Revenged seeks out Nakisai. Hol, Rev, Syl, + Zal, Cali
Jul 8, 2016 13:07:55 GMT -5
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Post by Syledia on Jul 8, 2016 13:07:55 GMT -5
Holster. As the days continued to tumble. Holster had almost forgotten the encounter with lady death and the crimson queen. FLASHBACKTIME: Creature had sunk right into the mud and woe- to him! He had expected to kiss death herself! Limb had been swallowed whole and thus; his grief hiccupped into the afternoon until his lovely angel had rescued him! Speaking of angels where was the sweet cream puff? Oh right, well. He supposed after insulting Antics and the rest of the crowd that had gathered for his funeral. WELL, he might...have run away, or well, he really wanted to bite her son! BUT THEN there was two giant bees and well, they looked pretty fucking delicious so he had pretty much chased them blindly into the woodland his deadly jaws snapping at the yellow insect until he had been stung in the ass. Holster... SO, honestly he had further whimpered into the sunset. THUS. He had been wandering aimlessly. Tawny pelt was caked in layers of filth, each auburn strand crusty in substances not kind to smell. Outcast hummed nonchalantly and blackened gums were tightly sewn shut. If one were to witness Holster his charcoal hued sockets were brimming with a happy shimmer today! Oho yes, today he had captured a fishy! A lot of hours old and putrid to any with sensitive smells! The scent of rotting salmon signified that Hol had probably been carrying this deceased fish in the heat for far too long. Pieces of fish dripped off as he had been carrying the thing rigorously. Flys swarmed the dripping corpse as meat barely hung onto the thinning bones. Miniature pests traversed up his nasal paths and he snorted them out in a bundle of mucus that... dripped onto his fish. Seasoning! Glee burned his heart as he trotted towards a den.
Revenge. Spawn of Satan incarnation himself. The gates of hell have finally parted way to release this beast from shadows. Drums of war have now started their rhythm with every step made; mitts leaving their mark on such vulnerable terrain. Memory banks flipped through pages as nostrils flared, inhaling the air plagued with all but too familiar scents. Pupilless orbs hid so much, the things incarnate has seen, yet something still draws him near. The air pregnant with the scent of bloodline, but there was only one that keened interest. Father. Oh daddy-dearest! How he wanted to see bastard oh so terribly! A visit was long overdue after such a time apart. By choice? Not so much. After witnessing the brutal ordering of death dealt to Achromic, such a hate filled this already black heart. Adrenaline rushed through veins, breath heavy as limbs carried at a much faster pace; audits lowered themselves close to skull as the distance was shortening with every pound of the drum. Emotionless, pace increasing, only to lock sights upon a piece of shit that pranced around in the distance. Muscular limbs came to a sudden halt; exhales through nostrils as oculars scanned terrain. Where the fuck was he?
Syledia. Black queen found herself wandering around her lands, marking her scent here and there. Gotta keep up the markers. With a grunt she made her way back, crossing the shallow of the river that was close to The Crews home. Scents of members of the past would linger, though Syl had no idea what the king himself smelled like she was sure it was not the scent that now attacked her senses. Oh dear god, WHAT IS THAT? Golden eyes with a green arrow under the eyes widened as she scanned the land. In the distance the sight of what Kari called junk-wolf was bouncing around with something in its mouth. Black lady with a hint of red from her great grandmother stood tall and approached the obnoxious male, their first encounter had been a rather rude one, on both parts. What would Syl have the honor of dealing with today. A snort was given as a warning of her presence, though no doubt he could smell the scent that seemed to be emitting from her backside. What is this scent? Snout rose again as another scent hit her nostrils, eyes darted around, refusing to turn her back on the scrawny creature she spotted a dark wolf not far from them. Hmm, what is this we have here? Grin formed as it seemed more and more were coming at the word of The Crew's return. The once proud, respected and most feared pack walked the lands once again. A new queen leading them with the guidance of the red queen, Antics. It seemed Nakisai had many female companions in his time, never seeming to settle down with the one bitch, curious indeed.
Holster. One fish, two fish, three fish! NO, just one! One disgusting and pathetic paraphyletic creature dangling from his tightly sewn maxilla. The lifeless water dweller was quite large, it hung lifelessly with pieces of its own flesh peeling off in rotting flecks. Nothing about this organism looked appetizing not even a little bit. Unless one was fond of their prey to be ingested with miniature maggots and flys- this was not the meal for you. As Holster trotted his marry way into wherevertown; long maggots fell from chunks of greying flesh. The perfume of death could even be smelt over his own, which was impressive in the first place. The fish had been baked into a moist, decomposing clump and it was a present! Blackened gums were peeled slightly to allow drool to pool from the fleshy sides of his mouth. Pants could be heard as they exited his gooey nostrils. He had paused his travels for- well, this! This glorious looking entrance. Voices slithered through his mindset and before he could put one more paw frontward. Twas' about then he smelt the 'new' queen and her scent. It seemed her marking tactics had been escalated to more than once a day. Teehee- it was all his fault of course. A smug look would have appeared on his face, especially since she looked offended at his presence but before Holster could give her his present. A wind. A scent so pregnant with dominance it stunk over his rotten prize. Breath was paused and Holster listened to the wind quiver in fear. Usual go-lucky attitude quickly switched as bi-polar mentality stepped forward. Danger. Danger. Danger. It was coming closer- like a shadow parched of darkness it was looking for something, what could it be? Strengthened limbs pushed through the elongated blades of grass. Toes mingled into the vegetation. Alert. For once being here on this tainted territory... Holster had shed his mask of a clown- and now stood a silent assassin. It's coming. Jaws clenched onto the fish. He could feel the bones against his teeth as he swallowed a lump of sour flesh. Hol could have sworn he saw Lucifer himself peered into his void-like eyes. For a moment, there was a stop in time. Holster assessed the situation quickly. His eyes flicked over the construction. Holy fucking GOD- okay, well not god. SATAN. Out from façade screamed neon red triangles. It matched, the towering figure, the hackled neckline- this. NOW THIS was part of the REAL legend. THIS was what Holster had been talking about. Not some nilly-silly queen! With a squeal of horrified excitement he trembled in terror! It had been a while since he had felt so frightened. The anxiety quaked his bladder. Nomad dropped the fish at queenie's feets and he trotted ever so boldly to the shadowy beast. "Ohohohoho! Oh!" He yipped. A sneer lifted at gums exposing yellowing fang. "IT IS YOU." An obnoxious sniff was inhaled - a nice distance away. He not dare go too close. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.
Revenge.What the fuck? What in the fucking fuck? Exhaling through nostrils, snorts emitting as gaze went over each one. That one smells like shit; the rotting osteichthyes did not help this poor creatures case. Oh for fucks sake it was coming closer! But alas, this beings plague would not stop colossus from the mission the burned inside membrane. But that one, some cunt, emitting the plague of Nakisai; though it being faint, it still burned through nostrils. "Well isn't this some shit." vocal cords emitted, voice cold and monotone as she was now permanently locked in embankments of memory. Good thing that this little manged being knew to drop that rotting carcass to her, it's probably all this bitch deserved; clearly he is smarter than what image gives off. Who was this whore and why did bare the oh so noticeable triangles yet they offer such mockery from any ordinary Nakisai kin? "What in the fuck are you suppose to be?" vocal cords erupted again as he demanded answers. This isn't at all what he had in mind. This little fem better choose her words wisely.
