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 Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 8:30 pm
 Too many things to ponder. The pup was reflecting quietly near the stream, looking at his reflection as he let his mind process what had happened over the past few days. Mostly travel, the dull ache in his paws a reminder of their sojourn without rest to the pack they soon called home. To a den high amongst the mountain of stones. To a prospect of learning the names and faces that would respect them for their blood. To Father himself, who was everything Kyros could have dreamed of and more.
He could take the less-than-pleasant reception they had. He could even take being designated to sit amongst slaves. No, what gnawed at his mind were the seven faces surrounding Father: six pups of various sizes, most either small or only average, and the silver female with eyes of ice.
Pups with goblin faces and ghastly markings, that had regarded them from their high perch like they were just gnats who had ruined their ceremony. Pups that thought they were royalty, he imagined. Kyros's claws dug into the riverbank at the very thought, indignant. His reflection's narrowed eyes glared back at him.
What had happened while they were away? The only idea he could think of was that Father had been seduced somehow, or been forced to mate with this unknown female and produce these . . . these half-breed whelps! But his logic refuted that Father would ever have such a lapse of judgment, not if he loved Mother enough. Unless . . . was this some sort of unearthly test? Were these pups possibly just here in order for him and his sisters to defeat, one-up, rub in the dust to prove their worth? Maybe . . . Aaagh, things were supposed to be simpler! Why on Telk was he having to it here and contemplate explanations for things?
It was then that Kyros noticed that the water wasn't quite so smooth anymore, like something had disturbed it. something that was currently making the water run pink. Frowning, he looked up and then froze in place.
Right across from him, on the opposing side of the narrow river, was one of those faces that plagued him: angered brows, red tears, a fresh wound upon her hindleg like something had gnawed upon it; blood dripped form her paws, the source of the pink flowing through the water now.
She was eyeing him, and there was a coldness in her eyes - like a beast's unsentient gaze.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 8:56 pm
 It was done without thought. No rhyme or reason for it, she thought, just . . . just habit. Like a nervous tic even, if she really thought about it. The meeting was finished, yes, and some of their number would set out to collect tribute. Activity was slowly beginning to bubble about her, but Lycosidae's inner schedule could not be stopped by even special occasions like this.
They were nothing, she had told herself. Those four had been nothing but a distraction, a show that had no punchline and gave no-one a chuckle even. It was pitiful. Repeatedly, she thought this, not because se gained satisfaction from believing it - more like the she-pup had a need to believe in it.
At the meeting, Lycosidae had given the air of aloofness about Kiara and her pups' arrival. Now, though? Now it bugged her, because their size even from afar made her think: What if they decided to challenge them? Were they trained? What were they trained in? What are they like?
The more she thought about it, the more nervous Lyco actually became. What did Oson'gar and Olivine think of this? What were they going to do? Were they threats? Should they try to think of a way to get rid of them? Would Mother and Father even approve or care? In her secluded place, the pup bit and bit upon her hindleg, shedding blood and wincing as she licked it clean, tense.
She didn't like thinking. Thinking was for Olivine and Oson'gar. They obviously knew better than her anyway. Maybe . . . maybe she was worrying over nothing. Maybe it was all in her head. She didn't care anymore, not by the time she had lapped up enough blood that it stained her teeth and calmed her into a lull of thoughtlessness. Just blood. Just her. Now just a quick clean in the river and all would be well.
Lyco didn't feel the pangs of pain as she semi-limped to the river, barely noticing her surroundings - just letting her body go on auto-pilot and do its thing, leaving her in a floating, almost out of body state. It was almost like getting in a high without the herbs. Funny how all it took was self-mutilation and a relinquish of control. She didn't mind, really, anything to not have to continually nag those issues . . .
As such, Lycosidae had a crash landing into consciousness when she realized she was not alone in the river. Her dull stare at the dark pup quickly sharpened with a soft growl, pulling her bloodied paw out of the water as she just stared. And stared.
