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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:22 pm
She disliked this discord, this unforseen development with Kiara's return. Worse was noting that the king had not so much as denied the she-wolf's claim, and though a quick glance at Mog's face barely revealed anything (just a slight widening of the eyes, nothing more), Gabrielle could only imagine what was going on through her mind. It was odd, knowing that even as a Lady she did not know the minds of her alphas well; she could only hope those of their pups were not so thoroughly twisted . . .
After giving Kerai the slightest of nods as he arrived, she perked as one by the one the Lords and Ladies were called up to be given their missions. Dutifully Gabrielle followed after her mother, feeling a swell of pride in her heart for having enough favor with the king and queen to have such a rank. Once beside Liriel, she bowed her head respectfully to Moghedien and intoned, “I am yours to use, my lady.”
Between both great females, she did not know how she would compare. She was but a fledgling next to the silken raven and the cunning spider. How . . . but . . . what? His mind refused to accept what was happening before him, but Kyros knew he was in no position now to bargain. Somehow, their grand entrance was not as . . . well, grand as he liked, as how Kiara had pictured it to them. What was even stranger was the general animosity others held for him and his siblings, like no-one believed Mother’s words. Why wouldn’t they? Wasn’t it obvious? Or maybe half of them were too dark to compare to the gobbling kind; there was a lack of a moon after all.
One thing was for sure: they could not look like order-disobeying idiots, especially when the command, however disguised, was given by their father. Kyros had to resist the impulse to reach out and touch the magnificently huge beast before them and instead bowed his head. ”As you command, sir.” He darted a look to his sisters and mother, hoping they would go without complain for right now, and made his way to settle amongst the wolves – slaves, if the one with chains said anything.
That alone bespoke demeaning them further, but Kyros saw it as a test. And he would make sure he did not fail it by losing patience or making his family look bad. Show no weakness!
Later, then. Later, they could discuss it as a whole. For right now, they needed to let things roll and finish. The pup’s eyes continually scanned, memorizing faces and seeing if he could catch names and other nuances that could be used to pool information later. For instance, while under the king’s gaze he had heard murmurs from one tri-color female in the form of compliments about them – barely at the level of audibility, but Kiara had trained them well. Interesting . . . So perhaps it was not a lost cause here.
Another odd thing to note was that one particular wolf was choosing to wear the pelt of a sheep on her. Like it was a prize . . . Ah yes, there we go! For the first time in many moments Hades stirred at the sound of his name, deigning not to give others so much as a side-long glance as he casually got to his paws and strode to meet his old friend. That was the way to go: address all quickly, leave out particular portions to create disturbances, and move along as if nothing happened. That was the way of a king wanting his options open. But perhaps if he continued that path, it would open up wide enough beyond even Chernabog’s control. They would all see either way. Such was the way of politics, all idle dances and facades and manipulations. He was glad not for the first time that he chose not to involve himself so much.
Once before the king, Hades inclined his head, a secret smirk in his eyes when they made eye contact.; sadly, he had to play the politician’s part for his friend’s sake and could not openly display favor either way. ”Where will you point me first, my liege? My collection has been lacking in souvenirs, and I would prefer to replenish them post-haste.” See, letting Father handle it was a good idea! She bet the male was all but tucking his tail between his legs, and soon his sisters and mother would follow suit. Lycosidae snorted quietly once to herself, standing all the straighter. She was neither particularly small nor particularly large by her family’s standards, born as the fourth of six, but her painted brows, blood red eyes, extra hair, and crimson tears were sight enough. Amidst the sea of an angry face sat a little pendant like her mothers, blue to act as a balance to her disturbing appearance.
