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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 6:24 pm
It was easy enough to find the road leading to the castle from where Wolfeite resided in the Rift. He made the journey, perhaps not exactly easily, but with relish, with an eagerness that suggested that he was once again quite restless in his dealings at the present moment.
He wasn't sure who's office he eventually came across, but he stopped and knocked - or rather, pounded - on a door at random, the mask drawn up over the lower half of his face, Wolfeite waiting with a certain amount of impatience for it to open.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:08 pm
Axinite understand that work was work; when he finished with his position at what he called his 'day job', he usually went straight to his office. And worked more. Sometimes, he worked a little later than usual. Sometimes, he fell asleep at his desk. He awoke with a start and sat up straight. "Just a moment," he called, careful not to betray to the agent outside that he'd just awoken. He rubbed at his cheeks and stood quickly, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he crossed the distance from his desk to the door. Usually he was better--more aware, at least, of approaching energy signatures. He didn't think he'd had any appointments scheduled for today but then, he didn't even know how long he'd been sleeping for. When he opened the door, he blinked, and then stood aside to clear a path for the man. "Wolfeite," he identified, familiar with him if only from his file. "Please, come in. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 6:28 pm
There was an impatient moment of waiting for the door to open, because Wolfeite was neither patient, nor particularly keen to speak to any of the General Sovereigns as a general rule. He thought the majority of them were overbearing fools, but he would not get anywhere that he wanted by speaking out so vocally against them. He disliked having to play the game, but the benefits far outweighed the cons of pretending at the current moment.
Still, there was underlying moment of vicious satisfaction that he had been recognized. Wolfeite had pulled the mask down so that his face was exposed, black paint smeared haphazardly across his eyes and streaking down his cheeks, sharpened teeth glinting as he spoke.
"General-King," said Wolfeite, voice a low rasp, almost a guttural sound. He made it deliberately level, purposefully calm.
"I have need of your services," he said, once he was in the room, turning around to face the man. "I think I've proven myself worthy enough to be promoted to general now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 6:31 pm
Axinite regarded the male's face--the paint, the teeth--for next to no time at all. It seemed he was capable of either taking in all the details he needed immediately, or he was very good at not staring. "Audacious," he said after a few seconds. "But not entirely unwarranted. I suppose you've been making a bit of a name for yourself." He moved and gestured for the man to join him in his office. "I'm familiar with your file, but since you have not waited for a superior officer to approach you regarding a promotion, I must ask: what makes you feel as though you are in a position to request promotion tonight?" The question was not hostile or particularly rude; he was a man who collected information and he seemed to genuinely want Wolfeite's insight.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 7:05 pm
Audacious was dismissed, an easy word to overlook or bypass. Wolfeite felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a heady rush of excitement and eagerness to continue on the path he was already on, his chest tightening at the very thought of a promotion.
I will take this world and make it mine.
Obediently - like the good soldier he was - Wolfeite followed Axinite into the office, hands resting at his sides, though he was itching to do something with them. A part of him wanted to simply lunge across the desk and sink his claws into the man behind it, but he resisted that urge if only because he doubted it would get him very far.
Cost and benefit, after all. Wolfeite's head tilted a little to the side, tail flicking back and forth behind him, though his ears remained upright.
"I've done a great deal since becoming a member of the Negaverse," he said, voice low, still gravely. "I have gathered innumerable amounts of energy and starseeds for Metallia. I have fought against those White Moon brats, and I have come out victorious. I think my actions speak for themselves."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 10:30 pm
Axinite was proficient in reading human body language, and while Wolfeite had the advantage of being not quote human, Axinite seemed to be read into it all the same. Upright ears, attentiveness. Swishing tail, eagerness. The face though, that was a mystery. Axinite did not press, though. "Sometimes," he began, "Gathering energy and starseeds, and fighting with the White Moon, is not enough. You are strong," he admitted, "And you have served Metallia with loyalty." He seemed to contemplate this for a second and then shrugged. His eyes met with Wolfeite's and stayed fixated upon them. "I will promote you. Under one condition." Another pause as he searched the man's face, taking in all that he could. He was assessing him now, attentive to all details he could find. "Convince me that you need more power. Tell me, what you would do with the power, the status, a promotion would give you. Tell me why you deserve it, now, why you need it. Think deeply, please. I want a serious answer."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 8:23 am
Not enough.