Her hackles were up, she belatedly noticed. Her small teeth were beginning to poke fro her muzzle. She didn't know what to do though, not without her co-conspirators. Attack him? Spit out an insult? Not even engage at all? She was as frozen as he was, though her stare was noticeably more cold than his.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 7:39 am
 Olivine had been quite troubled by the arrival of more pups - supposedly of her father's loins. More rivals for her to prove better then, more contenders for the throne she wanted Oson'gar to have, the throne he had to have so that she could whisper thoughts into his ears, could manipulate things to her liking and be seen as more then the 'weak' link her father seemed to view her as at the moment.
The fact that they had been made to sit with the lowly slaves had been a bit of a help - surely if father favored them in any way he'd have let them sit in a place of honor and not disrespected them so. Imagine being told to sit with the slave..how utterly embarrassing it must have been. Something she was sure she could use against them later one - such hits to ones honor ran deep and she would be able to pick at it for some time yet.
Speaking of picking at...she was sure Lyco's had wandered off to pick at herself and try to think things through on her own. Which meant she was likely chewing on herself at this very moment. The other pups would likely think her an easy target if they saw her wounded like that - something they would think for only a few moments if they actually attacked but Olivine decided to go and check anyways, even their fierce and strong sister could be overwhelmed if enough of the newcomers whelps decided to work together.
It seemed she didn't have to worry all that much however, when she reached the river Lyco's was merely staring down one of the unfortunates, a dark male with striking markings that she might have found attractive if well..they weren't rivals and if he hadn't also been laying claim to her birth right. "what are you looking at?" She snapped at the male, lapping up water - slightly bloody though it might be thanks to Lyco's ill habit as though nothing in the world was of a concern at the moment. Better to let them think they were below her notice for the moment right?
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:14 pm
 Morozko was angry, and annoyed, as if he didn't have enough trouble having to find a way to get rid of his pesky little brother...the prince. He snorted in anger, the title was hardly fitting Oson'gar didn't deserve to be prince, he did! Yet he hadn't been too concerned, after all once he toppled his little brother his assent to the throne should be a simple matter. Yet instead he had been shocked by the arrival of four newcomers, also supposed heirs. Still his fathers reaction was a pleasant one, these were no contenders to his future throne, they were made to sit with slaves and he and his siblings had been recognized among the entire pack.
He headed down to the river to drink and then smiled when he spotted Lycosidae. He would never admit it but he actually liked his sister, she was tough, maybe as tough as he was. He was about to go tackle her for a good wrestling match when he stopped noticing a dark figure across from her. He slowly crouched down his dark green pelt helping him blend into the foliage. He had planned to attack the dark male, but had to hold back a frustrated growl when Olivine appeared as well. He snarled and stalked out of the greenery moving to stand beside Lyco and glare at the male across the river. "You gonna come take us or not?" he issues his challenge in a fierce tone.Kemena had never felt so upset, so humiliated, she didn't understand what had gone wrong. She was sore and tired and it only fueled her bad mood. She spotted her brother up ahead, no doubt he would have some ideas, he was always thinking. "Kyros!" She called out and leapt over to him wincing as her paws hit the ground.
She suddenly went quiet and her eyes narrowed unhappily when she saw the three pups gathered across the water from them. The large male, no not large just fluffy, had yelled something but she had only caught the tail end. Was he looking for a fight? Did her brother look stupid, three to one was unfair no matter which way you sliced it. Still she didn't want to say that, it was clear from her mothers teachings and the attitude of the pack that fairness was pretty low on the chain of priorities.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:58 am
A young male snarl and tone of challenge brought her head up, though, and her paw came down sharply to trap the mouse while she turned her eyes, ears, and nose to figuring out if there was trouble. She was upwind from the group, though, and caught no scent. Frowning, she let the mouse go and bounded towards the sounds of others gathered.
Sure enough, she came upon a scene of confrontation. Now, she might idolize the father they all shared, but she felt no love for her half-sibs. Her ruff came up, rising a spine of fur down her back. Her tail and head came up high, and she stalked forward stiff-legged. The male on the other side of the stream looked the most aggressive, so she strode right up to him, paws splashing through the water.
