A Shadow a Darkness.

Dame Raine Décès Wed Mar 20, 2013 5:55 pm

The mistress pads threw the forest at an even pace. The trees blowing the in the soft wind after it ruffles her own pure pelt. She shake out her pelt and evens the ruffles and jumbles before continuing down the area. Faint scent of wolves caught her nose, she growled slightly and kept going. She sat down on the dark, moist dirt path, bushes poking at her sides as they grew into the path, she grabbed a small stone and tossed it around, she was bored. She lifted her large cranium to the air again and let out a small howl, was she a rogue? She cocked her head slightly at the question and began to stand, she shook her had as the memories of her pack and old life started flooding back in, she needed a new home and family. One who would care for her and subsequently love her. The bushes riddled around as far as the the eye could see, others had gaps a small areas of bedded down grass where smaller prey and a few larger prey had bed down for the night, seeking shelter for a while from the Hell they would soon wake up too. She smirks at the thought and looks around, she pads threw the forest, brambles and other things picking at her and some sticking to her pelt she growls slightly, she wasn't one normally to worry about appearance but if she was going to make a good impression she might as well start now. She stopped in a small bedded own area of grass and waited, if they wanted her they would find her.

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:16 pm

Darkness wrapped its fingers around the beast, and its comrade, the wind, would pick up speed as it wrapped its icy tendrils around the man cranium, giving him the breath of a ghost. The icy chill would have stumped a normal man, but night was on Ksiezyc's side, as much as it was against him. The chill was a pleasure to the brute, and each shiver was a reminder of his element, his secret strength, and the impetus for him to note his pulsating heart lying deep within his muscular mass. As his muscles slackened, his thoughts drifted towards his family. For him to scorn them on a normal day had been but to take them for granted, and he sorely missed having them around, including his brother, Skoll. Skoll was almost like his antagonising twin, his leader, his follower, and everything a soulmate could yearn for. They shared the same workings, and held the superior mentality. Their family kept its peace while it had still been together, but now, everything has disappeared into dust, into nothingness, and Ksiezyc had the feeling that he was alone, very alone, and would be so, even during sultry summers in the future. The weight of the Śmierć clan seemed to rest upon his shoulders then and he inhaled deeply, knowing that regardless of whether his brother was alive or not, he must continue the Śmierć tradition, and carry himself as the head of the clan would do. He would no longer act as a prince of his family, but as a king. And darn it, it was hard. Eyes flickered into the chilly darkness, a subtle courage slowly rising to fill his tumultous soul.

It was then that he heard the woman howl, and he swung his cranium towards her sharply, gaze piercing through the white greyish figure before recognition sunk in, whereupon Ksiezyc allowed himself to lower his alert poise, magenta hues roaming over her slender, womanly figure, each curve and movement registered in his mind. In the dark, his eyes seemed a deep sanguine color, epitomizing the patriarchal demon inside of him. He yearned for her, this poisonous Adonis figure who strolled through the lands with a remarkable confusion, and he made sure that she knew of his intentions by shifting his hues to meet her own. A nod, and a smile would tug at the side of his lips as the other grinned, for it was always a fortunate thing to see someone of familiarity who, say, intrigued him. "Sind Sie verloren, schöne Dame?" Are you lost, beautiful lady? he replied in deep german baritones, vocals laced with a male authority, and he swung his cranium to the spot opposite him. Ksiezyc had not failed to pick out her miserably thin coat which was but a pathetic protection in the strong winds, and this called for greater attention.

