Isabella
Pack Wolf
but if i touch you, can you feel me?
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Post by Isabella on Apr 24, 2013 16:38:52 GMT -5
Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. Breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night—relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. Touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. The water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. Washing the blood and the bruises — her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery — rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist and hotly, rising vapour. Isabella gazes into the depths of her reflection, its ghastly image chilling; enticing - a pale, sultry silhouette, accented in lusty curvaceousness and heavenly demise. the violent currents, as they embraced, gripping her waist in a tight vice of aching need. Shivered, as her womanly body writhes in pain and pleasure. Sadistic ecstasy. Her self-destruction mirrored in the fear, the primal voracity that smoldered malignantly within her cruel, and seductive gaze. She accepts her suffering, basking in the torment, the inexplicable, rancid pain. Feeling her heart lose its fragile mortality; shedding its sweet, humane bereavement in lieu of the bloodthirsty and the divine. Apathetic and merciless, she were disassociated with her surroundings. her eyes swallowing miles of unrelenting blackness. its shadowed vestige, tangling as fists woven into the wet tendrils of her soft, silken hair. The smoothness of her figure, lush and glossing, hugged by suffocating walls of thick darkness. before finally she draws forward, seethes in a bewitching and elegant gesture; leaving her watery realm, with a feral hiss. Entering the damp caverns below; the tide, ebbing at her delicate heels. a whisper and catatonic scream—and her past fades, drifting slowly before her eyes. The sanguine grasses would peak above the crusts of the earths, seeking life, nurishment. Those who do not fear have nothing to loose, those with nothing to loose, have the whole oppurtinity of being ahead of the game. Limbs would tense edges away from the borders,awaiting for someone or thing to comfront her. To gaze into her heavenly orbs and wonder. Where all sorts of desires would quickly roam the body, making a male seek satisfaction of a temptress. Isabella is many things, and soon, she'll become your thing.Your meaning.Your life. Maybe your worst kept secret, or your guilty pleasure. Any would satisfy this woman. Sweet cooes would trail out of isabellas forbidden blood kissed lips, A sign of her arrival, a melody to tickle the fine ears in your lobes like honey.So sweet. Doll like feature, repelling the atmospherical appearance, yet an appealing one. Thick lashes would flutter against her voids. The scents of passing rogues and pack members filling her flares. As if The memorys came with it. The long reptalic tail would trail down her backside like a waterfall, so beautiful as it moves. It would sweep twice on the ground, slithering for more satisfaction.
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Apprentice Kyra
Pack Wolf
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Rank: Beta Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Kyra on Apr 24, 2013 21:12:07 GMT -5
Kyra had jumped when her mentor had growled not at her but what she had said. That right there told her he had some background whether it was him or a sibling he may have that she didn't know she knew that he wasn't very happy. The way his fire orange eyes filled with pain suggested it was a family member. Standing as he had asked her to do she took a step forward in a friendly attempt to comfort her new mentor. She gave him a smile of pain when he said that they would over come this fear together. It made her feel like someone, she hasn't felt like someone since the night it all happened. No since then she has felt like nothing more than a beautiful shell, with nothing on the inside. The reasons being she felt sick and hurt. mainly because her family was gone... every single one of them, the thought made her want to cry but she didn't she wanted to be strong for her new mentor. although Kyra was thinking about all this she still listened to him when he spoke nodding when he ask if being raped was the source of why she was now afraid of males. When he first said that it sickened him her ears pressed against her head not know if he meant that she was sick and disgusting for having a male enter her. Then he said things that made her realize he was talking about the wolves that have done this to her, to make her scarred for the remainder of her life. She was to young for all this but that wasn't much either of them could do about the past. When Mentor Fell had said he would kill him she couldn't help herself the tears came up making not so easy for her gorgeous ice blue eyes to see. Kyra rarely ever let her eyes rained in front of anyone. In her whole life the only one to her see this she-wolf cry was indeed her father. Kyra felt comforted by the fact he would kill someone that had hurt her so bad. When he turned away from her she let her tears go letting her salt filled tear trickled down her soft white cheeks onto the ground outside of the territory. Than Kyra's mentor began to walk away so indeed she followed him. Stepping into the territory she felt a re-birthing sensation. Her sadness did not go away although she felt like a new wolf. Her gaze kept low to the ground along with her fluffy white looking fox tail.
Thinking about the fact Mentor Fell had said he would kill "him" meaning the man whom rapped her, she just had to tell him that it wasn't a single male.
"They,"
Kyra said trying to keep her voice from cracking but even with the struggle not to it did. The scent of a female hit her noes as Mentor Fell said we had to go to a different section of the boarder. Kyra now just followed her mentor.
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Beta Fell
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Rank: Beta
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Post by Beta Fell on Apr 24, 2013 23:26:23 GMT -5
You got your high brow...