Bracing paws in streambed silt, she glared at him down her nose, though they were roughly of equal size. Eyes narrowed, she clearly measured him. She hadn't heard his challenge in words, but his demeanor said it all. "Are we supposed to be afraid of you?" she asked in clear disdain.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:16 pm
 If he ignored the b*****d pups that appeared with their mother to interrupt their introduction to the pack, Oson'gar would say that the meeting went quite well. He got to see all the wolves under his fathers paws, wolves that one day he would command. The thought made him smile darkly, he would control the greatest pack in all of Telk, his minions would do as he commanded and if any disobeyed him, well they would be dealt with like that slave that was brought back dead.
Following the scent of his two favorite minions, his sisters, Oson'gar headed towards the river, certain to find them there. Lyco had done well, she had not chewed her paw for the entire length of the meeting, which was a big deal. He didn't want one of his minions displaying such a silly habit in front of his pack. With two bodies ahead of him, one grey and one green, Oson'gar kept up a relaxed but noble walk towards his sisters.
As he reached them however he spotted a few of the pups that b*****d litter. Wretched whelps. One of his brothers was also there, Morozko was nothing but a fluffy little beast to Oson'gar, and one day he would rule over him as well. It would be a great pleasure to force his siblings, and these so-called siblings, to serve him. Coming to a stop at the river Oson'gar looked over at the trio of bastards, saying nothing but he stood tall and proud, he was father's appointed heir, that's why he was called the Prince and not Morozko or Anansi.
His eyes settled then upon his siblings, he bore no smile towards them, not even his sisters who he had a secret pact with, only cast them looks to say that he was their master and they had best learn that quickly. With that done he looked again at the 'competition' and what he saw was nothing but wannabes. "They won't challenge us Morozko, they are far too stupid and weak for such a thing." It was not exactly what he wanted to say, but his hatred for his brother and these other pups got in his way of thinking. Kevlar wasn't sure what to think about what had happened at the meeting. They had gone there to be introduced to their father, and yet he cast them aside like they were but slaves, for what, to favor those other pups. Stupid supposedly half-siblings. They would just get in the way, and they were clealry weak.
She had watched them closely after being forced to sit at the sidelines. Each had a weakness, of that she was certain, and though she hadn't noticed them quite yet, she would and then use those weaknesses against them. Grumbling darkly Kevlar came across her siblings and the others as well at the river. Look at them staring us down as if we were nothing, she thought, we are bigger and stronger than they ever will be. In fact she arrived just in time to hear the one pups insult, if it could truly be called that. Such empty words, clearly thinking and speaking were his weakness, she told herself as she looked upon the red pup. "Is that the best you can come up with?" She said angrily as her paws came to a stop near two of her siblings.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:02 am
"You better be afriad." Lycosidae was visibly relieved when her siblings came; she hated to be the one having to make the decision about anything. Certainly she wasn't the smartest and wasn't about to go and pretend she was. But now her wound was on display, and if she didn't think of something quick questions might start popping up.
So the pup did the only thing she could think of doing and lied.
"That black spawn bit me!" Lyco growled as she continued to glare across the river, blood still trickling into it. "I was just trying to get a drink and he came out and attacked me! This isn't your river, dirtbag!" she hissed at Kyros and his little harem of sisters. "You want to fight, you come over here and finish it, not sit over there all cozy!" She even took a step forward threateningly, emboldened by the knowledge that though there were equal numbers on both sides, surely they were the ones with better training. Even if these pups seemed a little on the big side . . .
Kyros narrowed his eyes and indignantly barked back, "What are you talking about?!" He was just sitting here and this chick comes out with one gimp leg and blames it on him? And now he was finely aware that this was probably going to be a display of power among the pups and, with all of his sisters gathered, he wasn't about to back down to this stupid, blood-teared girl.