A deep chuckle arose in his throat as she growled, his tone hiding little amusement at the situation. "A rogue who thinks to suffer, is to live, perhaps?" He let a moment pause, feeling the chill biting through his bones, strengthening his inner-self in a harsh, biting manner. No, he would live through bitterness, and remember who he was, not dwelling into the simplistic sunshine life that these peaceful wolves had. No such liberty would he grant himself, the second of the Śmierć clan, where tough lessons of manhood had been instilled into his bones. Eyes would roam over Raine pelt distastefully as he addressed her again, this time shifting his attention to her. "But you, m'dear rogue, are not built for such situations. The winter will take you. You wish to share a den with me?" he smirked, a brow raising as he peered into her optics in an authoritative, tempting, alluring manner, not ignoring the fact that his body, that was in its prime of glorious youth, was rigged with testosterone. "I will gladly do so, and escort you even now so" he chuckled, gaze fixed upon her, and once more, tongue snaked out to lick his muzzle in mock harassment. Oh yes, he was enjoying this, the delicate greyish toy in front of his paws, dancing out his reach, flirting, but wasn't this what he wanted, a passing game, a quick swipe, to gain but a momentary pleasure? Joy would never truly find his life, the white beast firmly believed it. Darkness, was what he embraced, and pain and cruelty was what he unleashed unto others, all in the glory of fulfilling the patriarchy of the Śmierć.

Dame Raine Décès Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:46 pm

The fae looks at the brute, catching his every move, look scent, everything. The stands, and walks toward him her head even to her shoulders, her hips swaying seductively behind her, she flicks him with her fluffy tail as she turns around and come to his other side and teasing the air upon his rounded ears "Verloren? Nein, ich bin auf der Suche nach einem sogenannten Hause." Lost? No, I came searching for a so called home. She licks his ear, setting the hair straight again "Nur ein kleiner Bauer drehen Sie die Gelegenheit, mit so einem schönen Brute wie sich gehen" [color:c373=cyan] Only a small peasant would turn up an opportunity to go with such a handsome brute like yourself. She places her long elegant legs in front of her into a stretch, she licks her maw seductively and grins. She stand again and shakes out her thin pelt "Lead the way m'dear." I grins and places one large paw before to other as she pads a few steps ahead toward the scent of the wolves, she turns behind her and looks at him, her bi colored gaze catching his she grins. She looks back ahead and sits down, her long fluffy tail dancing behind her, the wind ruffling her thin pelt, she shivers slightly. Her body was slim and not as strong as before, she might as well make friends before foes at this stage, but soon she would be able to make foes, and have fun with them too. She flicks her ears, waiting to hear his footsteps loom behind her. She grins as she waits, we was an amazing brute, how lucky was she? Very.

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:59 pm

He moved first, acutely aware of the sensual femme walking beside him in her willowy gait. The wind whipped around him but this was nothing compared to the blazen heat of a woman who had chosen to his power and protection. "With what exactly can you bring prestige to Vimur, m'lady?" He would question this woman in his german alluring baritrone. His movement was quick, and deliberate, his keen eye quick to pick out the silvery outline of his small living quarters from amidst the borders of the forest. He had chanced upon this small, uninhabited cave. It was once the home to a lynx or some other mountain cat, but had since been left unused. The cave was airy, and a perfect shelter from the outside, comfortable enough to house four wolves. Never looking back over his shoulder to see if the rogue was following him or not, for she would surely be by his side, he entered the recesses of the den, and turned around, his eyes seeking out the woman's. Here, she was trapped by three walls and an entrance his bulk could easily block. She could never see the sunlight again, if he willed it to be so. Huge puffs of breaths left his muzzle as the gigantic beast inhaled deeply, each breath creating a deep, raspy sound that echoed within the grey area. Even as he turned to face her, did he feel a stirring somewhere down south, his tail lifted high in pride. But he would not touch her in this manner, only allowing his cranium to feel her fur, to understand this ethereal creature who had appeared before him. For good things were always worth the wait, and she was not top on his own personal agenda. "Come to me, rogue." Deep baritone would let forth from his lips, the voice commanding, but strangely gentle yet chilly all at the same time, and even before she could move forward did he move his bulk towards her, each paw step heavy, but meaning no harm. He would circle her, and wonder if she would allow him to taste her fur upon his tongue, be it by self-consent or force.

