both the ventriloquist and the puppet to himself; his body moved without his control, but he could make the other ‘puppets’ move as he pleased. It was a crazed fact that he was the Alpha, and to have an Alpha Female was quite… interesting.
Interesting indeed…
Xeno curled his lips back to display his cracked and stained teeth, giving them a lick with his split tongue,
Blood-splattered obsidian fur moved through the shadows that grew in the moonlight's rebellion. He walked silently and with humming growls that created a hellish tune. Everything was quiet other than his soft growling rhythm until he spoke out, ”My, my, what a thought…
A ‘mate’ is something I never sought,
To help will power, indeed is well,
To help me make this world a Hell…” A snicker of sadistic pleasure rang through the thick air, Xeno looked at the she-wolf before him, craving the entertainment of seeing what she could do with those teeth… and with that imagination.
The obsidian wolf slunk into the moonlight and onto another plateau of rock; tail -as well as head- held high and eyes low, taking the female into his full vision. His cracked eye was on a slightly different angle, the masochist twinkle giving off and reflecting into Rose’s own eyes. Xeno considered the fae’s proposition once more before his eyes lightened with brilliance.
He chuckled in a way that gave chills much like the once you’d get when someone ran their nails down a chalkboard. His teeth ground together as he hopped off the small ledge and began to circle around the she-wolf, never taking his eyes off her or presenting his back to her fangs. Interesting… Very Interesting… As he finished his visual judgment, Xeno stopped behind the wolf.
”Persuade me, my pretty,
You must go through a trial,
Answer my questions,
And prove that you’re vile…”[/center] With a vividly disgusting grin, Xeno let out a laugh that rose his head back and soon broke out into a hoarse howl, calling the rest of the Astran to crowd in. When he finished, Xeno looked the female in the eyes, cackling as the crowd began to form.
Let the Trial begin!
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Post by ' ' Rose ; ; on Feb 19, 2011 20:10:37 GMT -5
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' ' Rose watched the brute with a bloody smile, orbs darkened with a secret desire. A snarl built in her jowls, not one of anger but of a sweet, delicious pleasure. As the brute hummed, she watched him with a twisted mind. Thoughts of bloody heaps and bloody shores waring in her mind that was pure insanity. A hiss escaped parted jowls as the brute spoke in a rhyme. Rose felt his cracked lyrics reach her auds and she shivered in complete delight. Her blood boiled with a wicked need, building deep in loins and blood. Breath came in whiplash pants, aching to feel the flash of ivories ripping into her pelt, and the screams of the living as one was eaten alive. This brute was a instrument of her naughty fantasies and made her aching for more.
' ' As the brute cackled and leaped upon a plateu I stood tall. My crown, the delicate shaped thing, was held up with a regal edge. Sharp auds, tear - shaped, were pointed forward as I listened to his dangerous beat. My nostrils flaring with delight, the exotic tang of blood so sweet. Jowls parted with her insane smirk, baring ivories dripping with bloodied dirt. A large, lean figure stood tall, with a plume that raised in dominance and would not fall. Pillars where locked, paws shifting from side to side with each tick of the clock. Heartbeat thrumming with a excited beat, aching for the sweatest, bloodiest meat.
' ' As the brute jumped to the terrain, she watched with a slightly smile. As he cirled her, she watched with bored orbs, for she had a facade worn tight. Lips pulled back slightly as he came too close, a snarl rumbling from foresaken jowls that tortured with each stroke of midnight. A hiss escaped parted lips, as the brute spoke of a trial to see if she was vial. As the howl resounded, the femmora stood talll with orbs staring a head, without flinching at the slightest bit. As the wolves closed in, a snarl escaped her jowls when one omega came too close. She had the lupine under her paws in seconds, ivories dug deep into his flesh. When the creature yelped, she backed off, blood dripping from eloginated ivories.
' ' Turning to her alpha, she spoke with mild resolution Do your worst, but don't expect me to scream. I will relish this trial like a cat with cream. While I slaughter and burn, you will watch and learn He orbs flashed with a inner fire, and nostrils flared with a deep desire.
"Blood talking" 'Blood Thinking'
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Feb 22, 2011 18:21:53 GMT -5
Did she just challenge him?
No, no, that could not be. But Xeno was sure that he heard her clearly! “You will watch and learn.” The obsidian male’s grin widened as anger flickered along with his tongue before mingling with the smallest sense of pride.
As the crowd of Astrans came forth, the stench of their sickening souls polluted the air like toxic-gas. Xeno watched with revoltingly amused eyes as Rose warned off a few members, both non-physically and physically. Her actions were just, and Xeno let it be.
