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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 12:35 pm
Chernabog was an older wolf, not so old that his muscles gave out, yet not so young that he didn't know what to use them for. He was in the prime of his life, and he had endured many struggles. Forged in the fires of what he liked to call 'hell' he had no recollection of a world before his time with the two legged ones.
His oldest memory was ripping the flesh from the hand of one who held him by his scruff. He could remember his first fight of course and the wins and losses that came after that. He remembered meeting a female of his kind for the first time, taking her. He remembered the screams and chains that came when he freed himself of his metal prison. And sweetly did he remember killing the two legged, and four legged who stood in his way.
He had slipped his muzzle into the helm he wore with pride. Forged for him by a respectful two legged one, he had been called 'King of the Beasts, King of Savage Animals' and soon everyone knew to leave him be. He grew into the mask and he enjoyed the view from behind it, he probably couldn't take it off now if he had wanted to. Instead he had ripped out enough throats and left the two leggers, enough of being their king. Chernabog wanted to rule in the forests now, they called to him, called a wolf back to where he really belonged.
He had wandered at first smelling the new scents and old of other wolves and of packlands. Soon he realized he desired company, minions perhaps, and one or two others who might rise to be somewhat equal to him. Slowly he headed towards the rocky lands, where the forest was jagged and wild, here in this place nature seemed almost defiant. The earth was salty and coarse, yet many things grew, the air would chill the bone in one instant and blaze with a brilliant summers heat the next. He grinned and nodded "I shall be lord, master, king...here"
There he stood, Chernabog, high atop a jagged boulder his head held high and tail wavering in the breeze.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:13 pm
Picking her way through the rocks, a sudden breeze gusted, rippling her white fur and making the black lines of her markings blur and waver. Her head snapped up, for on the wind was carried the scent of old blood. Nostrils flared, she inhaled it, savoring the nuances. This wasn't just prey blood. This was the spilled blood of enemies, rivals. This was power. She would have to be careful, but she couldn't help the quickening of her pulse and steps. It was time to see what had brought this enticing scent to her, and if it would bode well or ill for her.
Doing her best to approach circumspectly, she managed to work her way close. She rounded a scraggly brush bank in time to catch sight of magnificence. Above her, atop a rocky crag, stood a most powerful and darkly handsome wolf. The reek of ambition and determination poured off him, and the lack of mercy shone from his evil eyes, hidden behind an intimidating mask. Her eyes widened and her breath caught. Now here was an alpha! Now if only he was alone!
Putting on her prettiest front, she began climbing her way up to him, keeping her adoring eyes upon his majestic figure, so that should he glance her way, he'd see her desire, her awe, and her intent. She wanted to be his. She wanted to be by his side. He could take her places, and the white she-wolf was not going to let this opportunity slip by. All it took was feminine wiles and an insistence that nothing get in her way. This was her ticket to power, standing high over her with curving horns and flashing fangs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:35 pm
He noticed her out of the corner of his eye, a female... His eyes narrowed a bit, he hadn't had a female for a while. His nose twitched as he inhaled her scent giving no other sign that he cared one way or another for her approach. He was curious to see what this female wanted. She did not smell of a pack, yet she did not seem forlorn like one left alone too long, she held herself with grace. Grace, but Chernabog could tell behind her fluid movements was intent, ambition. It made a soft grin spread beneath his mask, white sharp fangs hidden by deadly metal ones.
Would he start with her? Was she worthy to stand with him? Or would she be a weak female he could sate his pleasure with for a moment?
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:19 pm
Her climb gave him plenty of time to consider her. With every step she attempted to make herself appealing, but was also careful to not make herself appear vlunerable or edible. With a last surge, she managed to scramble up onto his level, but behind him. For the span of a breath, she considered her possible approaches. How best to present herself?
Tail carefully waving horizontally, she lowered her upper body into a stiff-legged bow, and announced her presence in a strong voice. "Oh my lord, at last you have come! Long have I waited for you! I have been wandering among the lesser packs, seeing their weaker ways and rejecting them." Her eyes shone up at him, full of devotion and desire. "But now you have come, and I shall not leave your side!"
Was she laying it on a bit thick? She certainly hoped not. It wasn't that she didn't mean it. She most certainly did mean every word. However, she was the kind to play things to her best advantage, to twist things just so, and let them mean what the hearer wanted them to. Of course she hadn't been waiting just for him specifically. But it was true that she had waited for this opportunity. She remained in her bow, gazing up at him. Now was the time to see if she'd played her part right, or if she'd miscalculated somewhere.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:43 pm
It started as a soft chuckle and turned into a laugh, how very bold she was! He quickly sobered and turned to her, being at the peak of the outcropping he was able to stand high above her and gaze down into her eyes. What a stirring speech she gave, and what a perfect start to his taking over.
"You are a fortunate and clever female to have gained my favor with such ease, but tell me are you loyal? Can you keep trust gained? Are you of use in the hunt and in war?" He slowly stepped down closer to her the fangs of his mask glittered in the gun.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:56 pm
The white wolf thought swiftly. Easy enough questions to answer, but how to answer them right? "My lord and king, it is but words to say that I am loyal and trustworthy. I shall prove to you time and again how truly loyal and worthy of your trust I am. This I vow in your prsence this day." She scraped her chest on the rock, bowing still lower to seal her vow, before rising to sit on her haunches, her head held respectfully low.