Without question, his apprentice had followed orders and soon her steps flowed with his in a calming, rhythmic melody. Though his ebony ears were erect and flooding with potential sounds amongst them, the brute still found himself drowning in past memories. It was difficult, once the switch was turned on, to silence the buzzing in his head which, to Fell, was only comparable to a wild nest of honey bees; though instead of a hive in tree canopies the bees instead took refuge in his raw skull. 'Let this she-wolf become apparent soon so I may be given a pure distraction my aggravating thoughts.' A silent prayer was sent as the she-wolf's aroma grew heavier in the air. And, with heavenly powers heading his plea, the intruder was found. Free and angelic did the stranger stand amongst their pack lands, her boldness beyond compare and confidence radiating almost visibility. To an ignorant male who thought entirely with his loins and instinctive reactions, the female would have been desirable and would have been rightfully pursued in an instant. But, to her disadvantage, Fell only had a brief moment of approving her features before he glaceed over to his solemn self, getting down to business with mere minutes, "Greetings. Tell me, intruder, before we begin our conversing, are you of Bantu's forces or are indeed and truthfully a rogue? Forgive my bold tongue but with features as yours it would not surprise me if you were Bantu's temptress, used to woo males into uncovering dire information, but, as I said, forgive me for my bold accusation."
Averting attention to the youngest in their company, amber hues evaluated the apprentice's reaction to the stranger, allowing her to speak if she thought necessary, his voice remaining the same firm, deep rumble as before, "Step closer, you may introduce yourself if you wish or hold back until I see it fit our names are delivered."Focusing entirely on the rogue now, the Beta neared her though keeping some feet distance between them out of formalities and precautions, the small bundles of Hell fire in which he called eyes roaming over her figure to determine her build and the skills, also flaws, which came with such structure. The Earth's balance around the she-wolf felt entirely lop-sided, for something was just not right, pure, about her. What she of Bantu as he assumed, truly an angelic temptress only alive to cause harm and leave mental scars in her wake? A harsh glare became the tyrant-appearing brute, a deep rumble of internal conflict only heightened his fearsome aura. Blinking away the growl and letting his muscles ease, he went to speak again but silently shot down the decision, allowing his muzzle to clamp shut as his words vanished like morning mist before they even begun, allowing the intruder to respond to all that had been said as of yet.
Shoes on your feet...
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Isabella
Pack Wolf
but if i touch you, can you feel me?
Posts: 11
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Post by Isabella on Apr 25, 2013 11:24:59 GMT -5
"you, m'dearest beast,clever inside and out i presume, but to answer your questions i am indeed and utterly a rouge, yes. My fine features do tempt the others for.. something more, Not only am i a pretty picture like most, im also a clever thinker. Never test the minds of another. Though i am a temptress, and will let the males tell me what they wish, even if it is dire information. Everything happens for a reason.I do have respects for myselfs, and i will certainly not be known as the roaming slut. More as a repsectable mortal." whispering in frantic delight, pulsing over the male with a rush of excitment, thrill.The words was born from parted maw without the hesitation of a skeptic's disposition. Too easily she breathed, as she came closer til at last she stood before the charred man with but a hair's length of berth to part them. In favor of this, her mind was closed in effect releasing her from the burden of pressure against her skull, still haveing the same pain from the previous voices that were blabbering into her head. It was not instant relief, yet as she breathed she felt the pain. She a nemesis, sentinel, a sanctified angel of wrath, the lady cultivates death with such tender affection - savage by nature though impeccably poised in manner. She is sly - the woman who feigns a composition of ice, the truth of her nature veiled and diluted by a misty haze; writhing in a unkind dance around her, tainted with a very true breath of instability. The origins are of an infernal origin though, it is not the cold shroud of some unfeeling hoarfrost composition. But she hides it so well, with such aristocratic composure, broken only by the occasional outburst to mar pristine posturing. " Im isabella, has been a rouge for almost a year, suvived the harsh winters and a blood bath.And i apear to you, on this fine day, for acceptance." Her purr may be curdled with the heat of such a gentle disdain it might pass as concern, an impassive tilt of the head could be the start of jaws closing around your neck. She is religious, and stalwart, knowing a gift from the old gods when it has been given. The noon is a confinement, a mild seclusion from truly interfering with the world of the living, one welcomed by the solitary canine. She may not know birdsong or sunrise, nor the brilliant explosion as a phoenix sun rises from the ashes of dusk, such beauties and tenderness' repulse her, long since renounced.
Strong hues would then inspect the other womans features, postures, weaknesses. A smile would carve upon the mysterious womans face, The booming heart on her domed ribcage almost meeting, coliding. As if a corset was perminantly placed, isabellas figure was desireable. The winds would trace the fine feautures and erode elsewhere. It was then, the pale woman would back up, observing the two closely, awaiting answers. Both have different capabilites, builds. But one was clearly more muscular, charming even.