He felt the flush of anger beginning to start, of indignation. Wolfeite's clawed fingers curled into his palm, the resistance to the words curling in his head because - it was enough. How could it not be enough, how could he not be enough to get what he wanted -
Wolfeite opened his mouth and then shut it again, teeth grinding together with the effort of not snapping. It was there, the desire to simply lash out, to reach out and get his hands around Axinite's throat, to throttle him and feel the bones snapping beneath his fingers -
He took a breath, to steady himself.
Play the game.
"I have worked very hard to get to where I am," Wolfeite said, after a moment, his voice low with the ever present, wolfish rasp. "I have done what has been asked of me. I have fought for the Negaverse ever since I was recruited, and I have put everything else aside. I left my life as a civilian behind in order to further my belief that the Negaverse is more important."
His tail brushed against his legs, shifting from side to side.
"I would only continue to do that as a General. I would make everything better."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 10:24 am
For a moment, Axinite rested against his desk, watching Wolfeite with a scrutinizing gaze. The seconds ticked on, and he seemed to be contemplating--and not for the better. His eyes were just a bit too narrowed, his face just a bit too stern. And yet, when he opened his mouth--just when it seemed like he might be preparing to give a no--he smiled and said, "All right, then." There was no great explanation; instead, he pushed himself from the desk and moved so that he place his hand over Wolfeite's chest. "I take it, if you are prepare for the power, you are prepared for the pain? An upgrade isn't just a little pain, extra power, and then you're done. There are obligations--even more will be expected of you." These were things Wolfeite must have already known, and yet Axinite wanted to make perfectly sure he knew what he was getting himself into. And yet, even ask he asked, his hand was already sliding into the male's chest, fingers sliding over his starseed. The Chaos was already bubbling, trying to spill into his starseed. Axinite let it begin to drizzle in.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:47 pm
He did not like the silence. The silence made him antsy, made him irritable, though Wolfeite reigned it in, more out of a desperate desire to have more than a desire to actually please someone whose opinion meant next to nothing to him.
But it was only through this man that he could promote, and so he would do it.
Whatever it took.
The hand that pressed against his chest, the ensuing question; Wolfeite felt his lips draw back, teeth clenched together in an effort to resist the urge to snap, to sink his jaws around those fingers that were resting just below his collarbone, above the spot where his starseed was.
"I know," he said, keeping his voice as level as possible. "I know."
A sharp breath, as the Axinite's hand sunk in. Wolfeite let out a snarling hiss of a sound.
Whatever it takes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 10:46 pm
Axinite nodded; he kept a watchful gaze on Wolfeite, as if trying to gauge if he were handling it well. He pushed more Chaos in, mindful of how much it might hurt and how prolonged the pain would be. Truthfully, he didn't want the man to suffer; he knew how agonizing Chaos could be. But Wolfeite bore it well. Some screamed. Some cried. Wolfeite was resilient, and Axinite tried not to draw out his suffering or hurt him any more than was absolutely necessary. "Almost done," he reassured. "You're doing well." He didn't have to push for much harder before the change was complete. He drew his hand out of the man's chest and finished, " General."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 12:47 pm
The Chaos pulsed.
It ached.
Wolfeite could feel the pain of it, the searing heat that accompanied the hand sunk deep into his chest. He could almost taste it, the heady rush of agony, thick in his body, as though he was being electrified from the inside out, as though his entire self was attempting to go six places at once, tearing and burning and firing his senses so that everything was focused into that sensation.
A growl ripped from his throat; a snarl, a clench of his teeth, sharp and canine looking, Wolfeite's head tilted back. The Chaos was curling over him and through him and he felt the moment when it shifted and snapped, felt the hand starting to withdraw from his chest.
A shuddering, feral sound escaped, almost a sigh, but more animalistic in nature. Wolfeite's chest was heaving for breath, his body drawn as tight as a wire as slowly he lowered his head again, his dark gaze fixed on the man in front of him, eyes blazing gold and black and hungry.
That was right. General.
The triumphant grin spread across Wolfeite's face.
General.
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