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 Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 10:29 am
Love, Chernabog had come to find was like an infection, one could not combat it effectively at all. It seeped all around you and distorted your original perceptions, you felt warmer then cooler, giddy with euphoria and then suddenly afraid. Still unlike most illnesses this was one he had come to embrace instead of fight. If he should be forced to face death in that very moment he was content to know that a beautiful and cunning queen had stood by his side, and at least the pack and all his ambitions would still have a ruler worthy of them.
Yes love was complex and it had found a small niche within the reign of terror. Not just in their king but in others as well, true bonds were forming among them and it tied them together against common enemies. There was no need to fear love, and no need to believe that one had to embrace it fully or share it with all. No no those other fools were so wrong about love, for here among the reign of terror love showed her true colors, she was vengeful and prideful and selfish. Love grasped a pair and kept them in offense against the world, yes Chernabog quite liked it...and the perks that came with it.
He grinned and glanced over to find his mate, his ice queen, his Mog.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 1:41 pm
Moghedein lifted her head from where she slept and looked over in the direction she sensed Chernabog. She had taken to spending the nights within his den, not just to satisfy his hunger for her warmth but also to try and strengthen the bond forming between them. She'd never give up her own den of course, that was her haven and also a place for her to met Damon plus it was his den as well any way. She found it a little unnerving that she could sleep so soundly in the presence of the large alpha male, having never even given way to sleep totally with her trusted friend watching over her.
She did not rise from where she lay, still basking in the bless of a proper nights sleep she simply lay there and set her eyes upon the fiery red of her mates, her eyes were always softer now within the depths of his den, where no one else could see the more tender being inside. But after a moment and as she sleep left her she awoke more fully and her eyes frosted over again, no sweet words, they were few and far between as they were still building the relationship between themselves and thus she still took on a frosty exterior while talking of anything in relation to the pack. 'I have visited one of Liriel's pups as you desired of me, I have not yet come across any of the others, I shall head to her den later today to see what I can discover. But Gabrielle will not bear many fruits; this is my first impression of her. I do think she holds a great level of perseverance and thus have allowed her the benefit of my doubts and have put her under the tuition of Damon.’
She held his stare for a moment and tried to look a little deeper than usual, she wondered what it truly was he wanted from her as his mate, just simply someone to carry his heir or something more. She was more than happy to still fore fill his wishes, perhaps as the more recessive partner in the relationship though when she truly believed in something that conflicted with Chernabog’s views or actions then she would make herself known though the large male had always seemed to be open to others opinions and sometimes acting upon them so she hoped such a day would never come. It could not sit well with her though if he just wanted her a figure head to stand beside him though she knew him to be wiser than this and knew to utilise her skills rather than waste them.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:36 am
"Gabrielle is overly friendly with the slaves, she sympathizes for them, yet she fails to realize their unique...importance within the pack. I dislike the idea that her perseverance might be turned against her own. Still, Liriel should manage to keep her brood in line for now, they still have time to grow and learn. They are all remarkably...durable though." He chuckled softly thinking of Cassius, but the sound was dark as if plotting how to use that resistance.
"We have a need to weed through our ranks soon...positions must be filled, our beta and one of our lords have gone missing, and while we hold out that they may live it would be foolish to leave their places empty." He glanced at her curiously.
"You know I value your opinion in everything...in choosing thsoe who would be proper for these positions I will hold your opinion higher still Mog, keep an eye open and see what you determine."
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:04 am
Moghedien listened to his words and simply nodded her reply. So he'd listen and value her views, of that she was glad but unlike Chernabog she had not met with many of the other packs members, there was Rumour, Static, Clooney, Geri, Freki and Haemon's new mate. Of the slaves she knew little of as well and thus she took it upon herself to make an effort to visit the other members of the pack she was now helping to lead. First and foremost though she had the rest of Liriel's pups to meet. One thing at a time she told herself. One thing at a time.
Her frosty exterior melted slightly and she put matters of business aside for a while. She stared at the large goblin depicted male, who's legs sparkled bloody red and focused meaningfully on his fiery red eyes. She rose finally from her sleeping position and glided over to him, slowly she curled herself about him, rubbing her body along his, from his right shoulder she wrapped herself about him coming to sit pressed up against his body on his left. She leaned in close and placed her throat up against his neck and her nose just about reached his ear, the spider web netting upon her head slipping back slightly though condensing to gather at the base of her ears and she whispered silkily, 'So tell me king of kings, what tribute can I offer you today?'
