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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 6:17 pm
 Life was trivial. Peace was short-lived. Pain, it seemed, was the only thing that was immortal. But there were many different types of pain in a world so full of hurt.
You could call her weak, physically she was. The earth colored female was impossibly thin, her limbs were almost frail. She was starving, it could be read on almost every bone in her body. But not because of lack of food. Meskeet could eat whenever she wanted, yet she had no motive.
Body stringy and frail, Meskeet had only recently begun to feast on wolf flesh once more. She considered herself in no great danger. Things took time. She would be strong again. There just needed to be a good, solid reason for her to be so.
And perhaps, just perhaps, she had found one. In the mind of a wolf utterly foreign to her. This was not Apate, who had rescued her from the dark pits of a cliff crevice. This was someone entirely different, and with considerably more purpose to himself.
This was a king. How charming.
Sunken yellow eyes ablaze, the seer sat up from where she had been sprawled in the shade. Shadows draped down her face and shoulders as she remained on the nude patch of dirt that skirted a thick cluster of trees.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:02 pm
Where the king of the Reign of Terror moved, he moved with purpose. His stride was even and well paced as he made his way along the border of his lands remarking and ensuring all was well. He felt his pack was slowly forming itself, and the mold was cast properly. Each member had been selected with a special goal in mind, and now he felt that they would make a proper force to be reckoned with. The proud alpha lifted his head and allowed his nose to twitch beneath it's metallic casing. His entire skill was framed in the bone and metal mask, a creation of the two leggers that was now a permanent part of who and what he was. He did not mind it one bit, he reveled in the extra set of metal fangs, the covering for his expressions, the horns that tore into the underbelly of his prey. His eyes narrowed into crimson slits as he scanned the area, for faintly he scented a wolf, not one of his own pack.
He strode forward his eyes scanning the shadows of the trees. His nose twitched again telling him he was closer now, he would see if this was a threat, or not. He caught the mild aroma of a female and a soft grin crossed his muzzle beneath his helm. Chernabog had a bit of a soft spot for the ladies, he had been so long without the females of his own kind, that he now found them all enchanting. He knew he would have to shake it off eventually, but for now he liked to have his way. For a moment he wondered if his nose had told him true, for the scent was not strong it was almost sickly. He lifted his head as he came out from the skirts of the trees into the dirt patch that lay before the meadow. There on the very border of his land he spotted the wolf, she was sitting in a spot that he hadn't technically claimed, close enough to his lands that he wanted to approach her, yet at a distance enough that she had done nothing wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:56 am
If it had been her way, Meskeet would have smiled. Not in a friendly way, but in an obnoxious and taunting manner. But even that, Meskeet would not offer.
Staring coldly at the decked out male, Meskeet didn't know whether he was authentic, or just for show. But everyone was something, and he was something she would let the other wolf reveal himself.
Unmoving, save for her sides rising and falling with her slow heart beat, the seer didn't bother to get up. She didn't have to do anything to address this one, not yet at least.
"Can I help you?" She finally drawled, icily.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 12:23 pm
"You are near my pack lands." He stated as his eyes took her in, she looked frail like a flower who's stem was ready to snap. His pure red eyes met with her startling yellow gaze and he glanced at her scarred muzzle and cheek. Maybe not so frail he thought.
"What is your name?" He decided to be civil, perhaps this wolf too had a purpose, could serve in his court. He strode closer to sit infront of her his posture straight and tall, a king every inch, not overly proud, simply certain of what he wanted.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:50 pm
Space was all relative. He may trounce about his lot of land and proclaim it his, but in the end only in the world of wolves was it his. Crows did not care what this goblin king said. And certainly not her crow.
"Meskeet." The seer injected. "Frail is a temporary state."
The she-wolf didn't shift an inch as the more threatening male drew closer. Her eyes began to glitter malignantly with greater knowing, but that was the only part of her body that betrayed her interest.
"To what purpose could I interest you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:28 am
He tilted his head and gazed at her curiously, there was something about this one, behind those eyes lay the secret, but what it was he did not know. He would find out though he simply needed to tread with care.
"It's true enough, strength comes in many forms." He tipped his head and sat down curious about this female. He watched her eyes sparkle and a soft grin spread under his metal fangs.
"I simply came to see who was so close, the pack is new you see, and we need fresh blood." He meant it in more ways then one of course.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:09 pm
"Old blood is stronger." Meskeet drew herself into a stance. In her younger years she had grown quite large. Not tall, not fat, but generously muscled and willing to throw down whatever she was told to. Now, her body was sallow and sunken to her sides. Even her gums had begun to pale into a white. But in her mind, Meskeet was just as vigiorous as the male before her.
"But a mixture of old and new can produce the most magnificent of things." She said, limp tail flicking to the side. "I'm aware of who you are and what you intend with a pack such as yours."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:17 pm
"What I intend is to ensure my pack, my court of wolves is the most respected, the most feared in all the land. My question is, can you join my vision? Or would you stand against it?" He saw it now and it made his skin quiver with mild excitement. This aged female was indeed powerful, for she was a Seer. He wasn't sure if they existed, but those eyes, he did not doubt those eyes of hers.
A mixture of old and new indeed, with her age, her wisdom there he was certain she could put a leash on his recklessness. She may not currently have the physical strength, but Chernabog would lay nourishment at her paws, because her words held such a power. "Give me your name?" He murmured softly, now perhaps he would finally reveal his name to another wolf, no other in the land of Telk had yet to hear it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:36 pm
"I've stood against alphas, and they have fallen. But if I stood against a wave, it would crash beside me. I have no need to take part in any vision of yours, as I can have the visions of any wolf, and do with them as I please." She stated grimly. "But to you, I will lend myself. If you are everything your mind claims you to be, and I am everything you are not.
He was like her son Lestat in eagerness, but more like her son Keegan in regards to aims. How odd it was, to stand before him. With deterioration came the illusion of age to the seer. And he offered her everything she needed to restore herself, whether he realized it all or not.
What she wouldn't give, to be as she had been before Phantom had died.
"I am the seer Meskeet, my father's murderer. Submit your name to me, and I will make up for what you lack."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:46 pm
He stood before her tall and strong, but with this female he did not need any excess of pride, he knew what she was, he knew how important she was. He needed her to keep himself in check, the perfect advisor to a sometimes too rash King.
"I am Chernabog, King of the Reign of Terror, and I will treat you with the respect accorded an advisor with such wisdom of age." He tipped his muzzle to her.
Now his first tier was complete, he had the young, old, strong, and weak. Now his Reign truly began, it was as if he needed this female for a proper coronation.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:59 pm
Males were curious things. Easy enough to satisfy. She would use him to help herself, but she would not betray him. No.
He was King. But she was Seer. Where he went, she would follow. Physically or not. She would not allow him to misrepresent himself, not when he had so much potential. Such a powerful pack, and she didn't intend to play nice.
One could wonder what other wolves they would meet walking into the Reign of Terror with Chernabog, but Meskeet already knew. Her life had a purpose, now all that was left was to rip purpose from someone else's life.
Respect. The mud colored female would fit nicely with this new pack.
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