For the moment, she attempted to mimic her mother in stature, adopting what she thought was an impassive expression as she surveyed the wolves gathered once more. Inwardly, she wanted to see how they were in a fight . . . Whisper bristled as he approached, disliking the size and age differences between them – otherwise, she’d be all over this guy, and not in the way she bet he’d like. What, did he think holding up some dead stupid slave was gonna make her like him somehow? No way! The pup gave a low hiss at him, narrowing her eyes. ”Keep your parts to yourself, Mister. You’re not touching my mom no matter what rank you are,” she said to him without preamble, making it quite evident that she was not approving of him despite his achievement. Satisfied that this was more than enough to intimidate him into rethinking any future plans, she settled her gaze back to the juicy drama unfolding before them. Ew ew ew ew ew ew! Kiara spawn next to him! Adrieal faced the little (huh . . . not so little, but whatever) bugger to give him a good look at his scowling face since the whelp seemed so intent on looking at everything, and then shifted away . . . Oh great, there was Mr. Bloodpaws right there. God. Spawn on one side, deluded slave on the other. And who knew where that third guy was, but Adrieal was sure he was somewhere about.
Great, with one slave gone, he bet Clooney would be about trying to get himself a new one. Maybe it’d be him! Aaaaaaaaagh, he wanted to smack himself for the bad luck. How on Telk was he going to get out of the dirt if he got shuffled off to the sadistic b*****d?
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 1:57 pm
As the scene unfolded, it careened completely out of Kiara's control. This was not at all how she'd planned it. Instead of a bold stroke against Mog, she had ended up in competition with her. She had fewer pups, though her own clearly had the advantage of training whereas the royal brood did not. But then the cutting words to the shaman concerning her position versus Mog, spoken by her beloved Alpha... she gritted her teeth so hard she trembled, her entire body tensed. She wanted to leap foward and tear the mincing female's throat out. It would be so easy! But that would forever lose her the favor of her Lord.
One part of her mind raged that she'd lost that already. Reduced to a mere trainer of pups? (She did not train pups! She trained burgeoning warriors! Those just shy of adulthood, not sniveling whiners like Mog's get!) But as she stood, having unknowingly risen from her haunches in her fury, he finally turned to her. No words of comfort, no lingerin gaze of desire. She had. She had lost him to that... that... unfeeling and weakling female! Her rage rose further, baring her teeth and pinning her ears flat as she realized she and her offspring were being relegated to the slaves! Surely not! Surely it merely was his way of punishing her, humiliating her before the pack!
Logic slowly began to assert itself though. He had not rejected her pups outright, as surely he would have if he were to declare them slaves. She shook all over, torn between blinding rage, frantic fear for her puppies, and the ever driving urge to please Him. Him. It was always about Him. For several moments she stood stock still, not moving, riven by a dozen different choices on how to react, where to go, what to do. Names were called, Mog coolly ignoring her. Wolves came forward, nearing her position before the alpha pair.
She was rescued from rash action by her son, of all beings. Just as lofty and haughty as could be asked for in the son of the Goblin King, he strode over to sit where he had been commanded to. Kiara followed him with her eyes, catching the sneer the slave gave him. Her fur bristled suddenly, as it had not during the entire confrontation. With a snarl she bounded over, eyes intent with displaced fury on the white-masked slave beside Kyros.
She was on top of him before he could react, slamming her shoulder into his chest and heaving upwards, her teeth seizing his ear as she did so. Using her momentum, she knocked him clean over, tearing a chunk from his ear. Heaving with unbridled anger, she stood over him, head lowered and jaws gaping dangerously near his throat. "Mind yourself, dungheap," she snarled low at him. "That might be your alpha someday." Her eyes bore into him, fanatacism borne of motherhood and dedication to their King combined into a burning inferno of bloodlust. "I won't kill you... yet. He'll need someone for his pack to chew on when he's King."
With a last harsh cuff to his head, she turned from him and took a seat beside her dignified son, proud of how he'd acted. A sharp bark of an order called the rest of her brood to her. She watched the rest of the meeting unfold, chin held high. Pup trainer indeed. She thought not. None but her own pups were capable of dealing with her style of training. Though now that she thought about it, perhaps that was a way to thin the ranks of the competition a bit. Kiara's methods were known to their Lord and Master as being brutal and unremitting. If given to her, surely she'd be given free reign to train them properly. She doubted they'd all surive such proper training. Even her own pups might fall under such rigorous expectations. Such was life in Reign of Terror.
A faint quiver of anticipation at the carnage of training Mog's pups led her to swipe her muzzle with an eager tongue. This was far, far from over.