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Apprentice Kyra
Pack Wolf
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Relationship: None
Rank: Beta Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Kyra on Apr 25, 2013 17:30:05 GMT -5
Kyra looked at the she-wolf, she was very pretty. Almost flawless, which in a sense wasn't even possible. Well at least not in reality. Seeing how this was indeed reality she knew that this she-wolf must have some flaws whether is emotional, physical, or mental Kyra was soon going to find out one way or another. Not that is mattered to her so much, but it was critical for the safety of this pack and all the pack members alike. Mentor Fell began to speak but it wasn't to her, no it was to this female. So either he didn't hear what she had said or he was ignoring what she had said so he didn't get any more angry than her already is. Mentor Fell said that if she wanted to she could introduce herself she could. Thinking about it she sat down folding her snow white fluffy tail over her front paws. Indeed Kyra would but for now she wouldn't letting this she-wolf state her claim just in case she was indeed part of some evil rogue pack. Seeing the things the way Kyra did it didn't seem to far fetch for her to be a spy of some sort. Kyra watched as she looked both her and Mentor Fell down just like Kyra had done when she had stumbled upon the boarder of the territory at hand. Listening to when she spoke she could tell something but not sure what it was, maybe a pain that she was trying to hide from others maybe even herself. Kyra also thought that was why this wolf seemed a little cocky. Saying she knew that her body was that perfect that her body lured males of all kinds in to just spit them out. It was clever non the less but harsh. Teasing a male acting as if they could be her mate or that they shall receive something that their not remotely going to get. Kyra was glad that her Mentor had restraint and wasn't one to drool over a pretty lass such as the one before them. Then she heard that this lasses name was non the less but Isabella which was on of her younger sisters names. It sparked something in her thinking that maybe her sister had lived but looking closely should tell this lass was indeed older than herself. Her body sank a bit in disappointment but not enough to bring attention to herself. Hearing that this lass had also lived through a blood bath sparked some memories like being rapped by males as the took turns and having to watch her two younger sisters brutally murdered as she had to watch from the side lines sad and helpless. To this day it tore her heart apart when she thinks about the promise that she had made to her mother about keeping her sisters alive, yet watched them die right in front of her eyes. With these thought her heart tore a bit more. Even with all the thought that ran through her head she kept a calm soft expression on her face. This lass wanted acceptance such as she did when Kyra had came. The more she found out about this lass they seem a bit alike other than she didn't find herself beautiful especially since she had a big infection going over her muzzle.
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Beta Fell
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Post by Beta Fell on Apr 25, 2013 20:30:02 GMT -5
And you were them around...
"Well, worry not, temptress - you will not see no want reflected in these amber hues nor earn any dire information from your endless pigeon-like coos. Maintain respect for yourself, as you've said, and others and I'll allow your foolish and degrading facade upon others of my gender to pass, for in the end, it's their own ignorance to fall your spells." Their proximity, brought upon by the bold angel, created tension from the towering Beta in the beginning but when he spoke the closeness never wavered his words in the slightest. How did this stranger feel, meeting a male whom did not falter in the least at her weaving air of temptation? An ebony paw of gigantic proportion hesitantly went to retreat but its journeyed was ended short as the company's breath fell upon his face. Though in reality her breathing was nothing too obscure, its ragged edges were translucent as it escaped her ivory muzzle. The already narrowed slits became even more fixated upon her, mind more intrigued at to what made the succubus tick. But as thoughts swirled, possible questions of concern threatening to release, that same raven limb extended the distance between them so return to the matter at hand.
Even in his previous pack, Fell had met she-wolves of similar tempting proportion but even now he was bothered with her presence. Comparable to venomous spiders, to say the least, these wolves of deception would, cautiously yet expertly, intertwine about their helpless, unknowing victim with invisible threads of death until, finally, when the victim was completely entranced and ignorant to what lie ahead, their dual fangs would dig into their tender heart and extract all innocence and life - leaving behind a scarred figure for life, no longer having faith in companionship or hardly any intimacy at all. Had the brute no respect for such canine succubus specimen, he would have, perhaps, been possessed to end silence her scheming heart, but instead he found playing her games to be, for the time being, a meaning of entertainment and utterly distracting of previous thoughts. "Isabella is it?" Fell's deep, masculine cackle echoed harshly amongst them, "Do you realize, madame, your name means devoted to God or God's promise and yet your ways are nothing to be praised by God in the merest way? Or has God not been kind to you in the past and now you punish him indirectly, using his heavenly gifts of physical lust to derail faithful brutes?"
Feeling his rude levels rise though not meaning to insult her, instead revealing simply evaluations, Fell let out a mix of a sharp snarl and bark to gain his apprentice's attention, head not dare turning from the suspect in case she so brazenly attack. Turning to meet the ice shaded eyes of the two year old, the deep rumble again arose from the shadowed muzzle, "Before we continue, to evaluate your skills and level of trust, I am Beta Fell and this ivory she-wolf here is my apprentice, you may freely introduce yourself now to Isabella." Fell delivered the command, though it may have sounded like a request, with an attempted layer of kindness as not to frighten Kyra further. In silence, the Beta could sense his apprentice was feeling self-conscious about her muzzle wound, her tongue raking across its raw surface once more. Drawing nearer to her form, his maw fled to her ear, voice soft and surprisingly gentle and low so their company could not detect the statement, "Kyra, do not feel self-conscious do to your wound. Consider it a mark of strength, that you survived - nothing less and surely more. It does not lessen your own physical looks and even with a such a wound you appear more pure than this temptress. Now, deliver your name and let us get this foolish interaction over with."
Like they ain't shit...
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Isabella
Pack Wolf
but if i touch you, can you feel me?
