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Post by havoc on Feb 12, 2009 16:11:16 GMT -5
Quick, agile legs carried a long, silvery-white body through the forest. Large, furry ears pricked, nose quivering, dark brown eyes darting restlessly from side to side, the she-wolf seemed to be waiting for something, some one, to emerge from the dense woods. Cult was on the move.
Suddenly, she froze, a noise reaching her sharp ears. Voices? Taking a few tentative steps forward, she strained to hear if they were really there, or if the forest life was just playing tricks on her.
"OK Nepthys, How 'bout it?"
Her tail started to rise automatically. Someone - more than one someone - was out there. She began walking forward carefully. You never knew if those someones could be trusted. She licked her lips and felt her tongue snag on one of her bottom canines, a broken tooth that gave her a permanent smirk. Upon nearing the source fo the noise, it got louder, along with the smells. There were a number of wolves here. Cult weighed the odds. She was fast, and a good fighter, and there had been a gathering howl earlier - calling loners to them? It was worth a shot.
She cautiously stepped out into their view - and saw them for the first time.
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Post by shila on Feb 12, 2009 16:40:12 GMT -5
Akiak scented up a faint smell of a newcommer. He put his paw down to look to see who it was. The wolf did not appear till a few moments later. Akiak's fur rose then it settled making sure it was not a wolf from the packs he had left. If it were he would personally make certain the wolf would not return to tell them he had gone traitor. Good at least its a loner. But a loner that adds to a pack, makes this situation more and more complicated. I need to get out of here one way or another. I am not a blood thirsty beast like these monsters. I have lived alone all my life and I can do it again. Let the packs die.....see if I care. Akiak held his gaze on the fae wolf. He wondered how the other wolves would great her.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 12, 2009 16:49:57 GMT -5
Nepthys growled softly with satisfaction. If nothing else, she could keep an eye on this wolf, who had potential to give away their existence to the packs far sooner than Blood Mist wished. Cultivation had to occurr before they could afford to wage their wars -- warriors, mentors, proper training sessions, reawakening of the rituals. She lifted her right paw and rubbed the blood from Akiak's left over the fur-covered top. Then, in a swift movement that disconcerted a few onlookers, she slit a small cut in her own left paw and held it upwards, prepared to streak the small crimson droplets across Akiak's forehead.
"Akiak of unknown parentage, do you take the vow of the pack -- to learn, to watch, to listen, to honor -- as you walk with I, Nepthys, sister of Sekhmet, as your light to learn by?"
A rustle in the dense, dark underbrush caught the ever-watching stare of Arachna, and she swiveled around to face the intruder, already and instinctive snarl building in her parched, bloodthirsty throat.... Her form was still concealed by the night for the most part, her dark, lithe form scarcely standing out against the newly waking horizon. "Your name, traveller?" she murmured softly, voice cool and steely as ice.
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Post by shila on Feb 12, 2009 18:28:19 GMT -5
Akiak felt Nepthys paw scatter blood on his forehead. He wanted to shake it off, but knew this was part of the ritual. Great I have Nepthys blood on me....Now I will stink for weeks. As much as he wanted to disrespect Nepthys but smart mouthing to her he kept respectful and answered properly.
"I will."
The voice of Archna was quickly drawn to his attention. She was a very gorgeous wolf but he knew behind that beauty is a horrific killer ready to fight within a seconds notice. A kind of wolf Akiak despised yet Archna was very charming. That is just torture to his heart and mind. Wow, she can really be lethal to the male wolves. Akiak stopped thinking about Archna and focused back on the newcommer. He really wanted to know who she was. And he desperatly wanted to go tell her to leave before they capture her.
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Post by havoc on Feb 14, 2009 21:01:39 GMT -5
Cult's silver hackles instintively began to rise and her constant smirk automatically pulled back into a grotesque snarl at Arachna's hostile greeting. Her long white fangs dripped with saliva that gleamed like silver blood in the light reflected from the snow.
