Harsh Weather; Harsh Trainning; This Nightmare Unfolds

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:06 pm

The cold breaths of the gods whisked the lightly hued sky to a new hue that spoke of mysteries and dangers abroad. Deep, mauve sky was slowly filled with iridescent stars, clouds long twisted into separate strands that parted to make way for the glory of the clear, cold night. Deep sanguine eyes glowing in the dark like a pair of seductive coals, chilly gaze giving their confident answer to the challenge of survival that was thrown to him by the season of winter itself, the near alabaster giant lay comfortably on the ground, masculine head held above his massive paws crudely splayed in front of him.

The night was very still, and he was alone. The forest that expanded around him was filled with little creatures that sought not to disturb the giant, and a good thing they did not. Amidst this almost unsettling quiet and peace, Ksiezyc found himself reflecting on his life in this land. Thus far, he had done well in terms of prey. He was well fed, as shown in his luscious winter coat and strong muscles. He had preyed on weaker creatures and had even thrown his weight around, acting out his displeasure on those with whom he could not see eye to eye with. Which was, of course, nearly everyone. With a chortle and a huff at this thought, the self-righteous creature smiled, corners of his mouth turning up into a suave smile. He was a man of chaos, a ruler in his own right. In this he was immensely pleased.

Thick wisps of vapour left the brute's cranium as he breathed in and out, his eyes now trained upon the curious wisps that danced before evaporating into nothingness. Lost in his thoughts, Ksiezyc subconsciously loosened his muscles and let his stiffly clenched jaws slacken, magenta eyes doubling in their icy glaze. "Is é an oíche fós......" The night is still......" the brute murmured into an unknown language for most of the wolves, to no one in particular.

**Basilissa Poppy Aculuv** Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:44 pm

the ballte dancer dances with the elegance-limbs fold over and over again flexing their unique feminine design clear structure of muscle is reveals showing the maidens accuracy of power yet seductive nature. curiously she spots the king eyes luring on to his sanguine texture her forest bedding with the touch of neon tonne green coated eyes blaze making a slight blue under the coating of her thin eye lid- the pallet ruffles like a flowing tree clashing onto one another to detail the straightness is shown allowing her shine glow to give a milky chocolate desire.- the proud maiden lowers her perfectly structure cranium just under her chest allowing her pointed ears to be placed a delicate touch upon her cranium showing the mighty king truthful loyalty and acceptance of his dominance of course no other male would get this desire s many have tried to posses she flutters her eye lashes along the wet shining coating of her deep see green eyes making them flaunt a slight distraction she rise to stand in a seductive pose hips on a slight angle with the tail that hags loosely behind her plat formal hips slightly sways side bye side allowing the fine hairs to flutter like a butterfly wings like the rest of her body does her angel like petite frame is shown whilst her snout is pointed upwards to the king letting him no she would desire training slightly she tenses her muscles that are hidden along the deli cite dancing bones ready to dodge or attack playfully in a structured training manner that would be needed yet here deep brown lips stay shut against the delicate maw as it seems she waits for the king to address her first letting her seductive exotic body language do all the word. as her English is understanding yet with a strong accent is used meaning her Russian tone would be noticed when the time comes to unfold her speech