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Post by Isabella on Apr 26, 2013 11:54:39 GMT -5
The names isabella, not temptress. Also saying another mortal is purer then another is simply wrong. Not only is it unfair on the other but what gets to me is that you dont know me well enough to judge. Now, did i specifically say that ive slept with many making me unpure? Hisses would linger in th liquidised air, Her sulty Europian accent drifting in the lobes. The tiara would tilt towards the mistress, she was young, very young actually.But could indeed be a useful creature,especially to the brute. Her self confidance was so low, it was shown all over her pretty little face. The pale womans cranium would dip down almost touching he hard earth with the long narrowed muzzle, performing a respectable bow. "i am no witch, so i can cast no such spell, i do not simply allure any random male, as i havent done in a while, But you sir, are different, no emotions would remain on such a face, No mask covering up your inquisitive mind, and a woman that is truly falling for you,laid right before your eyes. now dont you have it all?" The fiery gaze would shift between the two, Isabellas soul almost pure, if it hadnt been for such ghastly events.Intwiddled like a riddle, the woman would have to sort if to remain in the game, but was this brute before her eyes a player, or observer? " i am aware of the meaning of my name, and have indeed devoted to the god's promises for sometime,but no being can be perfect, and remain to the gods promise forever, and one day he will forgive my sins. as i stated before, one can not just simply judge by first appearance, more for there personality. Whish takes patience to fully figure it out." A furrow brow would raise in interest of what he spoke, his rank especially. Reptalic tail would sweep the floor with graze before thinking, though knowing her chances are slim, but not impossible. "I know the ways of a pack, and i find the rank beta extremly interesting. There job,power, everything, dont you share the passion?" As she spoke, honey tones would continue to seep inside the lobes of another, tingling there inner sides wth sweet satisfaction. Isabella had many flaws, but she simply over powers them as if they where ghosts. Twin pools would glance at them both with deep concentration, wondering if he felt the passion the female beside him felt, or was he waiting waiting for the perfect connection from a special someone.
too much lay undisclosed for the ever so mystical siren, too many questions postponed if only for the emptiness of the confinement these new bones of hers had come to give her as a gift: these newfound rules written in her own blood, this new necessity for silence to overcome her when indomitable fury would have always taken away all pain. the memory of many mysteries still screeched within the innards of her brain, all questions once written in solitude now hushed away if only to maintain this tranquillity that had, at last, come to the her arms. there was a time when all days had been drowned in scepticism, when the siren's sheer existence would bathe in the blackened waters of sheer chaos, and such lack of understanding would drill, drill down her very bone. pain would be the flesh to eat, and frenzy would be the embellishment of her very soul, as in silence she would seek the presence of those the odds had dare take from her. but no more. now by the side of the only one she had come to find, it would seem like the pain would be washed away, her mind growing clearer, crystalline the ideals, with each summoning of these aptitudes that still so unknown were to her. in awe the banshee had once come to observe the reality of such paranormal situation, the very claws of her once so mundane companion bending the ear beneath their sharpened form, clawing at the hardened soil like knives carve the flesh of the wounded. it seemed impossible, implausible, and yet so real it was she could not dare to doubt her sight for one last time. and with each passing day the femme had come to observe more, such gelid gaze she had.
The one thing she desires most she will most likely fail to achivieve.love, love to a special someone and the love given back. But now isabella beusons felt different, this male succesfully resisted her intrueging temptations, and therefor would lay a mark on her pulsing heart, the booming shudders. The beta was quite something, and his apprentice, She has a story waiting to be told, the pale woman would see it, sense it.
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Apprentice Kyra
Pack Wolf
Posts: 18
Relationship: None
Rank: Beta Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Kyra on Apr 26, 2013 14:52:33 GMT -5
Kyra jumped when her mentor Fell had snarled at barked. At first when Mentor Fell had put his muzzle to her ear she froze afraid that he was going to take a bite out of not that it hasn't already been done. The ear he had whispered into has a nasty infection from were one of the males took a bite out of her because Kyra wouldn't sit still so that he could mate with her. Listening to what Mentor Fell said she put her tongue back into her mouth. She was now more afraid then when she had gotten here but she kept her face calm and relaxed not wanting the lass in front of them to notice her fear. Kyra didn't like stranger knowing that she was weak it aggravated her to know end. Especially this lass because of her ways that she thought things where or maybe she just didn't understand what she was doing, but to Kyra that was preposterous. The lass had to be at least three meaning she should know that differences from right and wrong. Her jaw clenched at the thought of all of this. To Kyra this lass was no more than a snake and should be left in the forest as a rogue. Especially with the ways she was trying to tease her Mentor, while yes she was scared of him she could feel that they had some kind of connection that had already started to form. She had one more reason for being frustrated with the lass but she wasn't even going to think it cause she already knew it would never happen and if it did it wouldn't happen cause he felt something back, no he was to strong to feel emotions such as these. The tip of her snow white tail began to twitch in agitation as she looked at the lass the purple hues starting to bug her. But she didn't let any of it show, maybe her tail did but she wasn't going to hid her tail. Feeling her stomach about to growl again she spoke
"My name is Kyra,"
Kyra said in her soft whisper of a voice. To some it frustrated cause it was either to soft or to tempting to find out what she was all about, but although she knew some males loved her voice she would never admit it and definitely wouldn't use it against a male. She had reason for that one being their hormones or always fluctuating. Her thoughts of all this and and her past where combining. Her head was spinning and she couldn't wait for this to be over. She knew this was what she was going to end up doing when she became a Beta one day. She sighed just wanting to get this over sooner then later. Listening to her voice and they way she eyed Kyra's Mentor she knew that this she-wolf had a thing for him and was trying harder then aver to get on his good side but this lass was no match for Mentor Fell he was to.... intelligent. He didn't know her nor her background only what she said witch wasn't much to be quite honest. Then when this lass stated she found an interest in the Beta position she kept her face calm and her anger to herself. Kyra didn't believe this lass could have what it takes, she was well to cocky for her own fur. That and we didn't need pack members drooling over a lass, it could start fighting among the pack members. It could also take away from what the male pack members should be doing, like instead of patrolling they might be patrolling but this lass not the boarders. Kyra wasn't thrilled one but she wanted this over and she would say another word to make sure she didn't say anything to upset either of them.