It was like a showdown all of a sudden, with the eight of them gathered to see who was the better blood. All he had been doing was mulling over past events, though . . . Guess no descendant of The Goblin King could get away from violence.
But Kyros felt he had the upper paw in this. Kevlar was a good analyst of weaknesses, though she didn't have to tell him to go for the girl's bad side with that wounded leg. The green girl was nothing to him, nor was her hairy brother, but the one who wore the crown intrigued him. Was this some ploy? Was this the "prince" of the pack?
Not for long, he wouldn't be.
Keeping his eyes on the enemy, Kyros inclined his head to Kimena and said, "Don't mind them, sister. Two are brainless beasts, one can't fight his own battles, and the other is nothing." She was the most affected by their "denial" at the pack meeting out of them, and the one he felt the need to reassure. Kevlar and Kirzeni were obviously alright on their own right now.
"What did you - ?" Lycosidae bit her tongue, but her fur bristled; the extra hair on her back seemed to stiffen into spikes even. But Lyco was not one for words and had spoken enough. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the next sign to strike.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:10 am
 Boreas was a large foul tempered old lynx, he was about the same size as a teen male wolf and a large one at that. His paws sprawled out to five times the size of the young wolf pup that walked comfortably beside him. Boreas had met his mother some moons ago now and he could not say what attracted him into such an arrangement, perhaps simple boredom drove him, the wolves description of her pack and her world intrigued him, it was more interesting than any life as a solo lynx could provide him with, simple wanderings, hunting, the company of a female in heat and then wondering some more. No, strangely for a lynx Boreas enjoyed company, not necessarily in a good way, he enjoyed fighting, physically or verbally and company provided him with more opportunity for this.
The agreement between himself and the female wolf had been that he had her protection, he was permitted to roam the Reign's territory with some confidence that he wouldn't be unduly harmed, though it wasn't promised though it was enough for him to agree to be her pups minder, but also run errands for her as she saw fit. It wasn't to bad an arrangement and the pups provided him with some source of amusement, the politics emerging around them only intrigued the usually solitary mammal.  Anansi generally spent his days in the company of one wolf or another, whether that be a member of his immediate family or one of his pack mates he generally was never alone and today was no exception, however it wasn't company he was all to interested in. Of course he did not mind Boreas, sometimes in fact he actually enjoyed being around the grumpy old lynx but he didn't have many interesting stories to tell only about females he'd spent time with or different lands he'd roamed, which interested him to some degree but not enough that he didn't crave the company of another pack mate. He had noticed that most wolves within the pack tolerated him for a small period of time though after a while the company of pup seemed to tire them, even though he didn't really require much looking after as such, they soon left his side and went off on their own business.
He had recently stumbled across the blood shaman, but the shaman seemed to look straight through him before stalking off into the distance, the male therefore held a great deal of mystery in Anansi's eyes and he aimed to gather his story up one day. Saying that other males within the pack seemed to dismiss him just as quickly, Anansi wasn't like his brothers and sisters, he didn't push himself upon them, he liked to observe quietly, learning and distilling what knowledge he could from numerous encounters, so far however, since there mother had allowed them from the safety of the den he'd not discovered much.
He travelled this morning in no particular direction, simple where his paws took him however noise off to his left just in front of him drew his attention. He walked towards the source and then his eyes came to a sight which caused his mood to brighten. Sparkling blue, almost white eyes lit up as he took in the sight, his siblings stood in front of him on one side of a small river, which was almost a stream in size, and on the other side was the b*****d litter. He smiled to himself, now this was quite a gathering and could provide him with a few tales, the beginning of something possibly epic.
Anansi knew his father seemed to think one of his own spawn would take his throne, believing his blood would continue to flow and to rule over the masses, forgetting of course another wolf, whom didn't carry his blood, my take the throne but such things did not concern Anansi, he didn't want the throne and he didn't care if one of his siblings or one the b*****d pups or any other wolf had it in fact. What he was interested in was the tales, the tall tales that erupted from such a pack such as the Reign of Terror.