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:47 pm
He was pleased by how easy it was to converse with Mog, how simple to gain her advice, she was cool, calm, the level headed intelligence he needed to balance out his fiery temper, his rashness. He watched her carefully as she rose, fluid and graceful, she wound around him the way a river wore it's way around a rock. Then he felt her warmth against him, like ice melting her voice made him lower his head to lick her muzzle.
"Ahhh my beloved Mog, there is but one tribute I would have of you..." He murmured against her ear softly. He smirked slightly his leg moving, his whole body moving to wrap around her, to tower over her, trap her, yet the pose was less domineering, more protective. "Do you know what it is?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 2:41 pm
She let her head slip from his shoulder and then simply looked forwards as he dropped back slightly and nudged her slightly, encouraging her into his grasp, his leg hooked about her and then his body wrapping around her. Moghedien knew the size difference between them and she felt dwarfed by the male, who was now position over her like a bird of prey mantling over it's kill. She did not however feel intimidated by him, she knew there was a bond growing slowly between them in these moments away from the prying eyes of the rest of the pack, where the two of them could simply converse honestly and enjoy each others company.
She did not strain to look back and up at him, she simply placed her lower jaw to her shoulder and her eyes twisted enough to catch sight of his shoulder, in an attempt to look back at him. 'Perhaps.' She said softly, the ice vanishing now replaced by something else, something perhaps even a little childish as she played coyly with him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 2:51 pm
He chuckled and as always when he spoke or laughed either loud or soft there was a gentle growl in his tone, the subtle edge that always spoke of danger. Even something as sweet as a laugh could sound cruel he nipped tenderly at her ears. Softly he brushed his muzzle against the back of her neck, he took care now not to pull at her fur, or cut her with the metal fangs he wore.
"I think you know, your too clever not too..." He murmured and gave her a soft n** at the base of her neck. "The question is what will you have of me my lovely queen? Don't you think it would be fitting for you to receive some tribute once we announce your new position to the pack?" He was tempted to tell her she could have whatever she asked for, but she was too smart, and he was smart enough to know that giving Mog whatever her dark heart desired could be very very dangerous. Ah love...how incredibly exasperating it could be, he actually wanted to make her happy!
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 3:26 pm
She flicked her ears, the slightly tingling of pain actually strangely pleasurable but as the his warm breath caressed the hair upon her neck she felt a tingling sensation run down her spin to her tail. The words that followed caused her reason for thought and she mulled over her reply for a few seconds not wishing to lose his attention upon the matter at hand. Forming her answer she answered him in a voice which was not usual for her, it sounded almost vulnerable, 'I would like a tribute, yes, but one we purely knew between us. I want your word that I am free to...' she hesitated slightly, knowing right now she wanted to be looking into his eyes to read him but she was going to have to learn to trust him if her request was to even work. 'free to love you.'
Her body tensed, her shoulders bunching fearing what answer he gave her and quickly she added, 'I want to know I can trust you, that you'll not betray me and chase after any other female.' finally she asked for the item that was to be the tribute to her. 'I want your heart.' Mog fell silent and with her mate looming over her, she felt smaller still right now, she wanted to sink into the ground and berate herself for even allowing herself to open up this much and to let the last layer of ice around her melt away.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 3:55 pm
It stunned him, really if in that moment she had turned around to attack him he would not have been half so surprised as he was by the sweet tender words that she was speaking. At first he frowned, her words were so soft and they sounded...weak, he did not like to coddle to weakness, but then he knew. He knew what he had to do, what he had to say, because he loved this female, and he knew that her strength and her confidence and her pride had been set aside to tell him truthfully what she desired. To be able to lay herself so vulnerable and answer him with such honesty took a bravery that he hadn't realized she possessed. He curled closer around her and softly licked her muzzle.
"You are free to do whatever you please, and you can feel confident in knowing that you can always trust me, to speak to your truthfully even if the truth is not one we wish it to be. I can promise you that I will chase no female, but you...but you must also trust that despite any kindness or flirtations I accept that it will be you, and you alone my queen who holds my heart." He moved to curl around her then and look into her eyes curious to see if he had at least helped to ease her mind.