Syledia. Black bitch watched as the vile smelling creature dropped its rotting fish and excitedly approached the black figure, an expression of disgust fell over her face as she glanced to the fish. Turning her attention to the back beast again, he stood tall with the confidence shed seen in Crew members many times now. It was marvelous and fascinating at the same time. Syl had witnessed the same fear emitting from the red Queen who was now her second, her beta and her mentor. Grin was still plastered upon the new queens face as she began to approach. One black paw in front of the other. Standing at a mere 3 feet tall the queen stopped making sure to keep both at a reasonable distance. Voice boomed out from the black beast with red triangles, similar to those of her great grandfather. Syl only bore half the triangle that most of the kings kin managed to receive at birth. Her own mother and grandmother lacked the marks, but why her? Was she meant to take this stand? Of course she was, she was a queen. A queen with a desire to lead and to regrow her ancestors legacy. History had been passed down to this young queen, and with many nights filled with stories of the gruesome wars, high respect, and friendships that went deeper than the surface. The Crew was accepting of everyone, the cannibalistic, the aggressive, the kind and the odd. Syledia stepped forward as she was spoken to, his voice icy and demanding. "Who are you to demand answers in The Crew's land?" voice followed shortly after his own, though she did not emit the fear he protruded she emitted all the confidence of a queen in her own land, and he was now demanding questions on her lands.
Holster. Admiration scorched through sphere-shaped orbs the second they pinned themselves on the blackened and colossal beast. Such an impressive stature could only be falsified by his cracked mindset, right? Was he hallucinating? Because that had happened more than once, in fact it happened today when he sang with all the colours of the wind, and painted with all the colours of the mountain. When one remained solitary for an extensive point of their lives, it was only normal to construct friends to detain company, was it not? AND! Wholla! The birth of two unseen dwelled into his frontal cortex. They snaked in sinister paths- constructing Holster's insanity. It was wise of this young legend to be wary of Holster for as always. He might have been a fool but he was NO idiot. Ah! Yes, although terrified of such a legend, Holster was far too excited to let a microscopic thing such as 'fear' get in his way. PUHLEEZE! This disgusting outcast was far too gone to be labeled anything but insane. Fires of endearment slowly lapped the lifelessness out of his expression and replaced with something else... What could this be? Such a sentiment could not be named as lightly as it began to unfold in complex stages. Sockets detaining the blackened eye were shimmering in literal enchantment and a smitten sigh fell from lips. So, it was him! A superstar stood before his very being! A celebrity, no, a LEGEND! Or maybe the sperm of one. Same shit. But, could this monstrous mountain be similar? As Mrs. Queenie took notice; so did Holster. The pride one detained after being blessed by the Crew's curse. Now, came a generation right from Nakisai's cock- a clone. He giggled loudly before snapping his foul lips shut, they were still painted in fish! YUM, It seemed the two of them wanted to talk! OH GOODIE GOODIE GOOD. A poor excuse for a tail wagged quickly, but came to a halt as the revertibration of a deep voice. AND, to his giddy surprise, Queenie responded with dominance of her own. "OH MAN, this is awesome."
Revenge's cavern split, jowls peeled themselves from stained ivories as it cracked into a smirk. Oh ho! This little cunt sure has some bark and no bite. How cute. Mitts raped surface of the virgin earth as pressure applied to them as stance thickened; Posture becoming more upright as she dared take a step closer. "I think if you want to keep that tongue of yours, you best answer my questions first." vocal cords erupted. Stubborn bastard didn't take to keenly to be spoken down too. The stains upon his pearly whites were prime example of this. This land was not originally Nakisai's that's for damned sure. But the thought of him being here, The scent that carried within these lands, That dumb fuck sure did move around a lot so the chances were too high to pass. But alas, all these lands had to offer was this feisty bitch that better learn her place right quick. Glance quickly turned to the manged being, watching his sly movements closer; don't you think they go unnoticed. Hackles in endless layers bristled as crown clicked up, emotionless gaze back to the bitch that stepped at him. "I will address you in anyway I see fit. And for now, you are a bitch pretending to be of kin from Nakisai. Your pathetic markings are clear of that. Now I will ask another question and I except a proper answer this time. So lets try this again. Who are you suppose to be?" If this bitch had ANY sort of brains, she would comply to this questions. Revenge would need no hesitation to rip this whore a new asshole.
Add Zalie.
Zalie spent some time relaxing in a random tree, legs dangled over the sides of a branch as female slept peacefully. Ears twitching as eye lids peeled back and purple gaze drifted around. Up ya go girl, frame was pushed up and scaled down the tree before hitting the ground below with a dull thud. Tail swayed behind her frame as she strolled towards the area of the den. Ears twitching forward listening to the local wildlife as she crossed the water source and sniffed the air catching tail ends of different scents. Walking into the den area she paused at the sight of three figures. Nose twitching she strolled forward with practical ease. Muscles rippled underneath her pelt eyes shifted between the three before focusing on the larger figure. Lips twitched she strolled forward focused on the figure. Taking a deep breath she sorted through the smells and..ohhh so that's who that was! Snort rolled from lips she parted her lips in mild annoyance, tail twitching behind her body as she stood before them watching, "Revenge, you are acting like a spoiled whelp, i know i didn't raise you to act like a spoiled bastard. Honestly like father like son." She growled shaking her body roughly as she strolled towards the whelp she raised and roughly head butted his shoulder, eyes narrowed in a silent warning. "Don't know who is worse, you or naki.." She muttered out before turning her attention to focus on slyedia and the stranger lest to her in mild confusion, appearance relaxed and carefree as she stood there, not feeling scared in the lest you can likely blame the whelp's father for that bit there ladies and gents.
Syledia. Black bitched watched with curious eyes as the vile smelling wolf's demeanor changed much like the other day, he was sane for a moment. That of an assassin awaiting his next mission, it was eerie and menacing. Attention was turned to the black beast again as he appeared to be displeased with her own demand. Seems this was going to be a display of dominance. Syledia had learned in the past week not to back down, least she disappoint Antics and let alone Nakisai. Though the king was not around to criticize her, Antics was doing a fine job of that. Red ear twitched slightly atop the red head of the young queen and just as she was about to speak Zalie joined the group speaking of this wolf as a whelp. Real good for your image Mr Dominance. Confusion fell over her face when Zalie mentioned raising the male, and him being Nakisai's. This could only mean he was of relations to her. Curious indeed. It seemed many of the kings kin survived and were resurfacing. Another uncle was on his way or had he already made it to the land and shed not known yet. If that was the case, why hadn't he made an appearance? Brushing off thoughts of more family Syl watched the interaction for a mere moment before choosing her words with care. Another lesson learned not only by the red queen, but by the cream wolf who seemed to take a liking to the onlooker who was not just watching the scene as though destiny was unfolding before him. "I am Syledia, great granddaughter to Nakisai and Antics. Granddaughter to Orchis and Veyerus." A brief pause given, not feeling the need to mention who her own mother or father was. "I am here to bring back The Crew to its former power and glory, to bring back the memory of a once feared and respected king." shed add before adjusting on her paws. Her confidence rippling from her body with grace. Syl had respect for all former Crew members, Zalie had seen that first hand already. As the black Queen stood before the trio the ladies demeanor never ceased to emit that of a queen. "So now you know who I am, who are you who demands to know who I am?" rip cords demanded some answers in return. Golden eyes locked on the pupil less eyes that bore into her soul the way her great grandmothers had just a few days ago.
