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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:00 pm
Moghediens mind swam with multiple issues surrounding the resent pack meeting, perhaps to the untrained eye very little besides Kiara's display had happened, but Mog being Mog however had seen a great deal. She was learning to read her pack mates the more she spent in there company and the more complex issues became. Chernabog prized himself for bringing together such a collection of like minded wolves and being able to rule them to spread his control across Telk, however she wondered at times if he saw what she saw, the bonds that kept them working as a functional unit were often pulled so tort that they threatened to snap. This ever present want and desire for more, which was something Chernabog exploited in each of his minions it was also the factor which threatened to tear them apart. However, this was Moghedien's strength, her territory, so to speak and she pondered upon it and tried to balance each factor out so she could keep the pack as one without internal conflicts.
However one key wolf she did not know enough about was Hades. The Lord had been a close friend of Chernabog's from his time before his Reign as the Goblin Monarch, from a time she knew little of, one perhaps which was not important but as she well knew her history had shaped her, his own therefore must of shaped him and Hades was a key. To have been appointed Lord upon his arrival, he must be of some merit and she wanted to know what that was, she was the Queen of this Reign and she needed to know of the wolves she governed. From her understanding, as with all those Chernabog favoured, his den was within the heart of the packlands, not far from their own, which often made things easier.
Moghedien had risen late that morning, in the sense she had woken early but had remained in the den and with her thoughts but now the sun was high into the sky, not a favourite time of day for her, she preferred it when the shadows were more plentiful and the day was cooler, either early morning or late afternoon, however she had to see to this matter. She glided gracefully towards the deep blue males den. She approached stealthily, she did not mean to surprise the male however she did like to observe her victims for a while before approaching them, learning of their mannerisms and tendencies.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:52 pm
 The slave was useless. Always bungling things, threatening to break a bone in his clumsy efforts, not even being able to identify the correct ones when his Lord asked it of him. Only dimwits couldn't tell the difference between the sacrum and a carpal; and Varenheit happened to be one of them. Hades was seriously considering releasing the oaf and finding a new slave to tend to his den while he was away, or if not find a new area to keep his collection . . . Tedious, but perhaps may be necessary. There was always a niggling thought that someone would swipe one or desecrate his shrine.
He sat in contemplative thought towards the skull of his father, its hollow husk still able to ring with the memories of the distant male's voice. Approachesssss, it whispered in his head. Ssssomething approachesss . . . The other bones murmured in dark agreement.
What does? What comes to him now? Hades smirked briefly at the thought of that feathered femme. No, no, she would not be so hasty to come to his abode again . . . She was sporting human gear now to hide her shame; disgusting. But if not her, then who? Or perhaps it was a what. A warning for the future of his presence in this lowly pack to the northeast?
It wasn't Hades's concern until whatever news or creature did come inside. Reaching out, he pawed his father's skull to him and said, "Come to me," as if it needed coaxing. Oddly, he was loud enough to be heard from the outside; if something indeed awaited, perhaps it would interpret his words as an invitation. And if nothing stood outside his den, well, there was no harm in speaking to his devoted congregation of ivory after all. They craved his words and attention like needy children, hating any other who dared touch them. Perhaps it was their doing that his slave appeared so incompetent.
. . . No. No, that was entirely the omega's fault.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:00 pm
Moghedien approached the Lords den though she did not enter, nor did she place herself directly in font of the entrance to it, she carefully chose a spot just off to the side, she did not hide from view, she did not spy like some secretive creature, that was not her way. She was subliminal in her mannerisms; not appearing to the eye at first glance or ever taking the direct path which may come across as aggressive, she was quietly observing and accessing. She remained standing, her body relaxed and flowing in its motions and while standing she held herself like a whisp of mist which would flow and shimmer with a breeze. Softly words came to her ears, they beckoned her, 'come to me.'
