And So It Begins. {MB}
Jun 29, 2011 21:17:42 GMT -5
Post by Courtney on Jun 29, 2011 21:17:42 GMT -5
This place, this unseemly hellhole called Venora had been around for ages, and nothing had changed. The grass still swayed wildly about due to the wind that never seemed to stop, and the hot summer sun still beat down on the exposed earth. Prey animals were still hard to find, except for the birds, when they were too slow to fly. Danau was still incredibly cold; freezing in the winter. Venora herself and all her descendants had inhabited these lands for a hundred years, and thier presence had kept the entire land in balance. It had been hard then to look over the land and not see a wolf. They seemed a part of the earth itself, an intricate part of its survival. They had been as vital to its continued wellbeing as the sun and rain were. And now they were all gone. Save two.
The tall grass rippled, parting suddenly before bouncing back and waving independently of its neighbors for a couple seconds, then contining its constant swaying with the wind. A cold black nose pushed the grass aside as if it was a nuisance, impatient to get up high and away from this damn blind area. Hard yellow orbs glinted menacingly, not blinking, staring straight ahead. They couldn't see a thing but green, but the brain inside the large crown knew exactly where in the lands that it was. Large black paws thudded, carrying the massive weight evenly between the four of them with ease. The wolf moved at a fast pace, long stilts thrusting out in front, eating up the ground, before moving swiftly back and bending, then repeating the action. Black ears laid flat on the head in concentration as he mapped out his route in his thoughts. It was so damn easy to get lost in Likalt.
Tall auds swiveled back as the wolfess following him stumbled, almost falling before catching herself. He didn't pause, he didn't even think about it, just scoffed humorously. Always following behind. It was just like her. Even as the leader of these lands, she fell behind in her role. It was her fault they were the only ones alive right now. An entire population, just wiped out by a mere disease. If he had been leader, he would have eradicated the sick scouts at the first hint of danger. Her, she alone had let the sickness spread like wildfire. One wolf after another had fallen, like a row of dominoes. It was absurd. But then again, she had always been too soft at heart for such an important rank like alphess. So, he had had to demote her. Drop her into a pitiful rank like slave, like she deserved. It was a form of punishment for the wolfess, a befitting one. Let the other wolves harass and punish her for her deeds, let them take out their anger. He felt no emotions toward her now.
The stumbling steps were heard again and charcoal lips lifted up to reveal hard white canines. The wolf stopped suddenly, legs stiff in anger, large head swivelling blindly around, waiting for his mother to appear. Eventually the green parted and a pure black coat was seen. The great wolfen lunged viciously at the fatale, stopping right in front of her face and snapping gaping jaws closed an inch from her nose. The wolfess shrank back, yellow eyes wide with fear, and she plopped down on her haunches to get away from the monster she helped create. Deep harsh tones burst from the male's throat, dripping with malice.
You better shape up, mother. I for one will not be the kind of alphen that will let weak scum like you hold up my plans.
Slowly, the hard glint returned into the fae's eyes, and she stared threats at her son. Oh, if looks could kill. She dare not argue with the brute though, he was already twice her size and with a temper short as a match. All she could do was stare coldly back.
Satisfied with her silence, the massive wolf continued on his journey. His paws moved as if with a mind of his own now, for his brain was occupied. His plans. Before his rise to King, the pack had been soft, led by a soft leader. Threats were not dealt with as they should have been. But things were changing now. It was just as well that there were no wolves now, that meant no uprising. He could start the pack fresh effectively with no competition or arguments. Barely no strength needed to be spent. He had bided his time with patience, and now he had all the time in the world.
Finally his nose pushed away the last patch of grass, and the wolfen stepped out into fresh air. Instantly, the cold wind nipped at him, a sign that winter would not be chased off so easily. But the creature never even paused. In fact, now that he could see, his pace quickened, almost becoming a canter. But he made it seem so effortless that it was almost like his paws were flying over the ground.
Finally, the two wolves came to thier destination. The one point where all three packs touched. The new King stepped right up to his border, bold as well as confident in his actions. He threw his head into the wind, which was thankfully blowing along his back up to his head. Maw opened slightly into an 'O', and a smooth howl bubbled its way up the brute's throat, rushing past his lips and drifting on the wind to whoever may hear his announcement. The song started out low and harsh, telling of his no nonsense way of leading, and then rose in volume quickly. Finally, the brute thought smugly. Finally, everyone would know he was here. The young king would now be known forever, far and wide, as would his pack. His mother's howl soon echoed his own, softer but with the same amount of harshness as her son's, now her leader. No matter how much she might hate him, no matter how much she hated the sudden drop of rank to slave, this was still her pack, she was still apart of it. Therefore, she would defend it to the end.