Holster. The disgusting odor of rotting fish slowly filtered through the landscape on the coattails of the sweetened wind. Ripe organism had been baking in the heat, causing it to be more than past its prime. Misfit might have fished it around thirteen hours ago- or more. I mean, who was counting? Not Holster, because well, he couldn't even count to begin with. A venomous laughter snaked through his frontal cortex once more. It whispered with sinister delight. Aw, his friends were so nice to him! Solitary male had two bestest, best friends and they happened to be in the form of, well nothing! He nodded to himself promptly. It would seem his absurdity clicked right back into place. Mucus had caked onto his fur as it rolled from his nose. He inhaled the extra membrane loudly and swallowed the lovely taste. MM! FISH. To Holster the scent was a perfume wafting with the harmony of angels- farts and flowers, same shit really. Patience was not included in his resume, it was evident the way Holster fidgeted waiting for the two of them to fight or fuck or something I MEAN well, they were relatives so that would be fucking weird. Oh! How he wanted to scream in joyous delight! Fear licked his spinal cord seductively, for the legend was real! The scent of imminent danger filtered through his gooey snout. It seemed mrs QUEENIE had irritated the mountain of midnight fur. Aw, that fur was pretty! Why couldn't he look like that?! Maybe if you stopped rolling in shit? Oh yeah. He nodded to his inner side again. Frame twitched awkwardly as the giddy outcast shifted- the muscles underneath unkempt pelt hardened in excitement; one could call it borderline arousal. Bundle of nerves burned through vessel as the tension was thickened with a threat. If Holster knew popcorn was a thing, he probably would have valued some up in his mouth RIGHT now! To be munching on anything really because in reality his jowls were clicking annoyingly in excitement. He did have that lovely fish, but it had been abandoned rudely, and after he had gone to so much trouble bringing it here! But, that was old news. Right now, Holster was endlessly amused. Rump had settled upon the grass - a fair distance from where the two bloods had- HOLY SHIT HE TALKED TO ME. "OH MY. You NOTICED ME." He giggled foolishly as the rest of these mutts seemed to have history. "O joyous!" His half eaten tail wagged through the grass. "I think he likes me guys." LOVES ME.
Revenge. Excellent. Supposedly bitch wanted to keep her tongue as her answer was quick to come out. Audits clicked upon crown once an all too familiar voice broke tension between what seemed to be two relatives; Zalie. Oh Zalie. Possibly the only reason why this behemoth was alive to this day as it was her that cared for the trio after birth; Nakisai and Kaw were no where to be seen after. With the brush against his shoulder, smirk that cracked jowls turned into a scrunched look of disgust. Contact? With another being? It had been eons. Ew. Though her words went ignored as this bitch decided to boast about being a great-grand-what-the-fuck-ever to Nakisai. Okay? "Revenge. Son-" Sentence was cut short as soon as audits picked up the fact that bitch said ~Respected~. Hilarious. Emotionless facade was hiding laughter deep within blackened soul. "Son of Nakisai." he finished; Gaze turning back to the one that would squeel in the background. Who was he suppose to be? No introduction was needed as this foul creature already seemed to know of colossus. Interesting. Attention spanned back to the so called Queen. "You. Are trying to restore something my Father had started and you don't even bare the true markings? What a fucking disgrace." Brute was very keen on bloodline, believing that only one of the three from trio deserves such a title. But Achromic was murdered by Nakisai's right hand. And Havik, well who really knew what happened to her. Probably murdered as well. "Good luck in even coming close to what he had, you'll never be anything like him." Not trying to up-talk ol' sweet daddy dearest, but this... runt could never bring the true nature of The Crew back. "Now if you'll stop playing queen for a minute, Tell me where he is. I know that fucker isn't dead."
Zalie ears twitched as lips twitched, tail flicked behind her at a slow pace before body moved on instant and jaws parted as teeth latched onto rev's ear giving a hard tug as vocals rumbled with a loud snarl. Releasing the poor ear she snapped her jaws in warning, "Whelp, what that tongue of yours is going to get you killed." She scolded as she let out a deep sigh before pushing her body forward and stepped between the two. Eyes narrowed as she stood to her full height and looked between the two in silence, "Both are acting like whelps whining for food enough." She barked out in order, turning her head to snap her jaws at rev before twitching her ears listening to the other laugh at something they said. Shaking her frame roughly, nails scrapped against the dirt as bitch turned her eyes to focus on the whelp she raised staring him down. "Your father disappeared, i searched for him but you know how he is when he doesn't want to be found. Now enough out of both you, its like caring for whelps all over again, except full grown." She growled shaking her head as she switched her attention between the two and then onto the laughing one behind her, more focused on stopping one shedding blood then the other lost in his fantasys of she didn't want to know right at this point, stop fight then worry about the laughter another time right? Right.
Enter Caliska.
Caliska. The day had slowly drug by, just like every other. Caliska had decided to leave her home and her pack about five moons ago and she was beginning to think it was the worse decision she had ever made in her short life. Life of a traveler wasn't terrible, but it wasn't all her grandmother had talked it up to be. However, her elder had the company of many friends along the way. Maybe that's what this little loner needed, friends! With a new goal and a pep in her step, Caliska made her way along the trail, like Dorothy walking down the yellow brick road. Ears perked and eyes peeled, the youngster kept a lookout for any potential friends. A squirrel? A bird? Heck, maybe a fish (even though it'll eventually become dinner, but shh)! Oddly enough, as soon as the thought of a fish friend came to mind, the stinky scent of a rotting fish hit her snout, along with a sour face. The smell was so horrid to her that she couldn't help but try to shake it away with no luck. However, it wasn't just the smell of fish hitting her little pink nose.There was also this smell of... Poo? But, under all that, there was the scent of other canines. FRIENDS. Excitedly, the kid jumped and darted in the direction of the others, doing her best to dodge her antlers between branches and vines, but lost in thought about how they would be before she ever even seen them. Caliska was thinking how caring and loving and happy they would all be and how they would be friends forever and travel this land and see beautiful sights and- then her wonderful thoughts were cut short along with her stride as soon as she saw the group. They were mostly larger than her, along with terrifying-looking. Hoping it wasn't too late, Caliska turned tail and made a B-line back to the way she came. However, scared beyond word, the youngster forgot about her newly grown antlers and got them tangled up into some thick vines overhead. Without even meaning to, a loud scream was let out, her thoughts go the best of her and she had thought one of the big mean beasts got a hold of her. With a few strong shakes of her whole body, she managed to get loose, yet the vines stayed latched onto her antlers and covered her eyes. In sheer terror, Caliska darted, having no idea where she was going, all she knew was run. Run and scream. Her running and screaming was cut short though as soon as she realized she was tumbling and landing on her back in water. Water? She didn't remember there being any water from the way she came. That only meant one thing. Slowly, she sat up and moved the thick vines from her eyes, only to realize she had ran back in the direction of the group of scary canines. "... Oops."
Syledia. Black bitch noticed how the crazed wolf returned to the loose cannon he appeared to be when Rev acknowledged him. It seemed this mutt certainly had a few loose screws, but when the time was right he was as sane as the rest. Syl took it all in, and as Rev began speaking again it seemed the fluffy beast was indeed family. Great Uncle it appeared. None he less he cared little for respect or family it seemed. Words of being a disgrace stung a little but the bitch brushed it off, Syl had the blood of a king. A king that ruled this pack for quite some time, he had power, respect, and the loyalty of many of his members. And in time Syl only wanted that. To bring a family once torn apart back together. "I do not wish to be Nakisai, I never said I wish to be him as he ruled The Crew years ago. You should hold your tongue when talking to me in such a man-" words were cut short as Zalie put on her momma pants and attempted to latch onto Rev's ear. Ohwow. Bitch was sure glad this wasnt her mother, but none the less Syl liked how she handled the rude wolf who demanded everything and more just by being the son of Nakisai. Eyes darted to Hol for a moment and Syl grinned it seemed Zalie was talking for them both. Where was the king who all these wolves were looking for to lead them. Could Syledia live up to his namesake, or will she fail? NO! Syl thought to herself. YOU WILL NOT FAIL. YOU CAN NOT FAIL. Words formed in her mind as though someone spoke them to her. Poker face just gazed ahead not letting the sudden voices in her mind affect her actions. She would not go insane, this beast would not awaken her demons. Or would he? Eyes of gold widened as a white wolf- no deer- no.. wait, what was it?; ran to them, a scream emitted from her lips as she ran away, got caught in a bush then ran around again only to fall in the river at the beginning of the lands. Syl just stood there staring, blank stare. "I.. Uh. " Syl was at a loss for words
for a moment. Eyes narrowed then as Revenge snorted and took his leave, how rude indeed. It seemed they just might butt heads in due time. Black queen needed to get that training in, sooner rather than later. That was for sure. She was damn sure though that she would not back down from her new role, her dream.