Kirzeni was smitten beyond all reason. It did not matter to her that her father had just denigrated her mother publicly. It did not matter that he'd sent them to sit with slaves. It did not matter how snootily the older pups regarded her. Literally in her world, there only was her father. She watched him move, majestic in a haze of glory. How the moonlight gleamed on his mask! How his muscles rippled his fur like waves of grass in the wind! How sharp and white his fangs! She practically swooned, sprawling in a senseless heap where she stood. She was saved from that by the sudden lunge of her mother from beside her, her snarl a warning to all her pups that someone was in big trouble!
Spinning to see who was going to be taught their misdoings, she lost her euphoric state of mind and was startled to see that her brother was already across the way, sitting calmly as their mother tore into a wolf that definitely was not one of her siblings. He was grown, with scars seaming his hide. She gave a snort as she realized this must be one of the slaves. Clearly he deserved the further scarring her mother was giving him. When summoned moments later, she dutifully trotted over, unhurried and collected asn befitted the daughter of an Alpha.
To her mind, there was no competition. There might be other pups, but the only thing that mattered was that HE was her father.
Vashti watched the various confrontations impassively. She had no stake in any of this. Her place was secure so long as she did as she was instructed, and that was all she cared about. Even a shift in who was Alpha had little impact on her. So long as the pack stood strong, what did she care who stood on the obsidian den's doorstep? She would still get to do what she loved best, what she was good at. If the pack for some reason ceased being the dominant, cut-throat power it was now, she'd merely leave and find another place where her skills could be of use. She'd heard Gomorrah was a good possibility for similarly minded wolves. Reclining, she listened for the assignments, curious if she'd be called on this time or not. Life was dull when not on assignment, so she craved being given a task again.
Khorr had winced at the tones used and insults given in the brief confrontation between the Alphas and Kiara. She was the closest thing he'd had to a decent mother, for all the abuse she'd put him through during his training. He disliked seeing her brought low before the pack this way, but she'd chosen this path, and now had to follow it to its end. He nodded in approval as she took out her ire on a slave. That was what he'd likely have done, in her place. Was that not why they were kept around? Well, one of the reasons.
It made him suddenly muse about finding himself a nice little female to dominate and take advantage of. It stirred him suddenly, making his breath come in sharp, deep gasps. He hadn't much thought of interacting with slaves of late, but the surges of feelings that had brought on his banishment from his birth-pack came back in a rush. During his training he'd had absolutely zero time for such dabblings. But now? Well, now he might just make the effort to seek a nice tidbit of a slave, given he was allowed. He mentally filed the thought away to seek approval for. Surely their Alphas would not begrudge him a little fun? He'd even share her, if they'd rather it!
Kiara's plight forgotten, he sat beside their feast, tongue lolling in anticipation of the good times to come. Being grown, being a warrior, being a member of such a powerful pack... he was finding this was all very much to his liking!
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 1:12 pm
The way that father had so smoothly dealt with the female who claimed to be presenting him with his pups impressed Oson'gar greatly. The words used, the tone everything about it stated how much power he truly had. This proved that even in a pack like the Reign that sometimes words spoke louder than actions. Another tidbit of information to be stored away for later. His attention refocused on the lords and ladies as they were called forward. Again, Oson'gar paid close attention to not only how his father spoke and acted towards these important pack members, but his mother as well. He was like a sponge absorbing everything around him. Though the idea of one day leading these vary wolves excited him, he kept a neutral expression on his face.
Did he just dismiss them to sit with the slaves? Kevlar couldn't understand what was going on. Why would their father push them away so easily, and worse towards the useless and weak members of the pack. This made her mind reel as she followed her mother and siblings to sit in that shameful spot. Somehow she blamed this on her siblings weaknesses. Father had clearly saw the same weaknesses that she did within the pups as well as herself and deemed them not worthy of sitting close to him. These weaknesses would be their total downfall if they weren't careful. But now Kevlar had a reason to point out her siblings flaws, in hopes that it would earn her more respect from their father.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 1:19 pm
Haemon stood staring down the alpha male as he approached him; however the goblin monarch didn’t bite and promised to deal with him later. Haemon glowered at the back of the male as he turned to focus his attentions on that brazen she wolf. It wasn’t the response Haemon was looking for, the blood shaman’s anger had reached boiling point and he needed an outlet for it, however the opportunity did not present itself to him at present, he snarled darkly and seethed quietly. The alpha male had failed to understand the point he was making, he had not insulted nor compared the ex beta to Moghedien, no he had challenge him, wondering how he wished for his pack to respect his newly chosen mate when he himself had been with another female in the mean time. Haemon had nothing against Moghedien it was the Goblin king in which is problem lay, only just recently had he challenged his own loyalties surrounding his mate, family and the pack a subject which he believe should not of concerned him.