Dame Raine Décès Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:30 pm

She turns around and cocks her head slightly, She pads over to him, one paw after the other. Making an even beat on the terrain as she trots over to him. She pads into the den, lowering her head slightly to get in, She flicks him with her tail as she sits down, her tail curling perfectly over her large paws. "I have many skills." She smirks "I am fast, good for chasing and hunting." She readjusts her paws and lays her tail back on them "I care for pups quite well, I like to hunt and kill." She smirks "Many other things as well." She batters her eye lashes seductively at the large brute. The muscle on his body capturing the eye quickly, his ways and elegance for a male was unusual, you don't find that around much. She watches the foggy breath escape her nose in even breaths. She feels warmth in here, his body heat warming the area as well as hers. She liked his presence, he seemed he could handle anything and kill anything, he seemed King like, She assumed he was the King. "King?" She cocks her head slightly and grins. She lets her tail form straight behind, and sway from paw to paw behind her as she waits.

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:45 pm

He would observe her keenly though he felt something within him rise dully, as though a long dormant thought of train was slowly weaving its way through his entire being just to fathom the multitude of words that the woman used in her own defense and question. Ksiezyc merely remained silent with nary an indication of his given attention except for his still fixated gaze and flicking tail. Finally, she cut to the chase and paralleled his own train of thoughts, asking about him. No doubt she would probably be the sort to go globe-trotting and find out about each pack before deciding to reside in, oh yes, he could see that she would not settle for second-rate for anything. Clearing his throat, Ksiezyc would reply her cordially, revealing what he could say about Vimur first. "Vimur is a pack made up of capable wolves who depend upon each other for their survival. Only a select few can enter, and this land does not open its doors to the maimed and incapable. Each wolf is entitled to solidarity but is also expected to remain loyal to the pack. By serving and being served, each learns to find his own strengths. Essentially, we weed out those without the inner-strength to withstand hardship." Having finished his monologue, Ksiezyc would sit down, and he curled his plush tail around his massive paws. "You're right m'lady." he would add on curtly without mincing his words, as he approved he was the Konge of Vimur.

Dame Raine Décès Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:58 pm

She smirks, She stands and shakes out her pelt and lays down, Her tail patting the earth in front of her belly and behind her back as she lay there "Ich bin zuverlässig, ich hatte nie wirklich eine Familie." I'm Dependable, I never really had a family. She would add a low sigh, her family was ripped away from her in a fire, nothing she could do. She shook out her head as the memories once again come flooding back into a fiery picture around her, she smacks her maw lightly, then reality snaps back into place. She look at the Konge and grins slightly "Ich bin nicht ein mit Worten, aber ich habe auf meinem eigenen seit Jahren lebte. Wachsende allein, allein und ohne ein herum. Ich bin nicht auf andere Wölfe verwendet, aber ich werde umzugehen." I'm not one with words, but I have lived on my own for years. Growing alone, being alone and having no one around. I'm not used to other wolves, but I will deal. She stands and shakes out her pelt again, and sits scratching her ear she eyes the side of the den, she turns her head back forward, she licks some ruffles from her pelt and few bramble twigs from some areas. She twirls her claw around in the earth while she waits.

**Queen Maria Catalina** Wed Mar 20, 2013 11:50 pm

"Ah, mi Konge. Tan cálido aquí ¿verdad? Especialmente cuando hay dos cuerpos para calentar el espacio. Este tipo rey eres tú para rescatar a damiselas en apuros." Ah, my Konge. So warm here right? Especially when there are two bodies to heat the space. Such a kind king are you to rescue damsels in distress. She cooed to her mate in her high octave, her sweet yet sultry voice invading the den as effortlessly as the cool gust of wind that occasionally blew inside the small den. The sun radiating off her bronze pelt, the ashen sandstone furs dancing with the rays that ignited their illusion of flames. In a similar manner her deep amber eyes were tiny fires, dancing their careful choreography in her bright irises about the black center though just like a true blaze they were warm and capable of searing into the soul of opposition. A match to a flame. Rounded ears cupped forward where they stood tall on her crown, voluminous tail curled upon her back displaying her dominance as expected of a Queen of Vimur, radiating and representing the prestige and class of such a pack of trained soldiers. The brazen mistress padded into the small enclosure on long limbs, copper toned paws gracing the ground soundlessly lifting and falling softly as if walking upon a cloud rather than the hard soil. She peered down her long muzzle, leathery black nose directed at the new arrival who laid herself there upon the ground ready to be sent to pound town so quickly by a stranger. A wry grin edged at the corners of her maw at the sight while she restrained a quiet laugh taking in this amusing scene. Pink tongue swiped along her black lips once before she finally addressed the female having heard what little she had to say about herself as Maria approached. "So, Ramera, do you battle with wits and experience or is your go to move the one where you spread your legs?" She spoke her question coldly, a sinister smirk enveloping her features as she eyed the harlot sprawled upon the ground, a mockingly innocent tone that carried a fiery blaze. A wildfire leaping tree to tree as it tore down the entire forest. Her voice betrayed her Spanish accent though she had come to know other languages from her time in a diverse pack, but she embraced her heritage, the barracks this gladitrix was born. She felt no remorse for the cruelty of her words, it was blood for blood. An eye for an eye. If this female wished to walk upon Maria, she had better anticipate to be stomped upon. Brutal retaliation.