He had told her the truth, though he could have simply given her a silly phrase, or biting words, or nothing at all. He knew that he wouldn't want to ever betray her trust, because he knew he would never want her to betray his.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:15 pm
Moghedien was striped bare and it made her feel terribly uncomfortable, like walking into a bath room and seeing a woman climb out of the bath, she gathered her clothes into a heap, her eyes upon you, blushing as she did so and then holding her clothes tightly to her body she quickly makes her escape. Mog was pleased with the answer she received and even a little startled herself at how tender the large alpha male was being towards her, taking care to lick her muzzle without grazing her with those evil metal fangs.
He swept about her and came to sit directly in front her and she nervously looked up into his fiery red eyes and then in a split second she knew he spoke from his heart she tore her eyes away and regained some form of composure. Her eyes slowly lifted to look directly into his but this time it was not the rare soft inner being, it was his ice queen as he knew her best and how she now survived this world. Her words did not tremble any more and she simply acknowledged what had just pasted between them, 'So you have given me what I desire and now I shall return the favour,' A sparkle appeared in her icy blue eyes like the sunlight catching a surface covered in snow. 'with pleasure.'
She rose from where she was sitting, the distant between then was minimal and she almost came nose to nose with him, thus she stood for a moment, staring down through his helm directly into his eyes, their breath mingling in the air. They had mated before but now with the knowledge that she was free to let her heart lose she now truly hungered for him and she allowed that to show in her eyes. She did not lick his muzzle, enough tenderness had pasted between them and now she just desired his raw passion for her. She turned on the spot, the bangles on her fore paws chiming musically as she twisted about into position and she flicked her tail to let it tickle upon his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:34 pm
Ahhh, the reward for the difficult labor of fishing tender words out of the darkness of his heart. Now he would have what he desired, and oh how he desired it. He felt a great heat slowly it rose into a fevered boil until he knew that only his icy queen could bring him back down from his fever pitch. The flick of her tail was like a spark against dry tinder and he moved with deadly speed. His passion was almost attack like at first, the way his weight moved over her, the way his vicious double row of fangs found purchase against the back of her neck. Yet the attack changed, and soon he was holding his weight above her, away from her, protecting instead of crushing, his fangs held forcing a different kind of submission, one of love and lust not power.
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The snarling howl that had escaped him had no doubt echoed through the packlands. What did he care though, that they should all know how completely he possessed and desired his queen. He would have to call the meeting soon, perhaps the next night that the moon waned away leaving only a pure dark sky. It would be soon, and hopefully by the time he officially proclaimed Mog his queen he would also be able to announce...well no it was too large a hope to want heirs so quickly.
He moved then laying down relaxed, his muscles rippled with pleasurable satisfaction. He moved to make a comfortable space for Mog as well, though he was still growing accustomed to sharing his usually solitary and intimate space. Still his den was much more pleasant with more then only himself for company. He should probably let her rest, ask her how she was, but such silly sentiments didn't cross his mind. No if Mog hadn't been able to handle him then he would have passed over her ages ago, she was made of sturdier stuff then it appeared at first glance. Ice may appear fragile and easily broken, but a jagged piece could tear through flesh and bone with ease.
"We must hold the pack meeting soon...to announce important happenings..." He murmured softly sharing his thoughts with her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:38 am
Moghedien was well aware of Chernabog's appetite for her for he had displayed that already over the last few days but still she herself could not help but feel her blood pressure rise and her heart beat quicken with desire. The flick of her tail was enough to cause him to leap upon her, she braced her legs but could not help but feel herself sink a little under his sheer weight but she finally held steady. He grasped hold of her scruff, his teeth piercing her skin slightly and her lips curled with the unfamiliar sensation of pain, snarling at him. But as he began to draw off her back a little and hold his own weight she submitted to him and twisted her tail to one side allowing that which he hungered for.
Chernabog's howl echoed from the walls of the den and out into the night's sky and as he had released his grasp upon her neck she paused and allowed him to finish fully before turning and snapping at him and her eyes a light with pleasure as he slipped from her hind quarters. She simply stood and watched over her shoulder as he curled about and then lay down to make himself comfortable. Once positioned she followed her head around and circled back towards him but choose not to lay close to him, she was not a cuddly sort of wolf and thus while she did not mind sharing his den and enjoyed the act of mating, she did not desire to lay up against him. She stood alongside him and bent down slighty to n** his ear, grinding her teeth a little, rubbing the cartridge over her lower fangs before dragging them back up to the tip and releasing his ear, she looked him in the eye and walked by him before making herself comfortable close to him but not cuddle up to him.