Leave Revenge.
Holster. Heart pounded in utter delight as blood began to fuel his body's vibrant engine. Heat licked at the edges of his nervous system causing the twitch to intensify. He was just so fucking excited!~ Oh, and terrified.. He was pretty sure his bladder was about to explode as the pressure was starting to nag at him. Elongated limbs were the only things solidified and like corithian pillars they remained glued to the earth. This had caused skull to shake quickly as if he were plagued with rabies. Blackened eyes were ticking side-to-side widely as he attempted to keep up with the conversation ahead of him, poor sockets looked like they'd let his eyes roll right out of his head! Lips had peeled long ago, causing the stench of boiled and liquifying fish to be emitted via his saliva as he panted quickly- breath by pant the stench could be pinpointed. The drool tumbled from the corners of his leaking mouth and puddled onto the rich vegetation below. A whine escaped his maw as he became the victim to his astonished organ. How much more could his heart take? The pulsations brought forth a healthy amount of blood through his circulatory system, which then pushed his powerful heart forward. It rung in hollow rings against his chest as the three continued to banter. Such an event it was!~ Goodness! He was certainly excited for one not even being spoken too, but that didn't even matter. He was present for a moment in history. Generation of kings and queens had filtered through the arena and it furthered his hypothesis. He was so glad he didn't write this one off like he had the others. OH BOY! Gumline peeled revealing those yellowing incisors- their unhealthy mixture of hue was evident that Holster really didn't take care of his health. The mixture of fear and pleasure rippled through his figure as the theatrics continued. Now, this is how he harked the legends. Beasts of all sizes; monsterous and born from the devil himself! As his celebrity exited. The fear dissapated and was replaced with someth-"AHAHAHAHHAHAHA" He just couldn't hold it anymore. A belch of laughter exited his ajar mandibles, they hung as that fleshy pink tongue lolled out of his lips. "AHAAHA HaHAHAHAHAHahahhHAHAHAHA." The laugh caused riptides of tremors to be released through his body as a whole. Vocals carried the insanity through the woodland as it had been silenced. He only paused due to- something!? He shut the fuck up and stood up. The switch to personality had been immediate and he begun to CHASE after it.
Zalie lips peeled back in show as she watched the two silently. Snort rumbled through her vocals as she shook her frame roughly. Tail swayed behind frame as she watched the whelp walk off. Eyes narrowed some at the other whelp as she shook her frame roughly before stepping back keeping her body tensed as she let out a deep groan. Muscles rippled she shook her frame roughly before head shot up to listen to the screaming and seeing..something dart past them in a hurry. Head turned to follow the creature and seen it crash into the water. Blinking in confusion she looked between the two remaining in the area of the den. Nails scrapped against the ground as she turned and trotted towards the water source. Ears perked forward and body moved with ease as she pushed herself forward. Powerful paws pushed against the ground pushing her further as she twitched her nose. Atta girl, it might be harmless! Can't let crack case scare it off yet now can we? Bitch moved past the crazy wolf who she didn't even know the name of yet! Terrible manners not asking for a name, can't call the crazy wolf thing or it well perhaps silently she could right right focus on the noise maker, curse the motherly feelings to all nine hells at this point. Jaws parted tongue slipped out to lick at her muzzle as she slowed to the water and turned her body slightly as she turned her attention to focus on..wolf with antlers? Mah, seen worse things crossed, "That is a good way to get attacked..." She offered with mild amusement tilting her head to the side keeping the thing in the corner of her eye on watch as she spoke to the spooked wolf creature.
Caliska's eyes looked as if they would pop out of her head. She was stunned with fear. They were all staring at her. She had no freaking clue what to do. Run? Nope, too late for that. OR NOT. Quickly, Caliska stood and darted in any which way that freak of a canine wasn't going. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The terror could be heard in her voice as she ran around in the water. But, her attempt to escape was soon stopped by a rock. A dang rock. With great force, Caliska flipped into the water again. This time deeper water. She was completely submerged under water, but she wasn't trying to resurface at all. Might as well lay here and drown rather than get eaten by whatever that was. However, her lungs wouldn't let her stay below any longer and she shot out, gasping for air. Eyes began to tear up as she watched the beast get closer, than all at once the crying and boo-hoos began. Big baby.
Syledia. Black bitch watched as the fluffy male trotted off, knowing full well their encounter was far from over. Syl just hoped shed live to get through it. Laughter erupted in her mind for a moment. No, not going insane. Too much time around the crazed wolf who was now laughing his head off with the laughter in her mind. Oh dear. It was like music. Menacing and sweet. NO. Syl shook her head to stop the laughter inside. Syl walked up to the wolf who was stinking up the place, boy he needed a bath. Bleh. Stance was tall and proud as she stood before the creature. "I wish to have a word with you in the morning in private. Can we meet by the falls at high noon?" voice was businesslike as she spoke while Zalie turned to attend to the screaming creature. To her surprise then the stinky wolf bolted and began chasing after the poor thing. "Enough, there is no need in scaring the poor thing. Zalie, id like to see some of your magic. Please, take this young one and help her out." Voice emitted over the ruckus as the Queen retired to her throne. Leaping up onto the growth that overlooked the dens entrance as well as the courtyard. Grass made the perch comfortable. But sleep would not come tonight, no the Queen needed her rest but she would remain awake, watching, learning, calculating the best actions to take. Syl couldn't be bothered at that moment to deal with a screaming wolf, if anything her presence would make her even more uneasy it was bad enough with the dirty wolf who still smelled like her great grandmothers urine. How attractive. For now, the Queen just watched and observed, trusting a potential new member with Zalie, shed have to rank the lady properly according to how she handled the antlered wolf. Such an interesting creature, Syl couldn't wait to inspect her.
Holster. Whatever had traversed into the waters- it had been unique! WHAT WAS IT? OhboyOHBOY! Now this outcast was excited for a whole new reason. Pants huffed out of his maw as he scooted across the landscape with ease. It was simple really. Holster was more than what he seemed. Whatever screamed by him looked lanky and delicious looking! Oddly in his travels he had not witnessed something such as this. Oh MAN this land was awesome! Glee bubbled in his stomach with a vigor so strong it motivated him to spring over any obsticals in his way. He heed not the words of the queen as traumatizing was his specialty! With his idol now out of the way, it gave him plenty of time to find a new infatuation. Holster's beautiful mindset had now focused on something new in otherwords, and unfortunately that happened to be the fleeing creature who just caught this CUTE mutt's rotten eye. Now, that was something else, especially coming from yours truly! Tongue lolled out of his oral cavern as he bolted towards the animal. Large paws thundered upon the earth's surface and quick limbs were easily pushing his bulk forward at a speed no one should underestimate! YUMMY! OH~ How his stomach roared. He didn't even eat that more than edible fish that had stunk up the territory. But, he did plan to eat the thing in distress- all of a sudden graceful and powerful limbs started coming to a halt. Awkwardly paws mingled with each other as they skidded on the emerald tundra. He attempted to push his ass downward to stop the momentum as he really REALLY didn't want to go in the water. FUCK THAT. As Hol finally began to stop and his 'swift' dance came to an end.. he tumbled NEAR the water and watched as his fun started to drown... Oh. Sadface. "I don't DO water. UGHHH~!" He snorted like some sort of posh snob and turned his head up and pranced away, leaving poor terrified deerface to drown. Thanks Hol, you are the hero we all deserve. What a bitch.