law enforcer stefan Thu Mar 21, 2013 12:24 am

lurking in the shadows the rougue stays low, the domed ears that lay upon the cranium pinned back, The sandstone fae appears to be queen, the way she walks. talks, and even looks, a pure beauty in stefan's eyes. The sea blue orbs reflect of the moonlight giving away his position, standing tall, the muscles in his limbs tense, the wind passes through the black coaled blanket that lays upon his frame. Swiftly moving out of the shadows where he was obserbing, the mascaline brute keeps his tail low and bow to the queen, hoping for the best, " my lady." the words roll of his tounge like a hiss, but yet it was seductive, alluring. it was all that was needed to be said to be given the chance to be proven worthy of the vimurs, the musky scent fills the atmostphere, the sea blue orbs that wolves usually go into trance to gazes into marias eyes, the woman deserved respect, the king has everything and still he goes for others, pity. After a few short moments stefan makes a respected bow to the king. "the name's stefan. Ive come seeking for a pack and layed upon this one, the vimurs? if i stand corrected" The man brushed of the dirt that lays upon his paws, his gaze turns to maria just as quickly as it trails of.

Dame Raine Décès Thu Mar 21, 2013 12:56 am

She growls quietly, she must have been the Queen. "Not at all, Queen." She bows her head to Queen and the King "I have wits and skills, spreading my legs isn't on my daily chore list." She pins her ears slightly and pads out of the den, nudging the King out of the way as she does so, though not being mean just trying to get out. She look at the Rogue before her "Hello, who might you be?" She cocks my head slightly as she begins circling him, his scent didn't match the others he must have been a rogue too, though she didn't know if she was fully accepted yet, so she could have been classified as a Rogue too at the moment, either way she wanted an answer. She flicks her long, fluffy tail around his rump as she circles him, she lets it sway behind her as she stops in front of him, she was just observing everything about him, his scent and features, build and weakness, everything. She smiles slightly and waits for a reply from any of the wolves filling the area.

**Queen Maria Catalina** Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:48 am

"Oh, a greeting in your custom then? Adorable." She said in a laugh eyeing the female's retreat with her fiery orbs. Her tone matter of fact and simple, never lacking her confidence. Slowly turning her cranium, the brazen mistress set her sights upon Stefan, scanning his stature in a calm and observant nature. After a moment she halted her eyeing, wildfire eyes flicking up to bore into his as she decided to indeed inquire further about his character, a charming male he certainty is. "Stefan, hm? You seem to have journeyed into the correct region if you seek a pack. You are correct, we are of Vimur, a pack of prestigious warriors. What would you offer us in return for membership in la familia?" She asked politely in authoritativeness though not at all did she seem to patronize the new comer, a voice gentle towards the rogue who emerged from the shadows. Fresh blood was always promising and she was interested in how exactly the brute would respond.

law enforcer stefan Thu Mar 21, 2013 8:12 pm

A charming smile crosses the rouges ebony lips, his eyes never leaving the queens, " i could offer you the protection the pack needs, ive been an aggressive fight since i was a yearling, id always obey by your side m'lady" his sea blue orbs observe every feature of the petite sandstoned queen, tail to cranium, not a single weakness, of course stefan's not stubborn he's heard the ways of the pack, males dominate females, which means maria has to submit to the king, its a pity the fire in her eyes makes her look unstoppable, perfect.