She focused in on him, the heat of the moment just passed vanishing from her eyes and her voice dropping to it's normal icy tones to talk of responsibilities, 'I believe that to be wise, the numbers of new wolves have swelled over the last few moons and things have occurred that need to be addressed.' She wondered if there were things that escaped Damon's and even her knowledge and she pondered upon whether he would share those with her or did not yet trust her with every action that occurred within the pack not yet willing to give her equal power to himself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:12 pm
He smirked and eyed her through his mask amused at the way she stood over him. He reveled in the sharpness of her fangs, the way he could feel them grind against his ear. His muscles rippled before relaxing under the sensation, recognizing it for what it was, not a challenge. Ah Mog, she fit quite well, made for him he would say if he was conceited but he wasn't. He watched her as she moved away then and a small smirk formed beneath his mask. Now that she shared his den it was most likely obvious to her that the mask never came off, indeed it was probably obvious to her now that it could not come off. Strange metal seemed to have long ago pierced the bone, been forced through it, but such was not visible unless the male lay down and lowered his head, which he only seemed to do within his own den.
He sprawled out now that he saw Mog had no desire to snuggle against him, no need for his heat. It was...nice this companionable space they shared. Neither seemed softened instead it was as if his fire had bade her bolder, and her ice had steeled him and made him stronger. He had no doubt that together they would be able to steer the court to great heights.
"Indeed, and the ranks...as I said...those will need to be...adjusted accordingly. We have a need of new lords and ladies, we have been lax in collecting tribute from our more distant neighbors."
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 11:54 am
Ranks, yes the ranks. She wondered what had happened to Kiara the female beta of late, so long had it been since she had seen or heard of her being out and among the other wolves of the pack so she did not believe the female was truly for filling her role as beta and thus her mind instantly began to pounder upon possible candidates but most escaped her. She berated herself, here she had taken up the position of alpha, not just something she wanted because it meant being the mate of Chernabog but also she wanted the power and responsibility but due to being a lady since joining the pack she had been more wrapped up with the going ons in other packs than she had of her own and while she now criticised Kiara for not managing the lords and ladies she herself could not manage a pack when she knew nothing of it's members. In that moment she made a promise to herself that once she had seen to Liriels offspring she would make an effort to meeting the other members of the pack she hadn't yet met.
But as Chernabog pointed out, they needed the lords and ladies to be going out and collecting tributes and thus they needed betas to manage them. The higher ranks needed sorting for the pack to run smoothly, right now they had strength in the warriors and other gamma wolves but those that moved the politics above them needed to be sorted. She wondered then when Chernabog would call the pack meeting, she needed time to meet with the lords and ladies and any potential gammas that desired to raise up, to much to do and not enough time; perhaps for now she'd have to rely upon Chernabog's knowledge of their packs members.
Her mind then took a swerve in an entirely different direction; they had been mating now for the past few days, what if within the next few weeks the fruits of labour, if one could call it that, proved to have worked. No, she could not even think about that now, she needed to work on strengthening the higher ranks of the court before she could even begin contemplating such things.
Moments of silence passed, her mind working frantically upon various ideas when at last she finally dismissed them all, laying here talking them over with Chernabog would not achieve anything, she'd have to act upon them all tomorrow and the next few days and thus for now she wanted a little relief from such duties and she simply came out with the question, 'You never take off that helm, you even sleep with it on.' She paused a moment and then asked, 'Why?' This may of seemed like a question out of the blue but she trusted that Chernabog knew her well enough to know that her mind had not been wandering aimlessly for the past few minutes and that this was a question she had been meaning to ask him for some time and one that still had some relation to do with duty, she wanted to strengthen the bond between them and she beliefed this meant for them to explain a little of their pasts of which formed their present selfs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:01 am
Already his mind moved over possibilities, he knew Kiara would be displeased with Mog as Queen, and no doubt Mog would be unhappy if Kiara continued as beta. Kiara had talents that lay well with the younger warriors though, and undoubtedly he could give her that role and displace her from her position as beta to ease the friction between her and Mog. Still the question of who would take Kiara's place was one he had to consider with care. Static would be a fine choice, but her easy to spark temper quickly put her out of the running. Raelin was no warrior, and so he did not think of her. Gabrielle also was easily passed over, too weak, her fans seemed to be the slaves not the important members of the pack. Rumor, his mind settled on his favorite with ease. Why not? After all Rumor was a warrior, she was level headed and had fought to gain the respect and attention of others more seasoned then herself. In taking lessons from Static she had proven that she was open to self improvement. Yes, and in truth he knew that Rumor would always hold a special place for him as a daughter of sorts. He admired her for her loyalty to the court, even knowing herself that she had home and family away from them.