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:53 pm

A deep-seated pride was welling up within Ksiezyc's mind as he observed the rogue movements, and drank in her favour even as she seemed to cling to him for some sort of assurance and protection. Magenta hues were mesmerized by the woman's beauty, her slender curves luring Ksiezyc to run his cranium over them and soothe her luscious fur. Her movements which would have sent the man sneering and dismissing was made digestible by the woman this wintery night, something of a rare occurrence, and he knew not what had overtaken him. Be it a lust for sweet flesh which he had denied himself off since his family had split off, or the flirtatious manner of the other, so beautiful yet dangerous at the same time, her feminine, kind mannerisms had sunk into his own royal blood as well and he yearned to be one with her and spill her blood as he made her one of his prized possessions. But such intent was still far from the brute's mind, for he had yet to truly rise to be a king, this distant yearning stirring within his bones with a stronger pulse everyday. For now, he would smile cruelly and possessively at the femme fatale, her compliance thus far an added incentive for him to board her. His eyes betrayed no surprise, but softened just a little as a pleasant warmth curled through his finest hairs right at the moment that she sways her hips side by side. The slightest provocation had wormed a way through his cold exterior, allowing him to savour her sweet, womanly presence. She got up, making sure that he could see her flaunting figure, dancing just beyond his paws. The Konge knew what the woman was up to, but two could play at the game, and as long as he had an intelligent mind on him, he too, would follow suit, dancing sensually with her, and daring to inflict scars of dominance on her untouched pelt if she would dare to retaliate. Such soft, charred pelt of the purest beauty. The vision danced in front of him, and he could almost feel the softness of her neck in his jaws, his control over her as his belonging, his woman, perhaps out of many women, to control, to tease, to mark out as his own.

This time shifting his attention to her he would move two steps towards her and their craniums where only inches away, allowing his ivorys to cross tenderly along her side down her hip sending her a phantom feelings of shivers along her spine as he spoke in his baritone german accent. "But you, beautiful lady, 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 jaws in mock harassment. Oh yes, he was enjoying this, the delicate albino 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.

**Basilissa Poppy Aculuv** Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:08 pm

the female shivers at the touch of his molten rock like pelt brushing along hers he has a mate i am not a whore i reject him with very very delicate touches lancing her fiances on his bottom haunce away from his but applying a tender lick on his masculine en roughed cheek the touch of her tongue was like a butterfly wings flapping n skin it was delicate and exotic she smiles warmly at him very pretty and beautiful her moves was to be cautious she flaunts her tongue around the touching of her darn marroon coated lips the texture of plump is optics as her tongue prowls in a soft teenage voice ' im sorry king i came to train not to share body's i shall respect mine now for a future partner i am not to be bashes and then nash i am to be dined and wined as you have a mate i respect her feelings and would never seduce a man knowing he has making a vow to another fea am i correct?' her salmon tone tongue causes the illusion a strong Russian accent applied yet it was not bitter and spiteful like the stereotype it was soft and gentle like a angels kiss. the win kisses along her pelt making t ripple delicately and slow as her beautiful frame highlights unless the male would be such a grouch to rape he would not share body's with the female ever Evan though he was a king my body was used enough bye her father. the maiden places a tea cup paw sliding along the ground towards him close with in inches the slow moves teases chemistry she does not mean to flirt it was simple nature that was a horrible bitching cures she gazes direct in his eye their rounded ebony pupil enhances making her optics forest coat blossom a fresh mossy green beautifully erect ears wait in reply for the masters reply. obviously he was not use to rejection judging bye his impulsive yet exotic body language.

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 7:18 pm

But these feelings were that of lust, for he truly knew not this rogue was made of, only subconsciously aware of her smart, whimsical, insidious ways. As she expressed her disagremment to seek shelter with him, Ksiezyc got up with one powerful movement, his own bulk clearly juxtaposed beside her own slender one. No, he held no love for her, not just yet, but he yearned to control her and protect this beauty from others.

He moved first, acutely aware of the sensual woman 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 not chosen to his power and protection. "M'dear lady, you understood me wrong. I do not seek your body. But shelter. Since you showed your submissive manners and loyality towards me I considered you want to join Vimur, am I correct? If so, my duty is to protect each and every wold withing those lands, and since you are not built for such situations, the winter will take you down. Would you now come, m'dear?" his allureing bartitones ring through her ear lobes like a lullaby. 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 bear, but had since been left unused. The cave was airy, and a perfect shelter from the outside, comfortable enough to house two 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. Huge puffs of breaths left his cranium as the gigantic beast inhaled deeply, each breath creating a deep, raspy sound that echoed within the grey area.

