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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:44 pm
 Shunned! Outcast! Thrown out on his tail! And why? He snarled, jaws snapping irrationally at blood-red berries on a nearby bush. Because he had torn an ear from an insolent omega! She had dared to mock his youth, his virulence! Well, he had taught her differently, and reminded her of her place! And who had led the move against him? His own mother! Beta, sniveling brown-noser to the puffed up alphas who did nothing but laze around and look bored. Stupid, blind, lacksidaisical fools!
It wasn't as if he'd killed the she-thing. He'd taken her, dominated her, showed her who was boss, and left her a mark to remind her. That's all! His mother had been horrified, as if she hadn't known what sort of boy she'd been raising all along. Encouraging him to run, to grow powerful, to hunt big game and learn to kill! Oh, she'd known. She simply hadn't the guts to do what she knew needed doing. And when he'd finally done something right, something that proved his place in the pack, she'd led the pack against him!
Teeth dripping crimson juices that matched his coat, he prowled further. What utter nonsense! They had threatened to trounce him if he hadn't left of his own free will. Ha! What did he want with them anyway, the bunch of sissies?! He was bound and determined to find a place where he belonged, where his path to power was seen for the rise to glory that it was!
So it was that he had headed intentionally into the territory of what was rumored to be one of the rising, most cruel packs in the known territories. Reign of Terror. Even the name seemed right to him. It was fitting for those who knew how to dominate and control. Still snarling insults at his former pack, he broke into a lope that led him across the lands and directly into the territory of the great alpha with the ferocious mask.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:09 pm
His Majesty was enjoying a brisk walk across the lands, muscles rippled beneath his dark fur and the sun shone off his bone and metal trappings. Today Chernabog wasn't out to mark his lands, for that task had been completed the day before. Today he sought instead the fresh stream, he wanted to see the deepest and shallowest parts of it and prepare well in advance for winter. He knew that the warm summer months were coming, but shade was plentiful, as was food. The perfect time for his court to grow in strength, it wasn't a numbers game to the male. He didn't count the omegas, the slaves, the pups, Chernabog only counted his nobles, lords, and ladies who could serve a purpose for the pack. While he grudgingly acknowledged that even the pups and omega's had a purpose they were expendable for the moment.
He shook off and looked around before growling softly, the sound came low in his throat prompted by a scent. His nose twitched beneath his mask as he caught the smell again. The alpha let out a soft snarl and strode towards the scent as it strengthened, the smell of a male, not yet full grown, but not a pup to be spared for wandering into marked lands. He spotted the adolecent male in the distance and quickly rushed at him blocking his path.
"Are you aware that the land you set foot on is that of the reign of terror?" He growled out his posture tall and proud. Chernabog's horns and frame gave him added height and when he decided to tower over another wolf he was truly a sight to behold.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 9:19 pm
The half-grown wolf recognized power when he saw it, and willingly admitted to himself that this one far outranked him in every way. Ah, but to learn from him could change all that! A delighted smear of a grin curled his lips back and he stretched himself into a bow before the larger wolf.
"Forgive me great one, for I have knowingly trespassed." He waved his tail slowly, still sort of grinning up at him. "I sought to find you so that I may seek your help, and to join your ranks of humble servants." Lay it on thick, if necessary. That seemed appropriate at the moment, anyway. Time would tell if he had to keep it up or whether he'd be allowed to be himself. If things were too restrictive, he'd just take off again. "Will you hear my plea, most gracious lord?"
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 10:15 pm
Chernabog chuckled at the young male, he was respectful that much was certain. He decided to hear the teen out, curious about his desires and purpose for having sought out the pack. It seemed their little court had already established itself quite well. He slowly sat down and eyed the male from behind his mask.
"Your formality is unneeded since you've already taken the liberty of seeking us out. I would hear the reason behind this act of...bravery." Stupidity it might have been for a lesser wolf, but Chernabog knew this male had not stumbled in foolishly, he carried himself well. The alpha sensed there was another member ripe for the pack in this young one.
"Your name?" He asked with an indulgent tone, a king giving time for his subjects.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 10:30 pm
"I am Khorrigan, your majesty," he replied, warming to his role as loyal subject. Still, his reaction to his point to being here might be the telling thing. "I seek the pack to wreak justice upon an atrocity of parenthood." He paused, letting that sink in. "I was raised to be a warrior, to dominate and lead. And when I did what I was raised to do, I was punished and sent packing like a naughty puppy."
His smooth and charming demeanor cracked into a snarl as he spoke. His lips drew back in a much more feral expression. "They tossed me out like so much carrion. My own mother led them in their crusade against my supposed cruelty." His eyes, lit with fires of fury from within, turned to meet those hidden within the terrible mask. "I've come to find my place among your warriors, and to ask that my mother and her sniveling pack be taught what means to repuidate power and rightful dominance!" His young voice rose with his fervor, until he was practically shouting.
With an effort, he struggled to calm himself. Getting out of hand with his passion for revenge might work in his favor, or not. "Help me wreak vengance, lord, and I shall be yours until death." Having made his case, or so he felt, he waited to see how this great wolf would respond.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 11:01 pm
Chernabog had been about to laugh, the idea of a young male with a grievance against his pack and parents was simply the type of foolishness he didn't have time for. His laughter however caught in his throat as the male continued with his story and request. Perhaps the teen had potential, he had fire to him. As the king of the reign of terror listened intently to Khorrigan's plea his mind was also curling around the idea that it was time to test his pack against another show of force.
He looked the male up and down as he finished his heated speech. "You seem to have been wronged indeed, but what was this supposed cruelty that caused your own mother to turn from you?" He eyed the male with glittering red eyes, there was hope in them, hope that the answer would prove that the young male did indeed belong with the warriors of the reign of terror.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 9:28 am
He watched carefully, but it was terribly hard to read what the alpha was thinking, with the huge mostrosity of a mask covering his fave. Even so, it seemed like he was warming to the younger wolf's tale. Encouraged, he let loose a low, soft growl.
"I taught an omega her place in the pack. She had mocked me and my youth." He bared his fangs, eyes flashing. "She dared imply I couldn't properly take a mate due to faulty equipment." His hindquarters shifted uneasily as he recalled the pointed and spiteful remarks. "So I showed her differently. I took her as I pleased, and then marked her as the slave she is, removing one of her pert little ears as punishment."
The young wolf then became the sullen teen one might expect, for lesser reasons. "I would have punished my mother for her traitorous actions towards me as well, but the entire pack was there to force me out." He shrugged with a scowl. "That is why I seek your help." He stood a little straighter under the big wolf's gaze and tried to look tough and worthy.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 6:23 am
Chernabog's eyes lit up as the words spilled from the teens mouth, it was perfect, for the pack, for the young male. He would indeed welcome him into the court, and along with more training as a warrior, the pack could unite to wipe out another pack. He grinned softly beneath his mask "We have an omega slave for the pack's uses, what you've done was simply taught yours her place. You are welcomed into my court young Khorrigan. You will train, and once I feel you've learned something of merit we will destroy the pack who betrayed you for a spineless slave."
He thought on the males points of strength and weaknesses, while he seemed to be sensitive to mockery such anger could be well channeled. His form was also healthy, dining with the pack and daily runs would keep the male lean and muscular. Chernabog saw a near perfect warrior in the young one when he grew.
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