Her eyes widened ever so slightly and then she regained herself. She was not down wind of the den, thus her scent would not be available for him and nor did she cross the entrance so a visual display hadn't been offered and as far as she was aware she had approached as silently as the night. She felt like her body wanted to move, like it was leaning forwards before she put her fore paw forwards in response to his call but she wasn't moving at all. She blinked, allowing a moment for the sensation to clear and then she waited. Surely she had heard it incorrectly, some sort of trickery, if not... well this was one very interesting wolf.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:30 pm
Hmm . . . Perhaps there was nothing indeed. Nothing but mists outside. With a mind that housed voices of the dead, he would have to accept that there were false alarms every once in a while. Ssssomething comessss, the bones entreated nonetheless, though they seemed a little shaken that their lord only glanced at them now; ever were they jealous of his bittersweet attentions to his father's skull, or that of the bear that had once nearly slain him. What made them more important?
What happened to Death making all equal?
Hades heard their unvoiced concerns but chose to ignore it for now, brushing his nose gingerly upon the matching gaping hole in the wolf skull, eyes half-lidded as he mused softly. "Alas, poor Cronos! I knew him . . . Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs?"
Silence.
The wolf's throat rumbled with dark amusement, a nigh but invisible smirk upon his maw. In some perspectives he might have even appeared to be nuzzling the skull, almost affectionate as he set to licking it clean once more. Never would this relationship have happened if Cronos was alive.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 2:23 pm
Moghedien remained seat upon the ground outside of the Lords den though something called to her and she wanted to simply rise and drift into the unknown as if being beckoned by some otherworldly force, she dismissed the sensation and focused her icy blue eyes upon the the darkness that shrouded the interior of the den. Her eyes began to make out shapes in the darkness and slowly she began to map out the form of her mates old acquaintance, he was standing but leant down over something, or perhaps looking at the floor of the den, her eyes could make no more of the scene the dim light within the den denied her that though a sound pricked up her ears. She strained her hearing trying to pick up the softly spoken words but she couldn't make them out and the smallest of frowns formed upon her brow in frustration though instantly she cleared her facial expressions and rose.
She glided over the several paces between her and the entrance to Hades' den like rolling morning mist and then stood just outside the mouth of the den, she did not call to him within the depths of the large den, merely did she catch the light it such a purposeful manner to flicker a shadow across the already limited light within the den. She withdrew and allowed the light to return to it's normal levels and she waited, wanting to see just how acutely aware this Lord was aware of his surroundings or waiting to see if he was so immersed it whatever it was he was looking at upon the floor of the den that he'd fall to miss the possibly of something having just entered his sanctuary.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:13 am
There was no such chance. Light was a rare commodity and, though he preferred his dim den, Hades was aware of the shift. He coddled the skull a few moments more, feeling no immediate threat from the unknown presence. A creature worth its teeth wouldn't have given him a warning and simply waited if it wanted his blood. At length he gently shifted the skull aside to its designated place within a nook of a wall, stood, and approached the entrance.
"Who draws near?" he all but hissed, nostrils flaring to try and catch a scent. The mist was hampering his sight; or perhaps this wolf was the very color of it. "I have no time to waste playing I Spy."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:42 am
No, foolish to think a wolf such as Hades won't notice his surroundings however infused in whatever it was he had been doing. She came forward then, not because she was beckoned, in turn it'd be foolish to think any wolf could call on her to do as they wished, no she came forward because he was right, he nor she had time to waste playing these games. She came forward then into clear view from the den's entrance where the lord stood, alert and seeking a meeting with she who had come to call upon him. Moghedien's eyes were cool, as always however they did roam over the large male, slightly smaller than Chernabog though not by a large margin, they where both formidable looking creatures and both of which dwarfed her, though she was use to that.
Her bracelets clicked musically as she walked forward though fell silent once she settled herself in front of her Lord. 'Someone who wants to get directly to the point, I admire that and it is a useful trait to have but not everything should be rushed in this life. We should savour some things.' It would be a waste of time to give a formal introduction, Hades knew who she was but this was the first time they would truly get time alone, to learn a little of each other, to judge and store the useful information away for when she needed to use him for a certain task or another.
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