Zalie watched the mutt charge straight ahead. Ears twitching as she pushed her body faster, lips parted as tongue rolled out, she hopped and bounded over things in her way, eyes focused on the mutt that seemed afraid of the water? Interesting note there. Paws slid into the water as she slowed to a stop in the water. Body was given a rough shake as she looked down at the wolf screaming. Twitching her nose she let out a low sigh, "Quiet!" She barked out in order as she stood there, ignoring the water lapping at her legs. "Focus on my voice and move towards the shore, you are not going to get eaten, the mutt appears to be afraid of the water." She said carefully keeping her body relaxed as she waited for the flailing whelp to settle down and not end up croaking in the water.
End.
Revenge. Spawn of Satan incarnation himself. The gates of hell have finally parted way to release this beast from shadows. Drums of war have now started their rhythm with every step made; mitts leaving their mark on such vulnerable terrain. Memory banks flipped through pages as nostrils flared, inhaling the air plagued with all but too familiar scents. Pupilless orbs hid so much, the things incarnate has seen, yet something still draws him near. The air pregnant with the scent of bloodline, but there was only one that keened interest. Father. Oh daddy-dearest! How he wanted to see bastard oh so terribly! A visit was long overdue after such a time apart. By choice? Not so much. After witnessing the brutal ordering of death dealt to Achromic, such a hate filled this already black heart. Adrenaline rushed through veins, breath heavy as limbs carried at a much faster pace; audits lowered themselves close to skull as the distance was shortening with every pound of the drum. Emotionless, pace increasing, only to lock sights upon a piece of shit that pranced around in the distance. Muscular limbs came to a sudden halt; exhales through nostrils as oculars scanned terrain. Where the fuck was he?
Syledia. Black queen found herself wandering around her lands, marking her scent here and there. Gotta keep up the markers. With a grunt she made her way back, crossing the shallow of the river that was close to The Crews home. Scents of members of the past would linger, though Syl had no idea what the king himself smelled like she was sure it was not the scent that now attacked her senses. Oh dear god, WHAT IS THAT? Golden eyes with a green arrow under the eyes widened as she scanned the land. In the distance the sight of what Kari called junk-wolf was bouncing around with something in its mouth. Black lady with a hint of red from her great grandmother stood tall and approached the obnoxious male, their first encounter had been a rather rude one, on both parts. What would Syl have the honor of dealing with today. A snort was given as a warning of her presence, though no doubt he could smell the scent that seemed to be emitting from her backside. What is this scent? Snout rose again as another scent hit her nostrils, eyes darted around, refusing to turn her back on the scrawny creature she spotted a dark wolf not far from them. Hmm, what is this we have here? Grin formed as it seemed more and more were coming at the word of The Crew's return. The once proud, respected and most feared pack walked the lands once again. A new queen leading them with the guidance of the red queen, Antics. It seemed Nakisai had many female companions in his time, never seeming to settle down with the one bitch, curious indeed.
Holster. One fish, two fish, three fish! NO, just one! One disgusting and pathetic paraphyletic creature dangling from his tightly sewn maxilla. The lifeless water dweller was quite large, it hung lifelessly with pieces of its own flesh peeling off in rotting flecks. Nothing about this organism looked appetizing not even a little bit. Unless one was fond of their prey to be ingested with miniature maggots and flys- this was not the meal for you. As Holster trotted his marry way into wherevertown; long maggots fell from chunks of greying flesh. The perfume of death could even be smelt over his own, which was impressive in the first place. The fish had been baked into a moist, decomposing clump and it was a present! Blackened gums were peeled slightly to allow drool to pool from the fleshy sides of his mouth. Pants could be heard as they exited his gooey nostrils. He had paused his travels for- well, this! This glorious looking entrance. Voices slithered through his mindset and before he could put one more paw frontward. Twas' about then he smelt the 'new' queen and her scent. It seemed her marking tactics had been escalated to more than once a day. Teehee- it was all his fault of course. A smug look would have appeared on his face, especially since she looked offended at his presence but before Holster could give her his present. A wind. A scent so pregnant with dominance it stunk over his rotten prize. Breath was paused and Holster listened to the wind quiver in fear. Usual go-lucky attitude quickly switched as bi-polar mentality stepped forward. Danger. Danger. Danger. It was coming closer- like a shadow parched of darkness it was looking for something, what could it be? Strengthened limbs pushed through the elongated blades of grass. Toes mingled into the vegetation. Alert. For once being here on this tainted territory... Holster had shed his mask of a clown- and now stood a silent assassin. It's coming. Jaws clenched onto the fish. He could feel the bones against his teeth as he swallowed a lump of sour flesh. Hol could have sworn he saw Lucifer himself peered into his void-like eyes. For a moment, there was a stop in time. Holster assessed the situation quickly. His eyes flicked over the construction. Holy fucking GOD- okay, well not god. SATAN. Out from façade screamed neon red triangles. It matched, the towering figure, the hackled neckline- this. NOW THIS was part of the REAL legend. THIS was what Holster had been talking about. Not some nilly-silly queen! With a squeal of horrified excitement he trembled in terror! It had been a while since he had felt so frightened. The anxiety quaked his bladder. Nomad dropped the fish at queenie's feets and he trotted ever so boldly to the shadowy beast. "Ohohohoho! Oh!" He yipped. A sneer lifted at gums exposing yellowing fang. "IT IS YOU." An obnoxious sniff was inhaled - a nice distance away. He not dare go too close. He hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.
Revenge.What the fuck? What in the fucking fuck? Exhaling through nostrils, snorts emitting as gaze went over each one. That one smells like shit; the rotting osteichthyes did not help this poor creatures case. Oh for fucks sake it was coming closer! But alas, this beings plague would not stop colossus from the mission the burned inside membrane. But that one, some cunt, emitting the plague of Nakisai; though it being faint, it still burned through nostrils. "Well isn't this some shit." vocal cords emitted, voice cold and monotone as she was now permanently locked in embankments of memory. Good thing that this little manged being knew to drop that rotting carcass to her, it's probably all this bitch deserved; clearly he is smarter than what image gives off. Who was this whore and why did bare the oh so noticeable triangles yet they offer such mockery from any ordinary Nakisai kin? "What in the fuck are you suppose to be?" vocal cords erupted again as he demanded answers. This isn't at all what he had in mind. This little fem better choose her words wisely.
Syledia. Black bitch watched as the vile smelling creature dropped its rotting fish and excitedly approached the black figure, an expression of disgust fell over her face as she glanced to the fish. Turning her attention to the back beast again, he stood tall with the confidence shed seen in Crew members many times now. It was marvelous and fascinating at the same time. Syl had witnessed the same fear emitting from the red Queen who was now her second, her beta and her mentor. Grin was still plastered upon the new queens face as she began to approach. One black paw in front of the other. Standing at a mere 3 feet tall the queen stopped making sure to keep both at a reasonable distance. Voice boomed out from the black beast with red triangles, similar to those of her great grandfather. Syl only bore half the triangle that most of the kings kin managed to receive at birth. Her own mother and grandmother lacked the marks, but why her? Was she meant to take this stand? Of course she was, she was a queen. A queen with a desire to lead and to regrow her ancestors legacy. History had been passed down to this young queen, and with many nights filled with stories of the gruesome wars, high respect, and friendships that went deeper than the surface. The Crew was accepting of everyone, the cannibalistic, the aggressive, the kind and the odd. Syledia stepped forward as she was spoken to, his voice icy and demanding. "Who are you to demand answers in The Crew's land?" voice followed shortly after his own, though she did not emit the fear he protruded she emitted all the confidence of a queen in her own land, and he was now demanding questions on her lands.
