Pack Meeting

"Power. Prestige. Blood. Triumph. Strength. Cunning. Valour. And of course, mercilessness." These were words drummed into the Konge's head since he was young and naught but a pup - the little innocent creature who soon found himself trapped behind the mental bars of a jailbird, his mind and thoughts caving against the strong metal to mould him into a very different being altogether. Here he was nearing the pinnacle of his glory, and right smack in the middle of his very element. Smirk was etched upon the sides of the cruel beast as he brought himself to his paws, the light from the den filtering in sharply through the top. It took him but a second to remember where he was and what he had accomplished - what Vimur had accomplished - and he gave a huge roll of his shoulders, raven-splotched fur whipping against his body. With a massive yawn and yet another suave roll of his head, Ksiezyc stepped out of his den and into the blinding sunlight. Light bounced off the grassy-covered landscape - a sight truly striking and yet terrible to see. Out of it was Vimur won, and it would be carved from here so deliberately that at the end of it all, the pack would be nothing less than a masterpiece and a part of legend that DarkIllusion would continue to remember for decades to come.

Cranium lifted high, tail held in regal posture, and blood-stained hues affixed on the horizon of Vimur with their deadly invasive gaze, Ksiezyc tossed back his ruff and let forth a melodious howl. It was a sweet tune, and yet one that blended in subtle tones of cunning and ferocity that would send the fur riding up against one's shoulders. His voice boomed forth twice, vocals encassed thickly in full authority. "Come to me, wolves of Vimur." He then leveraged his weight onto his four massive paws on rocky ledge that he was on and waited for the rest to come. They would not be having their little meeting in the main gathering area as mud had filled it up - but they would be sitting in the open, the wind grazing their cheeks, their lungs pumping for oxygen and skin clamouring for warmth, as proof of their strength and resilience in coming to be a part of this pack.

Atlanta heard the piercing howl of the King and entered to where it had came from. With her ears flicked forward and muzzle pointed to the ground, the female sat waiting for the others.



(OOC: I"m sorry it's so short, I have to go for awhile.)

As I hear the howl I lift my head from a small rabbit and race toward it, the king. I grunt and continue to race forward, I skid to a stop as I see Atlanta "great." I mock and look at the king and lower my head and trot over and sit down, waiting for others.

"Great whatever, I have to be here," whispered the fae with a smirk.

I look at the princess and shrug "I don't know, she annoys me all the time. I don't like her." I shrug and look at Atlanta and slide over a bit and roll my eyes. I look forward agian and wait. I look at Maria "Here's trouble." I chuckle and stand and go over to Maria and nod my head as greeting "So he's your king now?" I smirk as teasing her, not being mean just some friendly teasing, 'only' she could hear.

I grunt and nod to them both and walk back over to where I was sitting before and growl sligthly at Atlanta and wait.

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Claws would curl and tighten their grip on the rocky ledge that he was upon as emotionless, cold eyes pierced through the different souls who walked towards him. First to his call was Ayame the devil that will someday lead as a heir. A deep nod of acknowledgement at Timber greeting but his blood-stained iris eyes would remain steely and focused ahead. Ksiezyc snapped his masculine cranium around, sculptured skull held high into a regal fashion. Ksiezyc turned his sights onto a bright chestnut man of average stature. Eyes would narrow at the challenge thrown to him, to which Killian replied with deep baritones, confident and booming forth. No, he do not run a harem as many outsiders might thinks due to all the females who were clearly many than mes. Yet he had to choose his own Queen this fortunate day, though he was indecided.The charred leader made not attempt to reply Maria's question, his own confidence exuding through his presence. Manpower would come when there were more wolves to join. He would take it upon his own shoulders to defend Vimur while he could. Possess each and every piece of land, and mark it as his and the pack's.

Shifting his weight more evenly onto all four paws, The Sinner looked at the wolves in front of him, satisfaction deep within his stomach. They would need to start of small, and slowly grow into something large through their reputation. "Śmierć." The familiar deep vocals rang through the air. Snapping his cranium to the right, the Konge spotted his daughter, Ayame. "Komm her, meine Tochter. " Come here, my daughter. he called, tone authoritative yet somehow warm. He did not change his stance with his daughter, for here, he was the Konge, but he did not expect Ayame to bow down to him either. They were family, protectors of the Śmierć clan. Cold gaze fell onto Timber, submissive and a shivering ball of fur. Cranium would nod at his behaviour in approval, his gaze to him warning that he was not to do anything stupid here, before he once more returned his attention to the audience in front of him.

