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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:18 pm
Their traveling lead the wolf to the various stone dens which the members of the pack would spend their time when they were not on duty or attending to some matters within the boundaries of RoT. Each little home seemed efficient enough and there was no doubt that Clooney would become comfortable here. Their large paws carried them across the lands, allowing the new arrival to investigate the area while memorizing the different paths taken and what was to be expected along those roads. Finally they stopped at the pack den, a conjugating spot for every member and silently he stared upon it...that was until he spotted Chernabog's expression long before he spoke a word, and wondered as he stood what had been the reason for his pleasure.
He would soon find out.
A myriad of scents flowed forward as they had appeared in several places before their arrival, allowing Clooney to recognize a few whom he presumed he would meet with at a later time. Several other males as well as females scents flowed about the space. Where were these other members? It didn't seem there was that great of a number yet, as expected.
Those eyes flashed once more as his nose pointed toward the Goblin King wondering exactly what he was going to be shown. Several emotions arose from this, though most of what was displayed was a placid interest; he was cautious, anxious and eager to find out what it was the captain had to show him. The vile black creature padded forward into the den feeling the cool stone beneath his pads while the warmth of the atmosphere seemed pleasurable enough. But something stopped him in his tracks. A female scent. A very strong scent. As well as the realization they were not alone in there in the den, causing his ears to swivel forward eagerly. What sort of prize was his new alpha going to show him?
"What do we have here?" he smirked.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 7:25 pm
With a grin the alpha dragged out a special gift for his second lord, both a gift and a duty. He watched as the omega cowered and curled up tightly despite the fact there was plenty of space for the wolves. She looked a bit battered and her nose was dry, only a soft whimper had escaped her as Chernabog had dragged her infront of Clooney.
"Meet our pack's first slave, I've been keeping her down here, I don't have the adequate time to make sure she stays in place. If you would like to take the responsibility then naturally you can also take your pleasure." He growled softly at the female his tone dangerously low. "Say hello to your new lord Selene..."
Selene was a skinny female, long legged, she had always been the omega of her pack, but her previous pack had been gentle and kind. She remembered how she had cowered watching in horror as the bone, flesh, and metal alpha before her had destroyed them all. When he had turned to her she had hoped to meet the same fate, instead hers was much worse. She was currently the only, the first, slave of the Reign of Terror.
She let out a soft whimper. "H'loo..."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:28 pm
At the presence of the female the fur on his neck stood up while his hackles rose. Despite this, his expression seemed completely controlled, docile even, but inward an excitement rose that burned in his throat and dripped down into his stomach pooling there. He shifted slightly. The meek voice was entertaining, but more of how she behaved was what interested the male who was coming to know her for the first time. While many would have taken mercy on the pathetic soul, Clooney was the exact opposite treatment that poor Selene needed. Instead he would be her bane as horrible if not worse than Chernabog. She was now his plaything.
His tail gave a quick wag before falling still while his eyes turned to his alpha with a calm light. "I will take the job with pride, sir," he told him immediately.
Without further ado Clooney started to circle the smaller female, inspecting her with sharp eyes. He slinked like a black cat about to pounce upon its prey allowing his fur to ripple as muscle fluidly glided. His tail shifted into the air. It hung not fully erect like an alpha's, however, it established his dominance over the slave quite clearly. Pausing mid step he turned back to look at the Goblin King and smirked to him, "Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to prove myself."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 8:38 pm
Chernabog grinned, the choice was perfect, Clooney would make an excellent lord, and the spark of something had almost burst into a wild flame when he offered Selene to the new lord of the pack. With a satisfied nod Chernabog turned to exit the den. "Of course, your most welcome, just make sure she stays alive and able to talk. Other then that...have fun." He grinned as he strolled off to the sounds of Selene's mournful whine.
Selene looked at at Clooney with terrified lavender eyes. She had a feeling that being cloistered away and injured by Chernabog was a preferable fat to having this male in charge of her life. At Chernabog's last words ...have fun... a whine escaped her and she shivered.
Selene looked around futile was the thought of escape, now she just wanted to curl up and be forgotten.
((We can FIN there if you want?))
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 7:55 pm
Clooney seemed to hardly note the words that slipped from Chernabog's muzzle until he was turning to exit and slip away. With the permission to do just about all he wanted there was no doubt that the dark toned wolf was focused on the prize rather than the other infiltrating and interrupting happenings outside of his happy little world. It was only when the Goblin King was just about outside that he turned his head back to him giving a nod of understanding. That sharp muzzle snapped back to look at Selene.
Flicking his tail, he took on a nonchalant expression as his paws sauntered in circles around the female, allowing his probing eyes to inspect every aspect of the golden marked she-wolf whose silvery violet eyes shown the upmost distress. That look sent quakes through his spine though was not shown as he invaded her space.
"Aw, don't look so trampled, sweetie, I won't hurt you," his voice murmured reminding one of venomous poison dripping from the fangs of a slick serpent oh so alluring in nature. His lie was obvious. This was going to be fun...for at least one party in the damp cave. And not just his time with Selene, but his existence within the pack as a whole. To the smallest molecule Clooney knew he had made the right decision in coming to the pack throwing away a portion of his freedom in doing so. But it seemed to him the rewards were far more attractive. Yes, he would enjoy it here.
A chuckle escaped him. It started out low before it steadily grew with the ricochet bouncing from the thick walls of their cozy confines. That laugh would not be the last time it would be heard.
((Alrighty^^)) ~End.~
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