His mind settled on the matter of a beta female he considered who might become beta male opposite her, but that position had been neglected for quite some time. He would need to be very very careful in what kind of male he placed in such a rank. One would need to prove himself at some point, for now he set the matter aside, all things in their due time.
Her question struck him then and he slowly frowned, hmm so she was curious. Funny how the symbol of power and fear that the humans had placed upon him was equally one of their power over him. The food and water had smelled strange for days, and he had refused to partake of it. He saw the others who did, fools who fought over the scraps like pups. They quickly fell into a daze, then into a deep sleep, only to awaken days later confused and weak, they recovered eventually of course, but he knew the two leggers were angry...it was him the food and water were meant for. A slow growl began in his throat at the memory, he had been tempted, and by the sixth day he knew he would have to take it. Still, he was determined not to go down so easily, and if he was to be killed he would certainly take one or two souls with him to hell. He ate, and drank, and felt fine at first, at first...and then night came and his vision swam, his nose stopped registering smells. They came then, with torches, and the eager metal worker had spoken so rapidly, pointing and waving at them to grab him. He felt wetness in his mouth, his jaws had clamped into skin and though he could not taste the blood he had growled in victory, knowing it was there. His stomach tightened, more men came, they grabbed at him dancing around him, five then ten, then a dozen trying to herd him towards the blacksmith. He snapped at them evading chains as he always did, he heard cries of pain, screams, mmm the sound was distorted, but he knew when he hit his marks. Finally the braver ones threw themselves down over him knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. His vision was going now, quicker, the blackness rolling in. He snarled fiercely and snapped out again and then he felt it, the terrible hot blow to the back of his skull. This was death then, he thought, it would end like this? Drugged and unable to fight back while two leggers bludgeoned him from behind? He didn't want to die this way, he would die fighting, but already his muscles refused to move, his breathing was ragged, and the great weight of a dozen humans was on him.
He woke...days later perhaps the other dogs, and wolves had been terrified leaving him plenty of space. He shook when he walked and smelling fresh untainted water and meat he ate and drank with with abandon. Slowly the days passed and his strength returned, and new strength as he learned to move and balance and adjust to the strange contraption on his head. Pain was a constant, and when he tried to scratch at it, move it, anything his world exploded with agony. The muscles in his neck strengthened and slowly he healed, it was a miracle he did not die of infection...or a curse. Finally he saw them preparing the dogs and he knew that night would be another fight. In the ring he did not feel his usual confidence, his eyesight was slightly impaired by the metal, his weight thrown a bit off balance, and there was still pain though not like before. The dogs came at him, vicious and afraid, fighting for their lives. He learned, fight after fight, he had new dangerous razor sharp fangs and his old ones as well. He could ram his head against any beast and send it reeling, though it caused him pain, it was nothing compared to their disorientation. The two leggers cheered for him, they screamed and yelled and cried out every time one of their dogs was left in a bloody heap. They hated him, but they loved their sport. Years passed, and neither there nor here among his own kind had he found a way to remove the mask, though he had long since given up trying, why remove a symbol of such power?
"It will not come off...but even if it did, why remove it? Those who stalk the night, those who are reviled they need someone to be their symbol of power, they need a monster who will stand for them no matter what atrocities they commit. To take away my crown...to become as any other it would be to allow that power to fade and die."
He left it at that and after a moment changed the subject unwilling to dwell on past memories. Only Hades had seen what had happened, only he knew what Chernabog's true visage had once been and it was doubtful he would ever tell a living soul.
"I think Rumor shall be beta female, Kiara will be lowered from her position..." He watched Mog carefully for any telltale hints of what she thought.
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