Haemon stifled his anger, encasing it in cool rage and honing it for future use, now was not the time to flare out. He regained his composure and turned back into the image of the eerily cool shaman he usually portrayed. He watched as the alpha made his way back to Moghedien's side, turn and then finally got down to business. All in all Haemon had to admire the way in which he handled it so collectedly, Moghedien it would of seemed had been a good partnering. He lay to rest his frustrations and slowly her advanced coming to stand alongside the other two lords. Haemon did not know much about the other two and to his knowledge Hades was a recent addition to the pack and something about his cool demur seemed almost like an act, as if this was all a sort of staged play, he shrugged it off and looked up at the helmed male. Thinking about it however this was all a staged play of sorts, Haemon knew where he was to be sent next this was just a formality but knowing the seemed to cause his vermilion eyes to glow dangerously as he wondered if the alpha male delighted in tormenting by sending him to Draug Faroth once again.
Liulfr kept close to his sister so she didn't have to speak to him all that loudly, as much as he loved his sister more than anything in this world her sharp critical words made him cringe at times, if anyone over heard her he'd worry desperately for her safety. However he had to agree with almost everything she had to say but the observation of his father and their uncle was one that had escaped him and as he looked over his eyes widened slightly, yes that was reason to be stressed, he looked at his father then and he felt for him. Liulfr only knew his fathers tender side and he had been rather alarmed at his outrage but then again neither was he naive to the general consensus that his father had a darker more benevolent side and he watched observantly as his father stood in front of the alpha as he berated him for his outburst, the flash in his fathers eyes told him that his rage wasn't demised merely harboured and that thought scared the good natured son.
Kaida's amused snufflings as she buried her nose into the thicker fur of his neck and shoulder knocked him from his thoughts and he smiled softly as he twisted to look her in the eye and whispered playful, fondly 'Now, now Kaida.' He nudged her from his shoulder and look back up at the alpha pair as they ordered the Lords and Ladies forward.
Ulfhildr cast her eyes about the scene and attempted to take everything in and make sense of it, really though she cared little for pack politics and longed for a little aggravation within this ordered ranks or even better a declaration that they were to advance on another pack, for reasons she didn't really care she simply wanted a little action to stretch out muscles she'd not had need to use for a long time, a yearning for pure carnage always stirred restlessly within Ulfhildr. Words, just words stirred her from her hungry lusts and she sighed regretfully and looked at Sudhir and then at back at Savhir. She spoke, addressing her mate, her pups didn't terribly interest her a vast majority of the time though she answered both their questions, 'I've not had the pleasure of speaking with Haemon since we arrived here, which seems strange as it's been a while now since we've been laying our heads here. From my previous knowledge Haemon was always very, well, meek but things have changed it would seem.' It wasn't the answer they had wanted perhaps but then again it was the truth, something about Haemon had changed, someone had shown him or he had discovered he had a backbone.
She watched with mild interest as the scene unfolded in front of her, the dismal of that loud mouth pompous sounding female and her rag tag collection of pups though she had to admire the way in which they carried themselves. She watched then as the 'Lords and Ladies' were called forth, she scoffed a little at the titles however her eyes widened in interested as Haemon was called forth, now that was interesting. She grinned a little, oh how such favouring muct vex his fathers, perhaps not Geri that lout cared little beyond his primal desire but Freki indeed she'd know such favouring above himself would annoy him. She brushed the thoughts asided and jested with Savhir to pass the time, 'Shame that helmed creature didn't physically attack and put one of them in their place, that'd make things vaguely interesting.'
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