Anansi kept back, allowing his siblings and the rivals to battle it out while he took all the events into his memory and began to elaborate upon it, spinning it into a greater tale still.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:17 pm
Olivine was pretty damn sure that the black pup really hadn't bitten Lyco's..but you would have to know Lyco's to know that and these whelps didn't know anything about them, furthermore now that the challenge was out there they couldn't just let it go either - that would make them feel weak and that one stiff legged pup was silly enough to walk straight up to them - leaving her siblings across the river. Stupid pup.
Hackles raised she bared her teeth and glared at the pup ever the manipulator and recognizing a chance to thin the ranks she urged her brother on "Take her Morozko! Lycos! we can kill her before her siblings make it across the river to help her!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:18 pm
Likho was a rather sedate creature most of the time, in fact she spend a great deal of time asleep, today was no exception, however she had chosen a rather unfortunate place to rest her head for her nap. She had found a hallow along the bank of a small steam, perhaps it it been larger once, or swelled in the winter months as the water had clearly eroded the earth away from the large trees root ball, causing the hallow which she now settled in. It was surprisingly warm seeing as though it was below the water table and in patches rather damp, Likho smiled contently to herself as she settled down, curling into a tight ball of grey, green and red fur, she rested her head upon her front paws and slowly her eyes began to drop.
Peace did not present itself however and soon tiny trickling steams of soil began pouring down from the roof of her heaven as paws gathered onto of her. Like some menacing troll from fairy tales Likho stirred and growled in annoyance peering out from her dark, earthen hallow. Crystal blue eyes sparkled menacingly out upon the scene in front of her. A predominately white pup with black and red dots upon her back was standing in the middle of the stream staring daringly up at her other siblings. Likho's eyes narrowed, so who was above her? Moment later she heard voices from above, 'Brainless, can't fight and nothing.' well, well finally she recognised the female splashing about in the river, it was one of those b*****d pups. Before she could give the matter much more thought however she heard her sisters cry from across the stream, 'we can kill her.' we could indeed if it would permit her to finally get the sleep she desire, 'brainless' indeed, no one dared disturb Likho while she was sleeping and as for fighting, well she'd show those over grown, pups pumped full of their mothers false promises of glory.
Likho was on her paws in the split of an eye, launching herself from her temporary den out across into the stream and growled with fury, fangs bared at one of the culprits which disturbed her sleep.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 10:10 pm
He didn't exactly want to take order from Olivine, but he knew he and Lyco together made a force to be reckoned with. Already their bodies showed the lean signs of forming muscle, the presence of any puppyfat was invisible. It didn't hurt that his idiotic little brother had appeared. Oson'gar, he growled at the thought of his brother but made sure to direct it at the dark pups opposite them. His little brother probably wouldn't fight, which made him want to all the more. Morozko was determined to prove he could beat the whole lot of imposters.
"Lyco!" He growled urging his sister to attack with him, but if she did or didn't he was already in action. He leapt into the water his thick fur quickly turning darker as it soaked up the moisture. He went after the female who had responded to Oson'gar first. He would 'defend' his little brother if only to be able to say he had. His jaws snapped down near Kevlar's paws trying to get a grab on one of them.
Kemena glanced behind her as her other two sisters appeared and then looked back frowning as more of their 'siblings' come forward. Her eyes narrowed and her body slowly slid down into a crouch. She had a bad feeling that they weren't going to be able to just walk away. Her eyes snapped to the red male frowning at his insult. Kevlar luckily shot off a quick statement and Kemena grinned cockily, that was right they were just tossing insults.
Slowly she moved out of the crouch and nodded at Kyros. "I know their obviously afraid of us...they can see we're better." She snarled at Lycos her ears pinning back "Take that back you liar! My brother wouldn't bite something as dirty as you! You probably tripped and hurt yourself like a clumsy fool!" He growled and snapped her teeth, but before she could advance or insult further the green female yelled, and the fluffy male shot into action.
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