Holster. Admiration scorched through sphere-shaped orbs the second they pinned themselves on the blackened and colossal beast. Such an impressive stature could only be falsified by his cracked mindset, right? Was he hallucinating? Because that had happened more than once, in fact it happened today when he sang with all the colours of the wind, and painted with all the colours of the mountain. When one remained solitary for an extensive point of their lives, it was only normal to construct friends to detain company, was it not? AND! Wholla! The birth of two unseen dwelled into his frontal cortex. They snaked in sinister paths- constructing Holster's insanity. It was wise of this young legend to be wary of Holster for as always. He might have been a fool but he was NO idiot. Ah! Yes, although terrified of such a legend, Holster was far too excited to let a microscopic thing such as 'fear' get in his way. PUHLEEZE! This disgusting outcast was far too gone to be labeled anything but insane. Fires of endearment slowly lapped the lifelessness out of his expression and replaced with something else... What could this be? Such a sentiment could not be named as lightly as it began to unfold in complex stages. Sockets detaining the blackened eye were shimmering in literal enchantment and a smitten sigh fell from lips. So, it was him! A superstar stood before his very being! A celebrity, no, a LEGEND! Or maybe the sperm of one. Same shit. But, could this monstrous mountain be similar? As Mrs. Queenie took notice; so did Holster. The pride one detained after being blessed by the Crew's curse. Now, came a generation right from Nakisai's cock- a clone. He giggled loudly before snapping his foul lips shut, they were still painted in fish! YUM, It seemed the two of them wanted to talk! OH GOODIE GOODIE GOOD. A poor excuse for a tail wagged quickly, but came to a halt as the revertibration of a deep voice. AND, to his giddy surprise, Queenie responded with dominance of her own. "OH MAN, this is awesome."
Revenge's cavern split, jowls peeled themselves from stained ivories as it cracked into a smirk. Oh ho! This little cunt sure has some bark and no bite. How cute. Mitts raped surface of the virgin earth as pressure applied to them as stance thickened; Posture becoming more upright as she dared take a step closer. "I think if you want to keep that tongue of yours, you best answer my questions first." vocal cords erupted. Stubborn bastard didn't take to keenly to be spoken down too. The stains upon his pearly whites were prime example of this. This land was not originally Nakisai's that's for damned sure. But the thought of him being here, The scent that carried within these lands, That dumb fuck sure did move around a lot so the chances were too high to pass. But alas, all these lands had to offer was this feisty bitch that better learn her place right quick. Glance quickly turned to the manged being, watching his sly movements closer; don't you think they go unnoticed. Hackles in endless layers bristled as crown clicked up, emotionless gaze back to the bitch that stepped at him. "I will address you in anyway I see fit. And for now, you are a bitch pretending to be of kin from Nakisai. Your pathetic markings are clear of that. Now I will ask another question and I except a proper answer this time. So lets try this again. Who are you suppose to be?" If this bitch had ANY sort of brains, she would comply to this questions. Revenge would need no hesitation to rip this whore a new asshole.
Add Zalie.
Zalie spent some time relaxing in a random tree, legs dangled over the sides of a branch as female slept peacefully. Ears twitching as eye lids peeled back and purple gaze drifted around. Up ya go girl, frame was pushed up and scaled down the tree before hitting the ground below with a dull thud. Tail swayed behind her frame as she strolled towards the area of the den. Ears twitching forward listening to the local wildlife as she crossed the water source and sniffed the air catching tail ends of different scents. Walking into the den area she paused at the sight of three figures. Nose twitching she strolled forward with practical ease. Muscles rippled underneath her pelt eyes shifted between the three before focusing on the larger figure. Lips twitched she strolled forward focused on the figure. Taking a deep breath she sorted through the smells and..ohhh so that's who that was! Snort rolled from lips she parted her lips in mild annoyance, tail twitching behind her body as she stood before them watching, "Revenge, you are acting like a spoiled whelp, i know i didn't raise you to act like a spoiled bastard. Honestly like father like son." She growled shaking her body roughly as she strolled towards the whelp she raised and roughly head butted his shoulder, eyes narrowed in a silent warning. "Don't know who is worse, you or naki.." She muttered out before turning her attention to focus on slyedia and the stranger lest to her in mild confusion, appearance relaxed and carefree as she stood there, not feeling scared in the lest you can likely blame the whelp's father for that bit there ladies and gents.
Syledia. Black bitched watched with curious eyes as the vile smelling wolf's demeanor changed much like the other day, he was sane for a moment. That of an assassin awaiting his next mission, it was eerie and menacing. Attention was turned to the black beast again as he appeared to be displeased with her own demand. Seems this was going to be a display of dominance. Syledia had learned in the past week not to back down, least she disappoint Antics and let alone Nakisai. Though the king was not around to criticize her, Antics was doing a fine job of that. Red ear twitched slightly atop the red head of the young queen and just as she was about to speak Zalie joined the group speaking of this wolf as a whelp. Real good for your image Mr Dominance. Confusion fell over her face when Zalie mentioned raising the male, and him being Nakisai's. This could only mean he was of relations to her. Curious indeed. It seemed many of the kings kin survived and were resurfacing. Another uncle was on his way or had he already made it to the land and shed not known yet. If that was the case, why hadn't he made an appearance? Brushing off thoughts of more family Syl watched the interaction for a mere moment before choosing her words with care. Another lesson learned not only by the red queen, but by the cream wolf who seemed to take a liking to the onlooker who was not just watching the scene as though destiny was unfolding before him. "I am Syledia, great granddaughter to Nakisai and Antics. Granddaughter to Orchis and Veyerus." A brief pause given, not feeling the need to mention who her own mother or father was. "I am here to bring back The Crew to its former power and glory, to bring back the memory of a once feared and respected king." shed add before adjusting on her paws. Her confidence rippling from her body with grace. Syl had respect for all former Crew members, Zalie had seen that first hand already. As the black Queen stood before the trio the ladies demeanor never ceased to emit that of a queen. "So now you know who I am, who are you who demands to know who I am?" rip cords demanded some answers in return. Golden eyes locked on the pupil less eyes that bore into her soul the way her great grandmothers had just a few days ago.
Holster. The disgusting odor of rotting fish slowly filtered through the landscape on the coattails of the sweetened wind. Ripe organism had been baking in the heat, causing it to be more than past its prime. Misfit might have fished it around thirteen hours ago- or more. I mean, who was counting? Not Holster, because well, he couldn't even count to begin with. A venomous laughter snaked through his frontal cortex once more. It whispered with sinister delight. Aw, his friends were so nice to him! Solitary male had two bestest, best friends and they happened to be in the form of, well nothing! He nodded to himself promptly. It would seem his absurdity clicked right back into place. Mucus had caked onto his fur as it rolled from his nose. He inhaled the extra membrane loudly and swallowed the lovely taste. MM! FISH. To Holster the scent was a perfume wafting with the harmony of angels- farts and flowers, same shit really. Patience was not included in his resume, it was evident the way Holster fidgeted waiting for the two of them to fight or fuck or something I MEAN well, they were relatives so that would be fucking weird. Oh! How he wanted to scream in joyous delight! Fear licked his spinal cord seductively, for the legend was real! The scent of imminent danger filtered through his gooey snout. It seemed mrs QUEENIE had irritated the mountain of midnight fur. Aw, that fur was pretty! Why couldn't he look like that?! Maybe if you stopped rolling in shit? Oh yeah. He nodded to his inner side again. Frame twitched awkwardly as the giddy outcast shifted- the muscles underneath unkempt pelt hardened in excitement; one could call it borderline arousal. Bundle of nerves burned through vessel as the tension was thickened with a threat. If Holster knew popcorn was a thing, he probably would have valued some up in his mouth RIGHT now! To be munching on anything really because in reality his jowls were clicking annoyingly in excitement. He did have that lovely fish, but it had been abandoned rudely, and after he had gone to so much trouble bringing it here! But, that was old news. Right now, Holster was endlessly amused. Rump had settled upon the grass - a fair distance from where the two bloods had- HOLY SHIT HE TALKED TO ME. "OH MY. You NOTICED ME." He giggled foolishly as the rest of these mutts seemed to have history. "O joyous!" His half eaten tail wagged through the grass. "I think he likes me guys." LOVES ME.