Now, the virile allowed his intrusive, chilling gaze to meet Maria's and Atalanta's, his own presence and businesslike aura overflowing from his stance. Tail lashed against his side as he held his cranium high, assessing each and every one of them. "Vimur shall be a pack of pride, and prestige. Rank will have to be earned, and you will have to prove your worth. This pack shall carry the Śmierć tradition where the men rule over the women and the land. Nonetheless, everyone here is a family, and shall swear to protect one another." Eyes shifted from female to male, assessing their worth, but when they met Ayame's and Maria's, they were less imposing. His family were trusted, and would have a place to stay in Vimur. That was what the lands were for ultimately. "Vimur shall not reveal its secrets. Those who feel that you are unworthy or unwilling to join this pack, you may leave. Those who stay but choose to leave at a later date...shall be punished." Sadistic glint lit up in the brute's eyes as his tongue crept out to lick the sturdy canines held within the man's cranium. "Introduce your name, what you specialize in, and whether you will stay in Vimur or not, starting from you." Cranium would first beckon to Maria and then Timber and then to Atlanta, indicating that he allowed Timber to speak first. It was something that Ksiezyc had conveyed through his slight gaze.

I nod and stand "Timber Lundam, I specialize in, well killing I suppose. I am staying, I will protect you, All with my life." I say all in a louder voice and sit back down and wait for others to.I felt I did something wrong, like always.

(OOC: Does Mithra have to attend this because he's sleeping)

[OOC: He has time 'til 01.04.2013 when the activity check ends. ]

(Alright.)

(OOC: MY last post before I have to leave... How old is Mithra?)

"And what if the male population is a congregation of dishonorable fools whose selfish ambitions are an utter disgrace to the very ground the Royal Edon and his family founded their pack upon?" My dark, eerie voice stated somewhere in the fog. A pleasant voice whose volume was serene and blending into the environment like blood dissolving into a river. Caribbean orbs visible first before my slender figure slipped between the gaze and into plain sight fearlessly, a cool complexion of composure in which no emotion was betrayed on my mask. Obsidian black pelt giving off a soft gleam as it's settled with moist droplets. My unmistakable blue optics rolling like soft seas inside their domain, circling about the black hole of my pupil. My fluffy tail was arched neatly upon my slender spine, my ears rotated forward towards the meeting. The king slayer had some good propositions I had to admit, the family atmosphere was of utmost importance to hold power successfully. There was still much work to do. I doubted there was another wolf in our midst more loyal than I, plenty could testify to that claim. I had conviction and undying loyalty to this pack, everyone one of them as ignorant as they could be. I was the voice of truth with a voice that feared no man but a god. And I saw no god here. "Swift. Margrave Swift. Proficient in psychological warfare. I speak with conviction and truth that can be counted on. I fight and kill for this pack alone, Your Grace." I said without concern simply with a shrug of my narrow shoulders, easing the muscles back into activity as I stood straight up before the new king.

I look at Swift and smirk I walk over to her with my head low and whisper to her "Tomorrow, sound good for training? Even though Electro is gone I will still obey his previous commands." I nod to her and wait for a reply and sit down and sigh.

OOC: Sorry these are so short, my hand hurts to bad, lol.))

i walk quickly out of the shadows thinking im late, i guess. my strides are rather big but i move with elegance " prodigy, chamberlin of the vimur pack" the words roll of my tounge like a sweet melody. I pound my feet to the ground and think if males rule over us females then timber would rule over us. A shiver runs down my spine at such a thought but my expression remains blank. Waiting for whats will happen next my ears perked at all times.

Curling Caribbean waves inside large optics continue their steady, current tide as my eyes change direction to settle on a tiny wolf who carries the unmistakable scent of the king and Marcello blood lines. Another of the recent litter I presume immediately just as her cruel laugh reached my pointed black ears. Not very unique, this child. Hopes and wishes no different than every other heir forcing themselves into a life of bloodthirsty warfare believing it will bring them prosperity. No level headed leader whose children and grandchildren have come onto the thrones sequentially have gotten themselves caught up in such petty lusts all too common to find. A Marcello mother killed and a king slayer for a father. That should provide an interesting childhood indeed. Though as a Princess she still deserves my respect and a chance to prove herself something more than what she provides on her surface. "My deepest condolences for your loss, My Princess." I said lowering my skull toward her letting my soothing voice carry directly to its target purposely.

I smirk as Swift says she is sorry for the loss, I was happy I killed her, it was fun. I smirk and look at the princess and sit down "She is supposed to train me as well." I say in a low tone and flick my ears at all the sounds around me. I think about what the king said and what I will have to do, being male. I shrug and look at Swift and than at the little princess before us both, I scratch my ear and look at them both again than look at Atlanta and smirk, it would be fun to mess with her and be dominant over her. I shrugged and thought about Anima, what would i have to do to her if anything. I sighed and looked back at the princess and Swfit adn waited it any would reply.