As he lifts his large cranium and dips his head in a seductive manner the scar above the left ear is cleary observed, it was hard to miss. The woman was and looks capable of handling a few wolves who have misplaced there welcome. in a swift moment the brutes cranium turns to meet the other fae, who as it seems was about to give the king what he wanted. " the names, stefan, has been searching for a pack for a good few month's, one that looks respected, worthy, and this is it if you'd give me a chance" the gaze then swifts back to maria, his deep alluring voice projected towards her "m'lady, ill prove myself worthy." The man was like ashes, a male of death. The man was a darkened angel, a mascaline beauty wanting more, to be more wild, which made him what he is.

Dame Raine Décès Thu Mar 21, 2013 11:46 pm

She grinned slightly "Wonderful name, Stefan." She places her long elegant limbs before her and struts around him again, wrapping her tail around his body as she does. As she nears the other side she flicks her tail up, the colored tips shining in the moonlight, she lets drift down like a feather falling. She grins and pads over to the entrance of the den, she sits, paws even to her hind ones, her long tail laying over them. She observes her surroundings, the trees blowing slightly in the wind, the background of the moon and dark sky lining them perfectly. She turns her gaze lower, a small birds nest and a smaller bird resting inside. She looks down a bit more, the brambles and bushes sticking out into the path, like arms sticking from hells gate. She smirks and turns her bi-colored gaze around, observing everything. The smallest creature and plant, nothing going un noticed. She flicks her tipped ears slightly, the wind blowing threw the thick hair surrounding her ear, the wind blowing broken and bruised twigs around slightly, though she heard it all. She imagines the heatbeats of the wolves around her, the Queen, King and Stefan. She crinkles her nose slightly and the scent of wet grass fills her nostrils, where slight snow fell and melted. Other readying for the morning dew that would be upon them soon, she turns her bi colored gaze to the entrance of the den, waiting.

law enforcer stefan Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:04 pm

the brute nods once to the fae's question, still waiting for the queen's acceptance, the snow that lays upon his ashed fur almost makes him look peaceful, unharmful. stefan shakes of the little droplets that lay upon his frame the outcome making his fur look more buffed, his ebony lips part and due to cold weather a trype of steam comes out,his icy blue orbs search for an answer from the mistress as he walks up to her, his cranium lays inches away from hers the tension building, its like it was only them in the spotlight until interupted. The rouge backs away his tail effortlessly swinging side to side, every muscle in his frame tense, the bitter chill doesnt affect him as its become anume to him, his huge paws thud on the ground as they move making a little trail before he sits a meter away from the mistess, her answer will be his future. The gesture on stefans face is emotionless, as dull as a statue.

**Queen Maria Catalina** Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:19 pm

"You seem well enough. I like your attitude. We could use another Law Enforcer within our ranks, keep the subordinates in line and maintain order. I welcome you into Vimur, Stefan, though always stay on your toes and follow your duties. If there's a point in time where your loyalty is in question or you prove unworthy of Vimur you will find yourself in a very undesirable position. We weed the weak from our ranks on a regular basis and I do hope you don't find yourself one of them." She said softly in her high octave, voluminous tail swiping behind her once as her fiery gaze eyed the male. Sturdy and fit, the exact body type Vimur needed. Fresh blood within the ranks to strengthen them, to slay any that threaten their King's rule. She felt the breeze of the Channel behind her, the funnel that would lead her straight into Vimur's depths once more and back to her throne beside her mate. She would indeed return soon.

law enforcer stefan Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:36 pm

the woman's high octive runs through the male's lobes, she spoke wise, as she walked of to her mate stefan see's her loyalty nd gives a warm smile directed to her, she was lovely, as the brute stands to full height once again he's one of the tallest in the little gathering, his broad chest stays firm as he walks with ease, the man was thankful of the queen. " the pleasures all mine, m'lady" as he turns his cranium to meet her orbs he gives a a nod to his large cranium before walking of into the shadows, the darkness that consumes the brute makes him invisible, the living ghost.

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