"Cult," she growled softly, "but that's neither here nor there." He dark eyes quickly flicked from face to face. A rather motley crue [XD] overall, but they looked like they could certainly be lethal. The most striking thing about them, however, was their scents - mostly different. This wasn't a pack, or at least it wasn't before now.
"And we are gathering for what purpose. . ?" she asked, keeping her tone uninterested in an effort to diffuse the tension. "Who's the. . .leader here?" She narrowed her eyes slightly. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was authority.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 15, 2009 12:30:51 GMT -5
Assyria's gaze of flint sharpened itself on the approaching figure. She swiped her tongue across the tips of her pointed incisors, thoughts churning violently. Leader? We haven't a leader yet...in the past, the heavens have sent us a supreme ruler....but maybe Babylonia should take over -- she was Blood Mist's last beta. No, she won't want it while she's pregnant......too many would challenge my youth if I attempted the place. But hell, I'll rip this wolf to bits if she thinks she's going to march in here and command us...
"We've no leader that chooses to place their divine paws on this earth, wolf," Assyria barked, an edge to her tone.
Arachna relaxed, leaning against her tree trunk once more. "Why, this is the reincarnation of Blood Mist, Cult," she answered icily.
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Post by havoc on Feb 15, 2009 17:13:40 GMT -5
Cult listened to their answers thoughtfully, but with an edge of derison, and was careful not to take her eyes off the group in case they decided to attack. "Divine paws?" Loons. A crapload of dead wolves or whatever up in the sky? Though Blood Mist sounds kinda sexy. . .whatever it is. . .
"And this 'Blood Mist' thing. . .what exactly would that be. . . ?" asked the light grey she-wolf, not looking at all put off by her less than warm reception. "'Reincarnation?'" She hadn't ever heard of it before, but then she hadn't been around here for very long. Her old pack hadn't lived around here, though they weren't much of her pack. Just her mother and her father and the ghosts of her dead siblings. Weaklings. . .
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Post by shila on Feb 15, 2009 18:45:07 GMT -5
Akiak watched as the female wolves through questions an answers at each other. Great, another sharped toned wolf, like there already wasn't enough of them. Oh well if she is attacked, I will happily watch....or help her?.....I don't know, I guess I will think fast if it happens. Akiak decided to answer Cult since he pretty much understood. Before he spoke he stopped himself, he decided he had said enough today and he would keep his curiousity and thoughts to himself.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 17, 2009 16:42:15 GMT -5
Assyria opened her maw to address Cult once more, eyes flickering dangerously at Cult's hint of doubtful intonation when she quoted Assyria's previous answer, but she was cut off by a large and looming dark figure. Again, Regulus intervened. "Yes, whelp, divine. And you heard us exactly right -- we were dead until a few moons ago. Gotta love those random Hellfirian regurgitations, eh?" he barked coarsely, eying his claws in a bored fashion. Assyria bit her tongue, a bit irritated, but nodded a small affirmation.
"Stole the words off my tongue, I suppose."
Paris, who had remained silent for the entire gatherings, stood and spoke now. His dappled form was creased with old scars -- scars from his own death. Scars that would never fade, from him, or any wolf that was present here. The lacerations his sister had imprinted him with were forever his, the dead giveaways to his true nature.
I'll still find them. Annanti, Olive, Lyell, whatever offspring they have. I'll kill them all, all but Olive, and then she'll finally come around and see this will always be the only way possible...
He adjusted his jaw and cleared his throat, "Light touches the skies now, packmates. For the sake of keeping ourselves secret until we're ready to set fire to the packlands, I think we should keep our meetings to the night hours. How about this: we round up any other wolves who we think may be interested and meet back here in half a moon?"
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Post by shila on Feb 18, 2009 19:14:23 GMT -5
Akiak turned to a wolf who he think someone metinoned his name to be Paris? He listened to the wolf intently trying hard to ignore Regulus and Assyria. He thought Paris's idea sounded brilliant. He eagerly wanted to go to the Destinian territory and help gather wolves and then he was shocked that he even thought of that. He thought Paris's idea could cost this Blood Mist pack to be revealed to early. For if he would ever be able to gain the trust of these wolves he would use that against them to report to Firefly and reveal the future events.