Revenge. Excellent. Supposedly bitch wanted to keep her tongue as her answer was quick to come out. Audits clicked upon crown once an all too familiar voice broke tension between what seemed to be two relatives; Zalie. Oh Zalie. Possibly the only reason why this behemoth was alive to this day as it was her that cared for the trio after birth; Nakisai and Kaw were no where to be seen after. With the brush against his shoulder, smirk that cracked jowls turned into a scrunched look of disgust. Contact? With another being? It had been eons. Ew. Though her words went ignored as this bitch decided to boast about being a great-grand-what-the-fuck-ever to Nakisai. Okay? "Revenge. Son-" Sentence was cut short as soon as audits picked up the fact that bitch said ~Respected~. Hilarious. Emotionless facade was hiding laughter deep within blackened soul. "Son of Nakisai." he finished; Gaze turning back to the one that would squeel in the background. Who was he suppose to be? No introduction was needed as this foul creature already seemed to know of colossus. Interesting. Attention spanned back to the so called Queen. "You. Are trying to restore something my Father had started and you don't even bare the true markings? What a fucking disgrace." Brute was very keen on bloodline, believing that only one of the three from trio deserves such a title. But Achromic was murdered by Nakisai's right hand. And Havik, well who really knew what happened to her. Probably murdered as well. "Good luck in even coming close to what he had, you'll never be anything like him." Not trying to up-talk ol' sweet daddy dearest, but this... runt could never bring the true nature of The Crew back. "Now if you'll stop playing queen for a minute, Tell me where he is. I know that fucker isn't dead."
Zalie ears twitched as lips twitched, tail flicked behind her at a slow pace before body moved on instant and jaws parted as teeth latched onto rev's ear giving a hard tug as vocals rumbled with a loud snarl. Releasing the poor ear she snapped her jaws in warning, "Whelp, what that tongue of yours is going to get you killed." She scolded as she let out a deep sigh before pushing her body forward and stepped between the two. Eyes narrowed as she stood to her full height and looked between the two in silence, "Both are acting like whelps whining for food enough." She barked out in order, turning her head to snap her jaws at rev before twitching her ears listening to the other laugh at something they said. Shaking her frame roughly, nails scrapped against the dirt as bitch turned her eyes to focus on the whelp she raised staring him down. "Your father disappeared, i searched for him but you know how he is when he doesn't want to be found. Now enough out of both you, its like caring for whelps all over again, except full grown." She growled shaking her head as she switched her attention between the two and then onto the laughing one behind her, more focused on stopping one shedding blood then the other lost in his fantasys of she didn't want to know right at this point, stop fight then worry about the laughter another time right? Right.
Enter Caliska.
Caliska. The day had slowly drug by, just like every other. Caliska had decided to leave her home and her pack about five moons ago and she was beginning to think it was the worse decision she had ever made in her short life. Life of a traveler wasn't terrible, but it wasn't all her grandmother had talked it up to be. However, her elder had the company of many friends along the way. Maybe that's what this little loner needed, friends! With a new goal and a pep in her step, Caliska made her way along the trail, like Dorothy walking down the yellow brick road. Ears perked and eyes peeled, the youngster kept a lookout for any potential friends. A squirrel? A bird? Heck, maybe a fish (even though it'll eventually become dinner, but shh)! Oddly enough, as soon as the thought of a fish friend came to mind, the stinky scent of a rotting fish hit her snout, along with a sour face. The smell was so horrid to her that she couldn't help but try to shake it away with no luck. However, it wasn't just the smell of fish hitting her little pink nose.There was also this smell of... Poo? But, under all that, there was the scent of other canines. FRIENDS. Excitedly, the kid jumped and darted in the direction of the others, doing her best to dodge her antlers between branches and vines, but lost in thought about how they would be before she ever even seen them. Caliska was thinking how caring and loving and happy they would all be and how they would be friends forever and travel this land and see beautiful sights and- then her wonderful thoughts were cut short along with her stride as soon as she saw the group. They were mostly larger than her, along with terrifying-looking. Hoping it wasn't too late, Caliska turned tail and made a B-line back to the way she came. However, scared beyond word, the youngster forgot about her newly grown antlers and got them tangled up into some thick vines overhead. Without even meaning to, a loud scream was let out, her thoughts go the best of her and she had thought one of the big mean beasts got a hold of her. With a few strong shakes of her whole body, she managed to get loose, yet the vines stayed latched onto her antlers and covered her eyes. In sheer terror, Caliska darted, having no idea where she was going, all she knew was run. Run and scream. Her running and screaming was cut short though as soon as she realized she was tumbling and landing on her back in water. Water? She didn't remember there being any water from the way she came. That only meant one thing. Slowly, she sat up and moved the thick vines from her eyes, only to realize she had ran back in the direction of the group of scary canines. "... Oops."
Syledia. Black bitch noticed how the crazed wolf returned to the loose cannon he appeared to be when Rev acknowledged him. It seemed this mutt certainly had a few loose screws, but when the time was right he was as sane as the rest. Syl took it all in, and as Rev began speaking again it seemed the fluffy beast was indeed family. Great Uncle it appeared. None he less he cared little for respect or family it seemed. Words of being a disgrace stung a little but the bitch brushed it off, Syl had the blood of a king. A king that ruled this pack for quite some time, he had power, respect, and the loyalty of many of his members. And in time Syl only wanted that. To bring a family once torn apart back together. "I do not wish to be Nakisai, I never said I wish to be him as he ruled The Crew years ago. You should hold your tongue when talking to me in such a man-" words were cut short as Zalie put on her momma pants and attempted to latch onto Rev's ear. Ohwow. Bitch was sure glad this wasnt her mother, but none the less Syl liked how she handled the rude wolf who demanded everything and more just by being the son of Nakisai. Eyes darted to Hol for a moment and Syl grinned it seemed Zalie was talking for them both. Where was the king who all these wolves were looking for to lead them. Could Syledia live up to his namesake, or will she fail? NO! Syl thought to herself. YOU WILL NOT FAIL. YOU CAN NOT FAIL. Words formed in her mind as though someone spoke them to her. Poker face just gazed ahead not letting the sudden voices in her mind affect her actions. She would not go insane, this beast would not awaken her demons. Or would he? Eyes of gold widened as a white wolf- no deer- no.. wait, what was it?; ran to them, a scream emitted from her lips as she ran away, got caught in a bush then ran around again only to fall in the river at the beginning of the lands. Syl just stood there staring, blank stare. "I.. Uh. " Syl was at a loss for words
for a moment. Eyes narrowed then as Revenge snorted and took his leave, how rude indeed. It seemed they just might butt heads in due time. Black queen needed to get that training in, sooner rather than later. That was for sure. She was damn sure though that she would not back down from her new role, her dream.
Leave Revenge.