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Beta Fell
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Post by Beta Fell on Apr 26, 2013 18:03:59 GMT -5
But what you don't know the way that you look...
"Life is unfair, learn to deal with it." Fell found himself replying in a bored tone, his eyes falling lazily upon her figure as she spoke. Ever so slowly the fae bowed, condescending in his eyes, like an elegant swan folding to the tyrant of the forest. A deep rumble formed in his throat, his head inclining upwards to allow the intruder to stand, not comfortable with her sudden submission. The Beta didn't acquire anyone to show submissive gestures to know he was the higher up in their situation, therefor he would not allow such behavior. Had Isabella been aggressive or truly caused harm non-directly, then,yes, he would have accepted the notion, however, for now, she was presenting a balanced level and needed only show respect with her choice of words and tone.
Allegro's possible scolding in reaction to his potential replay resulted in replacing his almost words with a abysmal chuckle. No matter her opinion, though she held no actually abnormal abilities, Isabella would always faintly resemble a witch to his knowing eyes. Then, suddenly, and briefly, she brought him into the conversation, something Fell did not appreciate. "My inquisitive mind? Label it what you wish I suppose. Correction is in order for none here haven fallen for me. In the past some she-wolves have found my physical features, perhaps, overall pleasing but I never lead them on, such as some around here, nor returned their affections. Unlike you, I have no time to dwell in such useless activities of affection and should the time ever come I need to find a partner, I will chose upon genes and abilities." The short monologue had been repeated to others in his brief past on numerous occasions, the ebony tyrant's views upon affection sniping any remaining interest, even the most stubborn of admirers eventually giving up on their unreachable goal - The Beta only hoped it would have the same affect upon the aggravating temptress. At her words on forgiveness, the Beta let out another chuckle of pure amusement, "Ha - if he forgives your sins then perhaps there is hope he shall forgive my own, but I highly doubt such will happen."
When Fell had mentiioned his rank, he made a mental note of how her face lit up with interest, her next words baffling him., "I am only interested in my duties, not the power I hold. It's my job for the pack, nothing more and nothing less. Even if I were a lower rank I'd still be as dedicated as now." Glancing to Kyra after she spoke, his temple nodded in approval. Pleased with her introduction and seeing nothing else worth replying to at the moment, his voice returned solemn with no hint of a joking manner "Now, let's get to the topic of your skills. You are skilled in persuasion I see but in physical attributes, are you a fighter or hunter? There is a slim difference but enough to distinguish different rankings. And, unless you wish to keep it to yourself, you may reveal some of your past - if it persuades you, I'll give some details of my own, depending on what you share "
When your steps make that much noise...
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Isabella
Pack Wolf
but if i touch you, can you feel me?
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Post by Isabella on Apr 26, 2013 19:05:21 GMT -5
alone; a solitary, female predator—lush curves and toned porcelain flesh, her lithe bodice, seething; twisting, in its arachnid grace and sensuous power as it moved towards the charred man. it were wanderlust, wanderlust and infinite hunger, that accompanied isabella in her wild, esoteric affairs. she moved beneath the brisk chill of the evening, shadows rippling along the contours of her spine; sliding across her hips, tracing her slender legs in a shiver of promiscuous delight. her silhouette, glistening beneath the blackening darkness in its sultry endeavour; like a veil, caressing her curves in a mysterious glow. her eyes were hollow, soothing; void of empathy; soft, obsidian lashes fluttering above her smooth cheekbones, as she soaked in the immense scenery. "I see myself as both fighter and hunter, im a rouge afterall, how do you expect most of us to survive successfully and healthy for so long. Though i have small and petite figure, im strong,very strong infact. Mastering the arts of fighting,killing beasts much larger then I. Now hunting, hunting is a natrual thing in my being, the thrill of the kill as the blood would seep down the throat. I see my Physical sides even, mastering them both almost perfectly." the sweet deliverance. her words lingered, ghostly and bewitched—pallid and chilling would be her paws caressing the hard earth beneath the small tea cupped paws.as a sign of her patience and lucky charm.she moved, waiting beyond both of them. her heart was cold, and somewhere deep inside her soul, she craved remorse. she had been alone for far too long, and in her immortal awakening, the need for warmth, life, plagued at her reptilian conscious. and she would be resurrected—resurrected in the arms of the devil, or was it fate? Heavenly orbs would then gaze upon the female, chocolate coated delights reaching out, almost consuming her on the spot. " pleasure to meet you,kyra" A smile twisting itself upon the maw.A long, effortless sigh would release into the bitter surrounding, a wisp escaping the mysterious womans blood kissed lips, dancing there freedom before mysteriously disapearing.
