|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 4:46 pm
Moghedien prowled through the shadows, if she was a cat her tail would be flared, bristled and flickering dangerously, her eyes ablaze. If she was a wolf who portrayed her emotions into physical gestures she'd be panting slightly, her lips raised and the skin over her snout wrinkled and bunched, she'd be snarling warningly with her eyes on fire. However this was Moghedien, the Reign of Terror's ice queen and she walked with pose and grace, liquid motions gliding her forwards to her ultimate destination. Kiara had left her angered beyond any emotion she had felt for a long time, the insolent female did not seem to realise she had lost the fight for a position beside the goblin monarch and more than that she had lost her position as beta, not just out of spite from Moghedien but through reason, as with all things with Moghedien, they had reason, her demotion was due to lack of competency of forfilling the roll.
Now, Kiara aside Moghedien sort out another target. Chernabog had named Rumour as a possible candidate for the Beta position, but Moghedien had not yet met the female whom which Chernabog himself has been given as tribute from Piper. So for that reason Moghedien was not yet willing to give her opinion on the matter, first desiring the meet her and then passing judgement. As having been a lady herself Moghedien knew the role and what was expected, she herself had excelled in the position which had lead to her becoming noticed by Chernabog originally. Thus she was aware what was needed of the Lords and Ladies and what sort of characters ultimately they must be, the Beta themselves would need strength, intelligence and flare to be able to govern such a team of wolves, did such a young female have it in her she wondered.
She calmed the inner rage storming inside her, sealing it in a crystal ice cage and burying it for future use, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she hunted down her prey.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:10 pm
The female wasnt far from her birthing den, and she had been doing a good job of making sure her pups were trained appropriately every day. Static had been helping, begrudgingly of course. But the female had been taking it upon herself to train her pups in the ways of battle. She was a ruthless trainer, much like Static had been to herself. But Static had been right to do such a thing, as Rumor now saw herself as a strong ally. Someone the pack could defend on if need be. She'd fight to the death, and gladly.
Though she had always had the sort of calmness about her that alot of RoT lacked. Not that that was a bad thing.. She figured the anger in these wolves are what fueled their fire and lives. Of course, she was rather happy where she was. She had been raised by The Goblin King himself.. Which had been a great honor to the female.
Her orange pelt did help her stand out quite a bit in these lands. Most were of black, or red, a most dominating hue. Most..except for Mog. Mog with her silver pelt, spiderwebs marking her back and head, adorning her almost like jewelry would.
She knew what the King saw in the female. She was cold, but strong, and she knew her way to survive. She had never wanted The Kings charms, and so Mog's acenscion to alpha had done nothing to sway her loyalties. In fact, she now had someone else to remain loyal to.
Not that she had ever met the female..
Her nose twitched, and her blue eyes glittered upwards. Someone was coming, and she wasnt sure who yet.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 11:49 am
Front early on from becoming a member of the Reign Moghedien had made it her business to know the layout of the dens whether they were occupied or dormant at the time, progressively more of the dormant ones had become occupied as the number of wolves within the pack swelled and she still to this day made it her business to know where each individual wolf lay their heads, she was the alpha after all and such things were valuable pieces of information, devote of the fact she personally needed to know such information to be able to function and work in a manner which she worked best. It would seem Rumor had chosen, or been appointed, a den behind the main den, in the sort of immediate area of the heart of the pack land, much like her own one had been. This to her suggested she either wanted to be close to the heart or Chernabog had wanted her thus, either way she didn't have to travel far to find her, unfortunately in the small distant she had had to collide with Kiara.
She was down wind to the entrance of the den, she had no reason to be sneaking up on the to be Beta female and thus she approached the den directly, head on. Moghedien broke the tree line and came to rest in the small clearing about the den. She stood position like an icicle cemented to the roof of a cave threatening to fall upon the ground and shatter. Then her icy blue eyes flickered about and she gracefully lowered herself to sit dainty outside of the den, she flicked her left ankle to position the silver bracelets at a comfortable angle which caused them to click musically before settling more to her liking. All the while her eyes peiced into the darkness and waited.
This was a bold statement for the small female, usually she'd of chosen to stalk about in the shadows for a moment or two, looking upon the immediate area about the den, watching for any interesting behaviour, observing her prey. However Kiara had angered her, making her bolder for a unmeasured period of time and for a wolf that knew Moghedien, they would know something was not quite right but that was the only signal to her seething anger that stewed below her cool demur at present.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