The male scanned the hunk of rock that made up the Pack’s headquarters, and spotted the tallest peak. Leaping unexpectedly from where he stood, Xeno landed onto his destination with roughness.
Giving a devilish grin, Xeno looked the female in the eyes- his own intelligent, knowing eyes shining their golden trails to ward off her eager and aggressive violet. A small rumble was emitted from his throat as the wolf broke out into a snarl, clearing his vocals and preparing for speech. As his ragged voice broke out, the crowd fell silent, watching the impish male's grin with a sense of foreboding respect. ”Listen now, all of you souls,
This she-wolf comes up to propose.
She wishes to be my partner in crime,
So we must trial her, now be the time!” A series of snarls and howls echoed through the crowd and Xeno gave a smirk of satisfaction as a few whimpering wolves were punished for their betrayal to the hive-mind. His attention briefly flickered towards Rose and winked with an almost intimidating grin to follow after. The Astran’s Alpha turned to her and growled deep in his throat before beginning the trial.
He started off with walking around her in an almost perfect circle, eyeing her every aspect and noticing with pride the bits of dried blood tangled with her midnight fur.“Alright, first question,
Answer quick,
What do you do when an Astran is sick?”HINT: Read the description for the "Black Catacombs" located in Black Summit. |
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Post by ' ' Rose ; ; on Feb 25, 2011 16:45:33 GMT -5
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' ' Rose watched her alpha with a bland expression, taking in the slight widening of his orbs. She knew that not many sane or insane fools dared to challenge the alpha, but Rose did with a delcious gleam in her haunting orbs. She feared no one, fear nothing, and wished for all to perish under her paws. She had no love nor any like for any of these lupines, but only a deep need to bring down those who dared to wimper when the beasties came calling. Death was her friend, and life her forever enemy. Peace and beauty a thing of nightmares, while rivers of blood and the decaying flesh caused her form to shiver with delight. Can you not feel it? Can you not taste it? Hear the dying sceams? How the pleasureable sounds draw you closer into the forever realm of insanity. How the screams cause blood to pound and exciment to rule with a iron paw. Death walks, do you heed it's call? Insanity trots, do you follow in it's footsteps? The shadows run, and some dare to follow as one. Death comes for you, be ready to welcome with open arms of bloodlustened souls.
' ' A brow lifted as the brute smiled, and she curled up one bloodied lip in reply. She always did know how to say the wrong lyrics and cause one to go insane with the need to rip out her tongue. How fun it would be to slip ivories into muscle and bone, to yank back and feel blood spray like a crimson fountain. To watch the dark liquid soak into the terrain, then turn to the crocodiles and watch them feast on the wet flesh, crunches and moans escaping the dark liquid waters. To feel your pelt grow matted from the sticky, thick substance that forever stained your pelt and soul with its delicios liquids. The taste blood upon your tongue is to be in the heavenly gardens eating nectar. ' Beware the bloodlust! ' many cried, but sadly Rose and many other's were already there.
' ' Rose lifted her crown, banner flowing up and muscles tensing under a bloodied onyx pelt. Many woleven flowed around, seeing the fresh blood dripping from her ivories. They sickly sweet smells scratched at her demon, who wished to feast upon the flesh of another. She held back, but many before her saw the dark glowing glint in her orbs and moved back, banners slowly tucking though she was not the alphess yet. Her jowls bared slightly the bloodied ivories, before lips pulled down as she turned to her alpha, who had once more moved. She lifted violet orbs to stare at the brute who stood so far away, above them all, in a line of power. With a single twitch, she lept upon a low rock, and waited for the trial that many had failed before her. The failures? She killed with utter relish.
' ' Rose listened to his twisted lyrics, each syllable burning it's way through her auds and brain. A growl escaped her parted jowls, one of acceptance and of sweet, bitter delight. She had no fear of this test, but relished the chance to prove her worthiness to led this back to become the ruler of all. Her gaze flew to the howling and hooting pack, auds pricked and nostrils flared as she took in the sweet nectar of sickly exciment. She turned back to the alpha as he winked then grinned at her, she returning with a devilish smirk and a darkening of those violet red orbs. Her auds flicked as he growled, and she almost answered in return, but held the resounding cry within her throat, waiting for the perfect time. She stood stock still as the brute approached her, circling and inspecting her pelt. She was forever stained with bloody bits, and held no shyness of their grips on her pelt. Instead, she met his gaze with a glance that said she was not ashamed of the scars and blood she had collected from meager fools who had tried to dally with her patience.