Only a few moments went by, But that was all that was needed to regain full focus on the two before speaking about the past, though not all will be said due to the shame her father had set among her well being. "my past was some what normal, being born to the two alphas was a blessing, being heir to the thrown in a few years time, having the confidance and intellegance above my siblings. Though our bloodline was kept a secret, as the last thing we wanted was unwanted pups to the pack, outcasts. Our pack where called the beusons, reigning over the richest lands, our pack were feared by others. Until my mother found out about a dark secret kept for too long. It was then she killed everyone, my brothers,sisters,packmates.. and father. Then there was me, I escaped the bloodbath by a whisker suffering nothing more then a cut to the thigh. I was going to be crowned the alphess, but who'd need an alphess with no pack." though there was so much to tell, Isabella thought best to leave it out, as if it never happened to her very body, the cringy feeling that just made the skeletal spine shiver. " that is all, you may set a rank you consider me worthy of being." Whispers would silence the area, before drifting of elsewhere. Isabella was most often confidant, her structure always to the very best and never misplaced. But that wouldnt betaken into account, would it? The musky scent of the brute would overpower the pale womans sensetive flares, she'd wait for either two to answer,interested of whats to come. In hope for good news forthe first time in a year.
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Apprentice Kyra
Pack Wolf
Posts: 18
Relationship: None
Rank: Beta Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Kyra on Apr 26, 2013 20:08:48 GMT -5
[color-white]Kyra couldn't help her tantalizing laugh that made heads turn, this lass wasn't the only one with temptress powers mine wasn't my beauty but my voice held it all, only thing being I wouldn't use it against anyone not even the males whom rapped me. I chuckled from when Mentor Fell had said that life wasn't fair. That was more true than this suck-ish reality that they seemed to be in. Or was this all but a dream this lass coming here.
"Is this all but a sick twisted dream? Have I passed out from my hunger pains?"
Her thoughts of this all being a dream was cut short when she felt her hunger claw and her belly with in her plush silky shell she wore proudly. But not proud enough to disgust myself and other such as Mentor Fell.
Then it hit me what Mentor Fell ad said both approving of her greeting and that this brute would not mate unless there was specific genes and molecules involved. In some ways that bothered me. Like how would you want to mate with someone you do not feeling any feelings towards the wolf in his case the lass he where to mate with. To Kyra that seemed like using as well only mating with someone to make sure you got your pups of the right genes, not only was that selfish it was despicable. Keeping her face calm she shook her head in disappointment. Hearing the brute voice ask this arrogant lass what her skill set was she wonted to look at him and bark her tail off with many reason why his statement should have never left his tongue or have to been thought about in this matter. At first sight she was willing to give this pale lass the benefit of the doubt but when she thinks life should be fair, that such things as seduction was okay, and the fact that her lust for blood was fierce in her eyes it made the idea deceiving. Watching the lass try to seduce her Mentor again by twisting her body sensuously in front of him. Was this lass brain dead or down right stupid, could be both she assumed. It didn't seem far off seeing her ignorance. Mentor Fell had told her that her body has no effects on him but yet she is still trying so damn hard. It was almost mind boggling. Although her rage meter in her body was getting higher as this inconvenient talk kept escalating further and further. But besides all of her emotions that sprinted though her mind she kept a very smooth and calm face. This would be so much different drastically different at that if this lass would just give us all a break she is getting no where fast with her charm and seductive manner, being because Mentor Fell was to smart to play into this flaky lasses tricks and Kyra being not only intelligent but that fact she was also a she-wolf helped her side stay strong.
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Beta Fell
Co-Owner
Posts: 55
Relationship: None
Rank: Beta
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Post by Beta Fell on Apr 26, 2013 21:08:19 GMT -5
Shh - I got you all figured out....
"It is grand to be both but here we have two, separate rankings for hunters and fighters. You may, Isabella, choose between the ranking of Zet or Thet; Zet being what Kyra here is apprenticing for, a fighting position, while a Thet is a ranking focused more on hunting capabilities." A yawn rang amongst them, a light crimson tongue stretching out before rolling back into the brute's awaiting cavern. Though the notion seemed innocent enough, it was a silent decline of the lady's thrilling, seductive dance. Having quietly turned her down without use of verbal speech, still not affected by her temptation, the male was not comfortable with how she addressed his apprentice. In the end, her words were kind enough but the sneer hidden beneath her angelic features was detectable when looking for her trickery. Then she spoke of her history, a distraction from putting her in her place. "Another she-wolf from Alphess lineage?" Good news, you may find something to talk about and share with Apprentice Kyra." He meant no disrespect to Kyra and made sure to convey this silently but instead was teasing Isabella light-heartedly a snicker threatening to escape his maw. "As for the other intriguing details, I must honestly say I never heard of your pack but my condolences for their downfall and the loss of your family. Also your escaping with hardly a scratch must have been God's last belief in your purity, hoping you'd do something with his gift of precious life entirely worth his wild, hmm?"