Holster. Heart pounded in utter delight as blood began to fuel his body's vibrant engine. Heat licked at the edges of his nervous system causing the twitch to intensify. He was just so fucking excited!~ Oh, and terrified.. He was pretty sure his bladder was about to explode as the pressure was starting to nag at him. Elongated limbs were the only things solidified and like corithian pillars they remained glued to the earth. This had caused skull to shake quickly as if he were plagued with rabies. Blackened eyes were ticking side-to-side widely as he attempted to keep up with the conversation ahead of him, poor sockets looked like they'd let his eyes roll right out of his head! Lips had peeled long ago, causing the stench of boiled and liquifying fish to be emitted via his saliva as he panted quickly- breath by pant the stench could be pinpointed. The drool tumbled from the corners of his leaking mouth and puddled onto the rich vegetation below. A whine escaped his maw as he became the victim to his astonished organ. How much more could his heart take? The pulsations brought forth a healthy amount of blood through his circulatory system, which then pushed his powerful heart forward. It rung in hollow rings against his chest as the three continued to banter. Such an event it was!~ Goodness! He was certainly excited for one not even being spoken too, but that didn't even matter. He was present for a moment in history. Generation of kings and queens had filtered through the arena and it furthered his hypothesis. He was so glad he didn't write this one off like he had the others. OH BOY! Gumline peeled revealing those yellowing incisors- their unhealthy mixture of hue was evident that Holster really didn't take care of his health. The mixture of fear and pleasure rippled through his figure as the theatrics continued. Now, this is how he harked the legends. Beasts of all sizes; monsterous and born from the devil himself! As his celebrity exited. The fear dissapated and was replaced with someth-"AHAHAHAHHAHAHA" He just couldn't hold it anymore. A belch of laughter exited his ajar mandibles, they hung as that fleshy pink tongue lolled out of his lips. "AHAAHA HaHAHAHAHAHahahhHAHAHAHA." The laugh caused riptides of tremors to be released through his body as a whole. Vocals carried the insanity through the woodland as it had been silenced. He only paused due to- something!? He shut the fuck up and stood up. The switch to personality had been immediate and he begun to CHASE after it.
Zalie lips peeled back in show as she watched the two silently. Snort rumbled through her vocals as she shook her frame roughly. Tail swayed behind frame as she watched the whelp walk off. Eyes narrowed some at the other whelp as she shook her frame roughly before stepping back keeping her body tensed as she let out a deep groan. Muscles rippled she shook her frame roughly before head shot up to listen to the screaming and seeing..something dart past them in a hurry. Head turned to follow the creature and seen it crash into the water. Blinking in confusion she looked between the two remaining in the area of the den. Nails scrapped against the ground as she turned and trotted towards the water source. Ears perked forward and body moved with ease as she pushed herself forward. Powerful paws pushed against the ground pushing her further as she twitched her nose. Atta girl, it might be harmless! Can't let crack case scare it off yet now can we? Bitch moved past the crazy wolf who she didn't even know the name of yet! Terrible manners not asking for a name, can't call the crazy wolf thing or it well perhaps silently she could right right focus on the noise maker, curse the motherly feelings to all nine hells at this point. Jaws parted tongue slipped out to lick at her muzzle as she slowed to the water and turned her body slightly as she turned her attention to focus on..wolf with antlers? Mah, seen worse things crossed, "That is a good way to get attacked..." She offered with mild amusement tilting her head to the side keeping the thing in the corner of her eye on watch as she spoke to the spooked wolf creature.
Caliska's eyes looked as if they would pop out of her head. She was stunned with fear. They were all staring at her. She had no freaking clue what to do. Run? Nope, too late for that. OR NOT. Quickly, Caliska stood and darted in any which way that freak of a canine wasn't going. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The terror could be heard in her voice as she ran around in the water. But, her attempt to escape was soon stopped by a rock. A dang rock. With great force, Caliska flipped into the water again. This time deeper water. She was completely submerged under water, but she wasn't trying to resurface at all. Might as well lay here and drown rather than get eaten by whatever that was. However, her lungs wouldn't let her stay below any longer and she shot out, gasping for air. Eyes began to tear up as she watched the beast get closer, than all at once the crying and boo-hoos began. Big baby.
Syledia. Black bitch watched as the fluffy male trotted off, knowing full well their encounter was far from over. Syl just hoped shed live to get through it. Laughter erupted in her mind for a moment. No, not going insane. Too much time around the crazed wolf who was now laughing his head off with the laughter in her mind. Oh dear. It was like music. Menacing and sweet. NO. Syl shook her head to stop the laughter inside. Syl walked up to the wolf who was stinking up the place, boy he needed a bath. Bleh. Stance was tall and proud as she stood before the creature. "I wish to have a word with you in the morning in private. Can we meet by the falls at high noon?" voice was businesslike as she spoke while Zalie turned to attend to the screaming creature. To her surprise then the stinky wolf bolted and began chasing after the poor thing. "Enough, there is no need in scaring the poor thing. Zalie, id like to see some of your magic. Please, take this young one and help her out." Voice emitted over the ruckus as the Queen retired to her throne. Leaping up onto the growth that overlooked the dens entrance as well as the courtyard. Grass made the perch comfortable. But sleep would not come tonight, no the Queen needed her rest but she would remain awake, watching, learning, calculating the best actions to take. Syl couldn't be bothered at that moment to deal with a screaming wolf, if anything her presence would make her even more uneasy it was bad enough with the dirty wolf who still smelled like her great grandmothers urine. How attractive. For now, the Queen just watched and observed, trusting a potential new member with Zalie, shed have to rank the lady properly according to how she handled the antlered wolf. Such an interesting creature, Syl couldn't wait to inspect her.
Holster. Whatever had traversed into the waters- it had been unique! WHAT WAS IT? OhboyOHBOY! Now this outcast was excited for a whole new reason. Pants huffed out of his maw as he scooted across the landscape with ease. It was simple really. Holster was more than what he seemed. Whatever screamed by him looked lanky and delicious looking! Oddly in his travels he had not witnessed something such as this. Oh MAN this land was awesome! Glee bubbled in his stomach with a vigor so strong it motivated him to spring over any obsticals in his way. He heed not the words of the queen as traumatizing was his specialty! With his idol now out of the way, it gave him plenty of time to find a new infatuation. Holster's beautiful mindset had now focused on something new in otherwords, and unfortunately that happened to be the fleeing creature who just caught this CUTE mutt's rotten eye. Now, that was something else, especially coming from yours truly! Tongue lolled out of his oral cavern as he bolted towards the animal. Large paws thundered upon the earth's surface and quick limbs were easily pushing his bulk forward at a speed no one should underestimate! YUMMY! OH~ How his stomach roared. He didn't even eat that more than edible fish that had stunk up the territory. But, he did plan to eat the thing in distress- all of a sudden graceful and powerful limbs started coming to a halt. Awkwardly paws mingled with each other as they skidded on the emerald tundra. He attempted to push his ass downward to stop the momentum as he really REALLY didn't want to go in the water. FUCK THAT. As Hol finally began to stop and his 'swift' dance came to an end.. he tumbled NEAR the water and watched as his fun started to drown... Oh. Sadface. "I don't DO water. UGHHH~!" He snorted like some sort of posh snob and turned his head up and pranced away, leaving poor terrified deerface to drown. Thanks Hol, you are the hero we all deserve. What a bitch.
Zalie watched the mutt charge straight ahead. Ears twitching as she pushed her body faster, lips parted as tongue rolled out, she hopped and bounded over things in her way, eyes focused on the mutt that seemed afraid of the water? Interesting note there. Paws slid into the water as she slowed to a stop in the water. Body was given a rough shake as she looked down at the wolf screaming. Twitching her nose she let out a low sigh, "Quiet!" She barked out in order as she stood there, ignoring the water lapping at her legs. "Focus on my voice and move towards the shore, you are not going to get eaten, the mutt appears to be afraid of the water." She said carefully keeping her body relaxed as she waited for the flailing whelp to settle down and not end up croaking in the water.
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