' ' As he asked a question, her auds flicked forth. Taking it in, she replied in a sulty tone Why darlin', I would drag their sickly forms to the Black Catacombs, our nursery. It is vile there, but a sweet treat to those of us who are worthy to be alive of the Astrain pack Her lyrics dripped with a acidic tone that was forever sultry and demonic in it's own way.
"Blood talking" 'Blood Thinking'
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Post by DA VINCI~ on Feb 27, 2011 9:39:47 GMT -5
((I don’t really think my hint was very fair, so I’ll give you another chance.))
Xeno didn’t like the dominance this she-wolf displayed; it was desperate and lusting for power. Her tail was held up just as high as her head as if she was the Alpha-Female already. It made him sick to see such feeling of self-adoration. Xeno never liked himself. At times, he was angry at himself just for breathing. He felt his body was unattached to him, refusing to heed his orders and wants, rather rebelling against his will and thrashing out at him silently.
Giving another look to the lowly female who seemed to think so highly of herself, Xeno gave a snarl and lifted his lips and tail, making it clear that she was to lower her dominance levels. With a glare, the male turned his attention to the pack. Tuning his shredded ears to the other wolves, Xeno couldn’t help but snicker at the comment one of his wolves made: ”What’s up her ass?”
But his opinion about the “power-hungry” fae remained in his head. Unknown to Rose of his thoughts, Xeno simply gave her a smirk and awaited an answer.
Rose popped her high-held head out of the cloudy fires of Hell and return to Earth in time to answer. It didn’t take too long for her to muse up a reply, and the Alpha snorted at her sureness, deeply inhaling as to not thrash out at her. ” Why darlin', I would drag their sickly forms to the Black Catacombs, our nursery. It is vile there, but a sweet treat to those of us who are worthy to be alive of the Astran pack.”
Xeno burst out into a ragged cackle, the pack finding it contagious and joining in. Her answer was so… wrong!
The Alpha’s laughter ceased as quick as it had started. The smell of blood entered his nostrils and all coherent thoughts were put aside. Raising his muzzle to sniff the air, Xeno recognized the smell all too easily: it was the blood of another Astran.
The black wolf grinned violently, turning to Rose and gesturing for her to follow him. Leaping down from the Cracked Stone, Xeno landed in the infested waters. The crocodiles made rude sounds but the Alpha snarled back until they retreated to the far end. Giving a disgusting grin, Xeno walked through the crowd of wolves before stopping at the source of the smell.
The sick-wolf stood with his eyes glazed over, struggling to stand on his shaky legs while blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Xeno gave an almost innocent look at the wolf, “And how are you,
On this fine, fine night?
You look a little pale,
Perhaps out of fright…” His smile shrunk into a smirk as the pack started to form a circle around the scene. Xeno brought his mouth up to the wolf’s ear, whispering in his lyrical tone…”Skin against blood and bone,
You’re all by yourself, but you’re not alone,
You wanted in, and now you’re here,
Driven by hate and consumed by fear…” [/center] He hissed out the last word and with that, snapped at the wolf’s ear. Shouldering him down to the ground, Xeno took his time to give a long, sadistic lick down the wolf’s throat, feeling and hearing it whimper and thrash against his opponent. ”Alpha…! I-I’ve served under you for so long! How could y—“ Xeno’s jaws closed over the wolf’s jugular area. Removing his stained maw oh-so slowly from the male’s bloodied neck, the Alpha looked him in the eye, If you’ve served under me for so long, you’d know that this is the way we get rid of sickly wolves. Xeno raised his head from his freshest victim, scanning his eyes over the hungry pack. He knew how much will-power it took for them to resist joining in on his action. Showing but the slightest hint of mercy, Xeno closed his eyes and quite bluntly spoke: [/color] “Go.”
Like a hoard of starving animals, the circle that the pack developed collapsed as they all rushed to the sick wolf’s body; the blood of their own was a treasured thing. Whomsoever was killed and was of Astran blood was to be eaten immediately upon Alpha’s word. After that, their bodies were to be buried in the Black Catacombs, forever concealed as their carcasses acted as insulation.
Turning to Rose, he nodded at her before walking forward. Passing the fae, his bloody maw reached her ears and he whispered, “That’s what we do to a sick wolf.”
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Upon the Cracked Stone once more, the pack returned to the trial to witness their Alpha giving out the second question; baffled that the merciless male was giving Rose another chance. It felt odd not to speak the way he normally did, but for the sake of Rose’s understanding of the question, Xeno spoke averagely.”Do we have an alliance pack? If yes, who are they and give me a reason why we’d alliance with them.” |
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