Knight Timber Lundam Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:19 pm

I pad after him, I lower my head and sit before him, what was going on? "King, is this training?" I cock my head slightly. I narrow my eyes and pin my ears slightly at this new fae I had never seen nore smelt. I growl slightly and look at the King, he was talking with her so it must have been ok. I look around, the trees riddled with snow, my large paws sinking into the snow making perfect indents. I lift my head and look at the King, I had no idea what was going on but I was sure I would find out soon. I feel a shiver go up my spine, the course hair along my spine standing as the shiver goes up. I look around for any other wolves, just us and the un known fae. I watch her closely, I look at the King and wait for a reply.

**Basilissa Poppy Aculuv** Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:28 pm

i lower my feminine crowned cranium along my seek slender nape with the coating of a blanketed sheet of a brown Duvalier she says in a soft lullaby voice as smooth as beaten rocks over millions of years rounded to a soft edge like her genes make to accurate perfection she was the master pup of her birth pack she says softly in this tone of a Russian maiden strong lack of bitterness applicable as i would still like to desire your packs members understanding us all' the maidens tone so ' m'dear i am sorry i am wanting to make my own pack with in our clan i thank you for the offer but if i am successful i would admire such a Delibes touch of your alliance so our members can wander your lands and loyalty for one another would be applied?' one another land with responds like it was in a business meaning she keeps in eye contact as she would love to be in his pack but simply has the perfect capabilities of leadership she must for fill the maiden places a piston along the ground like a ballet dances she prowls around him circling him like it was authoritativeness actions yet respected she did not want to seem weak as she looked when she wasn't bye far only a fool judges a book bye its looks. her pistons grape along the land allowing her tea cupped paws to pat along the bedding sounding like it was a gentle touch of a angel the suns beam teases her derma kissing it causing its shine in a more toffee tone showing a rare genetic trait so many would desire to have running in their blood line. the maiden prowls in a intoxication yet elegant seductive exotic motion slow with movements of a leaders nature of like it was intended but simply applied if she was successful of her pack the only thing she would desire was a mate she thinks to herself whilst luring around the male waitining for a reply.

Konge Ksieżyc Śmierć Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:52 pm

Sitting atop his majestic throne, Ksiezyc would revert to a passive-aggressive state and morph into an icy, comatose stone as he thought of training Timber. A stern, warning look would be given towards the woman as she spoke her word, "We'll see what you're capable of makeing. We'll meet at the borders when you're pack will be strong, m'lady." his german baritone accent would fall towards them as he give a dismissival flick of his ear towards the woman, shifting his rohocosite optics towards Timber. Getting up, magenta hues would stare off into the distance, irritance growing deep within his stomach at the presence of this supposed new Queen yet he didn't let it show. Ear would flicker distractedly, subtly, but apart from this. Once the woman was gone, attention was once more upon Timber and he allowed a pause before he replied, deep hues showing an icy resolve and determination that gave hint of the fiery spirit that lay entrapped within his soul. "Your training, will begin." He finished his words, magenta hues staring at Timber.

Knight Timber Lundam Wed Mar 20, 2013 9:04 pm

I watch the Fae leave, I look back at the King, watching him my eyes watching his every move, they move as he does. I wag my tail slightly as he says it "I assume I won't be the only one?" I cock my head slightly and look around. The snow coating my paws as the walls begin to fall onto them. I lift them up and shake the snow off, placing them back down, my pads grow cold and I move my paws around, trying to warm them. I look around, snow falling onto my pelt and my nose, I lick my nose and watch the King again. "What exactly will this training include?" I cock my head slightly, my head now even with my shoulders. I flick my ears as the snow trickles along them, I return them to the full upright position as I wait.
I hope I would be ready for this, I didn't know what it was about but I was excited, though I didn't know if I was ready, only time would tell.

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