The tall grass rippled, parting suddenly before bouncing back and waving independently of its neighbors for a couple seconds, then contining its constant swaying with the wind. A cold black nose pushed the grass aside as if it was a nuisance, impatient to get up high and away from this damn blind area. Hard yellow orbs glinted menacingly, not blinking, staring straight ahead. They couldn't see a thing but green, but the brain inside the large crown knew exactly where in the lands that it was. Large black paws thudded, carrying the massive weight evenly between the four of them with ease. The wolf moved at a fast pace, long stilts thrusting out in front, eating up the ground, before moving swiftly back and bending, then repeating the action. Black ears laid flat on the head in concentration as he mapped out his route in his thoughts. It was so damn easy to get lost in Likalt.
Tall auds swiveled back as the wolfess following him stumbled, almost falling before catching herself. He didn't pause, he didn't even think about it, just scoffed humorously. Always following behind. It was just like her. Even as the leader of these lands, she fell behind in her role. It was her fault they were the only ones alive right now. An entire population, just wiped out by a mere disease. If he had been leader, he would have eradicated the sick scouts at the first hint of danger. Her, she alone had let the sickness spread like wildfire. One wolf after another had fallen, like a row of dominoes. It was absurd. But then again, she had always been too soft at heart for such an important rank like alphess. So, he had had to demote her. Drop her into a pitiful rank like slave, like she deserved. It was a form of punishment for the wolfess, a befitting one. Let the other wolves harass and punish her for her deeds, let them take out their anger. He felt no emotions toward her now.
The stumbling steps were heard again and charcoal lips lifted up to reveal hard white canines. The wolf stopped suddenly, legs stiff in anger, large head swivelling blindly around, waiting for his mother to appear. Eventually the green parted and a pure black coat was seen. The great wolfen lunged viciously at the fatale, stopping right in front of her face and snapping gaping jaws closed an inch from her nose. The wolfess shrank back, yellow eyes wide with fear, and she plopped down on her haunches to get away from the monster she helped create. Deep harsh tones burst from the male's throat, dripping with malice.
You better shape up, mother. I for one will not be the kind of alphen that will let weak scum like you hold up my plans.
Slowly, the hard glint returned into the fae's eyes, and she stared threats at her son. Oh, if looks could kill. She dare not argue with the brute though, he was already twice her size and with a temper short as a match. All she could do was stare coldly back.
Satisfied with her silence, the massive wolf continued on his journey. His paws moved as if with a mind of his own now, for his brain was occupied. His plans. Before his rise to King, the pack had been soft, led by a soft leader. Threats were not dealt with as they should have been. But things were changing now. It was just as well that there were no wolves now, that meant no uprising. He could start the pack fresh effectively with no competition or arguments. Barely no strength needed to be spent. He had bided his time with patience, and now he had all the time in the world.
Finally his nose pushed away the last patch of grass, and the wolfen stepped out into fresh air. Instantly, the cold wind nipped at him, a sign that winter would not be chased off so easily. But the creature never even paused. In fact, now that he could see, his pace quickened, almost becoming a canter. But he made it seem so effortless that it was almost like his paws were flying over the ground.
Finally, the two wolves came to thier destination. The one point where all three packs touched. The new King stepped right up to his border, bold as well as confident in his actions. He threw his head into the wind, which was thankfully blowing along his back up to his head. Maw opened slightly into an 'O', and a smooth howl bubbled its way up the brute's throat, rushing past his lips and drifting on the wind to whoever may hear his announcement. The song started out low and harsh, telling of his no nonsense way of leading, and then rose in volume quickly. Finally, the brute thought smugly. Finally, everyone would know he was here. The young king would now be known forever, far and wide, as would his pack. His mother's howl soon echoed his own, softer but with the same amount of harshness as her son's, now her leader. No matter how much she might hate him, no matter how much she hated the sudden drop of rank to slave, this was still her pack, she was still apart of it. Therefore, she would defend it to the end.