Having leadership in her grasp, Fell felt no remorse for her loss and almost felt it best she was not an Alphess. But, whom was he to judge? Upon these borders the brute only had eyes upon a weaving spider of deceptions, he knew not what she was like beneath nor during daily pack life, and it that ignorance which assured him to pass her through. "Choose from the ranks I have described then lay a paw over the border line, Isabella, pack wolf." Fell then moved forward, too impatient to wait, like a beast lunging suddenly, until he came to her back side. A heavy breath grazed upon her ivory hips of perfection, malevolent laughter too quiet to be heard by their wolven ears silently falling upon her fur. Ebony jaws opened, canines seeming to threaten the fresh pack member's well being, but instead of an attack he let his maw shut and forehead butt her backside playfully, sending Isabella over the border line, hoping she kept her composure as the hit was rougher than intended. Eyes looking up to catch his apprentice's reaction to the possibly misinterpreted moment, a sly grin became the male as Isabella was not able to see him as he still stood boldly behind her. A flash of something unusual to the commonly solemn Beta was almost detectable as again another malevolent chuckle threatened to escape. Amber hues narrowed angrily as something inside beckoned to be released, whispering in hushed tones what glorifying things he could do to the helpless faes. 'Shut up, I shall not fall for your treachery.' At the brazen command, his head returned to its previous humming, the bees still at work, the voice of darkness no longer attempting to get into control.
You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen...
Actions | "Can you handle my words?" | 'Indulge in my thoughts but do not utilize.' | Let's jazz this up with some lyrics; top and bottom.
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Isabella
Pack Wolf
but if i touch you, can you feel me?
Posts: 11
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Post by Isabella on Apr 27, 2013 10:55:11 GMT -5
" id like to be the alpha's guard, but as thats not an option id rather be a zeta. Fighting is in my blood and ill make sure to stick by it. as best as i can." Surrounded by hisses the woman would move away from the brute, his playful manners almost calm, greeting. But isabella rarely plays. When this beta nudges the side of her backside sending her forwards Her large cranium would shoot back, The long ivory fangs snapping the air for just a moment. Long talons digging into the soiled earth before gently releasing. The long albino tail would remain firm, but still her focus remains on him. Though a small creature, Isabella's a great fighter. The muscles would hide behind the pale skin as they tense, the white rosed pelt rippling in the wind like waves. " who said it was my gods last belief in my purity?" The brutes words would colide in the air with hers, almost fighting against one another. But then Isabellas thoughts turned to the lass,kyra. Why did she despise her so? Strong hues would wonder in the silence. But after a few moments Strong limbs would reach over there borders, and then, just then she belonged to a pack. And if anyone tried anything to humiliate her, she'd fight back, as shes always done. The siren wasnt intimidated, she never was. But a type of rage would swallow up her heart, the fact he's always on about her purity makes her want to lunge, he has no idea of her full background.Her sigh, passionately manifesting as they echoed fervent and raw, delicate and shrill; painting the moist air with the depth of their infinite ache, their immortal longing. Isabella pauses, her slender bodice gently tangled, wrapped in an iniquitous web of shadows and converged misery.There was a pain no longer imagined set on the forefront of her mind. For days it had lingered there; the thought upon the mind’s first waking, and the intangible image when it drifted off to delve within the fabricated world of whimsy. A throbbing manifestation working first from the recesses like a wave gathering from the depths of the oceans to race toward the shores with unbridled power primed to crash into the conscious mind. But what Isabella didntunderstand is why the two think she's seducted so many, teasing there minds. When infact she'd never place a little paw on any man withought his permission, even then nothing would happen. But this woman has lived 3 years, has seen pretty much seen all wolves expressions towards her. Which only makes her want to laugh more. The sanguine glasses would remain flat under the paws, fighting for there life before gently gettng released from under an imperfect paw. Though Isabella wanted to growl, Her face remained emotonless,like a statue even. Never once has this woman showed her real feelings towards the two, and damn right isnt going to start very soon. In her mind, Isabella would always remain an alphess at heart, and no wolf will ever brake that wall. But thinking of it, she wanted to meet the alphess of the lands, to see her rulings. For her to inspire Isabella's soul.