Akiak had a smug smirk on his face but did not let it reveal his plan. He wanted to speak up but he realized he had to prove himself before he could go to the Destinian Pack.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 19, 2009 7:24:13 GMT -5
Assyria glanced at Regulus, then moved her gaze to the others, hesitant to accept the proposal. Of course, none were worried of betrayal by Akiak or others -- no, there was a subconscious thought that they had all taken without asking, all had assumed would come to be. And as far as Nepthys had to say, they assumed right.
"I agree with Paris -- more loners are about in the daylight, and though they might not be sympathetic for the packs, they'll tell them if it means rooting us out of their fur. A half moon, then -- it'll give us some nice time to start on our training, Akiak. I know of a good place for us to hide out, too," the female in question barked to Akiak, thin grin upon her lips.
Snare snapped her jaw idly and nodded, turning and departing that very instant without further comment. Regulus, too, didn't make a large production of leave. The dark brute merely nodded once and disappeared into the woodland. Arachna seemed to merely melt into the elongated morning shadows, though she was now seen fully, if only in low quality.
"The half moon, then," Assyria sighed, turning away and padding into the woodlands for herself.
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Post by shila on Feb 20, 2009 20:45:34 GMT -5
Akiak shot Nepthys a glance removing his smile only replaced by a blank stare. Ok how could they be one step ahead of me? I guess when your dead you have all the time in the world to plan total take over of the packs. Akiak removed his expression into a curt nod with disappointment and worry. "Very well, Nepthys." I have got to think of some way to stop these wolves, but I alone can do nothing, how can the packs do anything as well. I guess its time to make up stuff as I go, again.
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Post by havoc on Feb 21, 2009 15:35:57 GMT -5
[[LOL, just for the record, what I put in italics and quotations is her inwardly quoting someone.]]
Random Hellfirian regurgitations. Wow. Right. They really were nuts. Did they actually think they had died and come back? You guys really need to lay off the mushrooms. . . Cult cocked her angular head slightly as she considered the odds of them cracking and ripping everyone in sight's head off, but figured the chance was pretty low at this point. As some old scarred wolf started speaking, their attention left her completely.
"Light touches the skies now, packmates. For the sake of keeping ourselves secret until we're ready to set fire to the packlands, I think we should keep our meetings to the night hours. How about this: we round up any other wolves who we think may be interested and meet back here in half a moon?"
Cult settled her hindquarters down in the snow and listened to the crazies speak. How the Hell do they intend to set fire to the packlands without burning half their fur off? Puzzling over this as the meeting broke up, she got to her paws again, looked around the group once more, and loped off without a word. She'd be back at the half moon, she supposed. She had nothing better to do. And it was vaguely entertaining to see these senile fleabags making their plans.
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Post by shila on Feb 22, 2009 8:13:56 GMT -5
Akiak watched as Cult left. He was currious about her and wished to speak to her as well, but not in front of the others. The feeling of defeat felt stronger than ever before now at the moment. The packs are doomed, and he could not save or help them.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 22, 2009 17:06:22 GMT -5
[[ xD "Divine paws" was in quotation marks. I thought you started your italics early or somethin.]]
Nepthys nodded, then beckoned to Akiak with her tail, preparing to take a leave of her own. The other wolves were dispersing slowly. Her thoughts were scanning the contents of their meeting back and forth in continuous cylce. It's a lot to take in, I guess...I wonder what had become of my sister, Sekhmet, while I've been away? I figured she would show up here if she heard the howl....where else would she be? The mountains? Yes, she must be. Hm. Well, I'll search for her eventually, but now, I'll have my paws full making sure that little neophyte of mine doesn't get any smarts in his brain. Well, I suppose that's unfair. I should affirm that he gets the correct smarts in his head. Yes, training will begin immediately. "Come, Akiak. We'll begin your training bright and early on moonrise, but I guess we'll have to hole up for the day."
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