"As to hunting, sire, I am most proficient." She bent her neck to lick her gleaming flanks, evidence of being well-fed, despite being packless. She nibbled for a moment at an itch on the knee of her backleg, then raised her lovely head again to gaze adoringly at the gruesome alpha. She basked in the scent of old blood that rolled off him. His laugh had sent chills up and down her spine, of both fear and delight mixed. Despite his morbid exterior, she could tell he was going to be going places, gathering true power to himself. What luck that she'd been nearby to sieze upon his need for others to serve him!
Ears thrown forward in interest, tongue lolling eagerly, she panted. "War is not something I can speak truth to, my lord, but for you, I hunger to taste the blood of your enemies!" Saliva slid from her tongue to spatter on the rock while her eyes shone at the idea. "What are your plans, sire? How may I best serve you?" A coy flip of her ears and a shift in her position bespoke of other services than hunting and killing, which she mutely suggested she would offer him as well.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:05 pm
Chernabog moved closer pressing the female back and inhaling her scent with a smirk. "Hmm...yes you'll do nicely...Your name!?"
He showed no remorse for the way he barked orders, Chernabog was not used to being disobeyed, he had already proven in his youth what disobedience would bring. It hardly occured to him he might need to make an example of one out in this new land to prove his point. Yet unknowingly his plan to take over a pack would provide the perfect example. For he did not intend to leave any survivors, perhaps one who could attest to his great power and serve as a new plaything for his loyal minions and companions.
He could see it now..."I will set up a grand court of wolves to rule this land, first a territory to be our base...and then when I have enough loyal subjects I shall lord those I feel are most worthy...they will collect a tribute from all the surrounding packlands. The packs who refuse to pay me tribute...will cease to exist." He grinned.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:19 pm
Kiara didn't shrink from him in fear, but held still and savored his nearness. Even the ugliness of his mask, the massive curl of horns, the glittering of metallic teeth, did not daunt her. Instead she shivered ecstatically, her tail thumping the rock to show her delight. Unable to help herself, she tipped her head and nibbled beneath his jaw, breath shuddering within her in her ecstasy at her own daring and his presence.
"My king, my alpha, I am Kiara, forever yours to command," she breathed, excitement thick in her voice. "I shall be proud to stand beside you and crush those lesser than you beneath the weight of your royal reign!" Her whole body trembled now, her eyes gaining a light of near-mad fervor. He was doing all the right things, pushing all the right buttons, to truly gain her undying devotion. Kiara was a rather odd wolf, desiring to be dominated by the alpha, but fiercely determined to gain in power over other wolves. Blood would be split for her position, she was sure, but for once, she had found a male worth fighting for!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:24 pm
This female would be perfect, she was ambitious, she could keep others in line, and she seemed to adore him. Already she spoke to him with the proper respect, and despite her gender he felt she would prove capable.
He looked at her a bit surprised by the nibble, he was rarely touched so gently, and never so close to his dangerous mask. He stayed still for a moment to allow her the breath before slowly lowering his head to gaze down at her the metal fangs of his helm brushing her muzzle with a razor edge.
"Kiara...it has a ring to it, Kiara...my little killer." He grinned and stood proudly over her. "You shall be my first then, but know this...it is not a position you can grow lazy about, if another comes to take your place and you allow it, then the fault will be your own."
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:39 pm
Oh, how her heart thumped as he allowed her that affection! Yes, here at last, this was where she was meant to be! Proudly she held still as he intentionally raked her muzzle with his second teeth. Gently they may have grazed her, but they left a trickle of red behind, staining her white coat. She did not flinch nor whimper, though. She held herself proudly, bearing the mark of her lord. She was his, and his she would remain!
This was where her mind was when he cautioned her against allowing rivals to best her. Thus her reaction followed suit. She pulled her lips back sharply and snarled at the very idea. "Let them come," she growled. "They shall learn who serves the master best! I shall teach them their place, and they shall be glad for the favor bestowed on them!" She grinned up at him then, fiercely happy. She had been born for this! Her pack that had rejected her for being marked by the ice bear could throw themselves off a cliff for all she cared. They were fools.
She rose to stand beside him, leaning her shoulder to touch his and nosing him again under the chin in an appealing gesture of affection and adoration. The world would be theirs!
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:43 pm
Chernabog chuckled at the way she nestled against him, he had to admit it felt good the touch of another. He eyed the faint red line across her muzzle and grinned at how she refused to let it bother her, such a thing spoke well for her future. "Excellent, then you will be charged with finding more for our numbers while I scout out where we will be staking our claim...I believe eliminating a pack will do just fine, any surviviors can be used for your sport."
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:56 pm
She did give pause at the mention of survivors being for her sport. What use would she have for weakling survivors? Mentally shrugging, she brushed the thought away. It didn't matter. Right now, she'd been given a task! She danced up to her paws and gave him a deep bow. "As you command, my alpha and my king!"
She paused then, on the verge of turning to dash away. "Does my lord wish me to go now, or... does he require me for some other service before I go?" Her arch glance, eyes gleaming avidly, tail still, suggested the kind of favor she sought to offer her new King. She sidled up beside him again, panting softly, making low noises in her throat. This too was one of the ways to ensure she kept her position, after all. Make herself available as often as her lord desired it, and ensure that no other female ever got the chance to supplant her for this most personal of favors.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 8:06 pm
He smirked at her for a moment his red eyes gleaming in the sunlight and bouncing off the red orb that rested against his chest. Chernabog wasn't about to turn down so easily what this female offered up. He moved over her proudly and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck with a soft growl. "Your a very clever femme indeed...and you will serve VERY well..."
With that the self proclaimed King took what he wanted, as he had done to many over the course of his life.
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