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Apprentice Kyra
Pack Wolf
Posts: 18
Relationship: None
Rank: Beta Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Kyra on Apr 27, 2013 12:33:21 GMT -5
Kyra watched as her Mentor went behind the lass his jaw open then shut, her heart was skipping beats rapidly. Was this all but a joke was this brute a spider that caught poor females in his unseeing web. The the brute winked at her and her composure calmed a bit. Kyra thought she could see a smile upon his ebony maw but like other things once it was there it was gone, like lightning in the most blistering storms. Kyra could tell that this lass sensed what she was feeling and it didn't please her one bit! Watching as Mentor Fell pushed the lash forward kyra saw the muscles in the lasses body tense and her cranium tilt back. No longer in a sitting position she took a step or two forward, a deep rumble of a growl being unleashed from her chest. All the muscles in her body getting ready for what may happen next. As the lass snapped her maw at nothing but air she was only a little bit pleased. But the fact that she was thinking, contemplating the idea of hurting Kyra's Mentor made her blood bubble with in her veins. This lasses alpha blood ran strong in her veins but as an alpha she should now that when she is nothing but being established in a pack that she has none not even a scrap of power. Kyra shook her head, this lass had to be as brain dead even new born pups had more sense than this pale temptress. Kyra shook her head maybe she was being to hard on this lass. Maybe there was more reason besides her alpha blood. Kyra could tell she had not said her full background her eyes told that much. They did she more but she wasn't snoopy, even her posture when Kyra's Mentor Fell had gone behind this lass was much different then when he was standing right in front of her. That is what mainly gave it away. Kyra knew exactly what happen, maybe not in full detail like why and who? But she knew that this lass was rapped. Kyra shot her Mentor a look. One that said she knew something and he needed to get his ebony tail over by here and not behind this lass. A thought past through her mind and it hit her hard, a hard realization. It wasn't that this lass used her power of beauty to get what she wanted nor to tantalizingly tease the he-wolves. Isabella used her looks to cradle the pain she held in side. Locked away, somewhere down deep. Kyra put her head down and sighed, she felt more the terrible for assuming. It really made her look like an @$$. "I am very sorry Isabella, I know how that it is, and in some way so does my Mentor Beta Fell," Kyra figured the lass would be confused with what she had just said. "I myself have been rapped, by three males the size of my Mentor and one was about the same color as him as well." |
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Beta Fell
Co-Owner
Posts: 55
Relationship: None
Rank: Beta
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Post by Beta Fell on Apr 28, 2013 0:55:20 GMT -5
Behind your make-up, nobody knows who you even are...
Isabella's reaction dispersed as if never happening, not being acknowledged in the merest way by the Beta. Bypassing the angelic one's side without hesitation, ebony fur glistened as sudden sunlight poured in through the trees canopy. Faint tan coloring appeared faintly on the tyrant's withers and neck while the ivory slashes upon chest and back became more apparent under the sunlight, amber hues narrowing at the rays which revealed his multi-coloring. As his mental capacity lessened, Fell received a gaze from his apprentice which earned her one of confusion in return. Her words beforehand however had earned a disapproving scowl, not appreciating her mention of his own experience with rapists. Though the news of multiple wolves being her corrupters, adding more to his to-kill list, was overall surprising, one looking similar to him however came to be more of a shock. Nostrils flared with discretion, the large form slurking next to his apprentice though the action was not entirely justified. Amber orbs falling upon the angelic figure once more, the deep rumble of masculinity echoed amongst them, solemn and unarguable, "As you know, my ranking is merely that of a Beta; which hints, in silence, there is one level higher than me. Seeing neither you nor Kyra have met her, we will now be heading to the pack camp. There, she may deem your worth and approve my previous decisions. Isabella, you may inquire on being Alpha's Guard for example instead of your given title at the moment. This decision on a non--stop traveling until we reach our destination, will not be argued. If you desire quenching; find a spring, stomach empty; there are multiple rodents about you can catch upon your own accord..."
The Beta walked away from both females, his gigantic proportions crashing forward, deeper into the woods. His breath was hollow, each breath more dramatic than the next as if it the attempt would draw in more oxygen with a show, his eyes had already dazed, colors become an unbroken tapestry before him within minutes. The colors were too vibrant at first then they fled different places, changing positions with other forest items, before it seemed colors hardly existed in a world of order at all. Closing his eyes to hide the fearsome amber hues, amber hues which were now entirely withdrawn, no longer holding their usual strength, Fell forced his steps to continue. Had the degrading attempt at a Beta's gait already been noticed, Fell hoped they left his faltering figure be, his brain already trying to reenforce his composure. "Shut up!"
Birds of endless, wordly varieties shout to the sky for cover, fearing the beast even in his crashing moment. Though he'd already walked half way to the camp, his scream to the mental whisperer earlier still ringing in his cranium, Fell's body was unsure if it could successfully make the journey. What had happened? Fell battled his brain for logic, for logic was the only explanation he'd except, but nothing came to his attention. After accepting a temptress, now a pack member, whom was, hopefully, following him in pursuit, as he ordered, with the apprentice, the momentum of everything harshly declined. Leaving the clearing was, to Fell, the first step to reasoning out his sudden symptoms. "You girls may...may ummm...go ahead. Inhale my scent...and decipher...the pack camp's own personal marker and follow that trail in the air. It'll be a short trip...just...go on ahead."
Who do you think that you are...?
Actions | "Can you handle my words?" | 'Indulge in my thoughts but do not utilize.' | Let's jazz this up with some lyrics; top and bottom.
[I'm going to have Fell run off to another territory, they can head to the camp center together now c: You guys can post a reply here, if you feel there is anything worth replying to from the border, and include their short traveling to the camp center in this thread then post in the camp as they arrive or, to make it easier, you can include that information in your camp-intro posts ^_^]
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