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Post by »Ιmαgε on Dec 20, 2008 18:10:17 GMT -5
Domination v.2 Finally. An announcing of the status, a pep rally for the newly established pack. Xenith strode up onto a nearby rock that overlooked the desert, throwing his head into the wind. Cursing the desert with a deathly howl, Xenith called his sentries to his aid. Their on going mission? Strike fear into enemies and become the most powerful pack that ever lived.
The pack was doing good in their mission, certainly multiplying easily enough. With new recruits coming in just about every day, Xen had his paws running everywhere, seeking out lost wolves to join their cause. The weariness that the male carried didn't show through though, Mitirarch had been helping out daily duties and such. Just the thought of her sent Xen flying. . . Today was the day to officially introduce the Betas and announce the Alphaess to her royal position.
"Power be granted to Dünen!"
As a massive wind whipped across the desert's crests, Xenith watched the wolves follow, coming in to the called command. He was still furious about the escape of Salem, Dünen's previous POW, and he now held a grudge towards that dratted pack. Xen already planned out his range of attack. Attack and take over Amareta. Kill off the Alphas and all extremely loyal. Raise the pups as Privates. Aim his next shot for The Black Forest. The black baron had heard plenty of rumors about some activity starting there, so it would be logical to strike there next. It was only a matter of time before his plan was in perfect motion.
The Amareta Pack half-wits had lied to him, defied his orders, humiliated him as a General. It was pay back time. [/sup][/color] We've got to stand strong. ooc- I used this from another post since it kinda died. Soo, yeah. Post away! |
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Post by ruffles on Dec 26, 2008 21:44:05 GMT -5
Silent and Deadly, Quite the Combination A slightly chilled wind blew at the edge of the great onyx brute's sandy land. As the light wind blew a few coal hairs from a silken pelt blew in the direction of the wind. Large, dark pads pressed into the orangish sand. Twin towers pressed forward, listening to the sound of a distant voice. From afar the brute who walked across the land looked like Xenith, but it wasn't. Silken, black pelt covered the muscular being, salmon pink tongue flicked out to caress an equally black maw. Shiny white canines flashed as the sun's rays caught ahold of the smooth surfaces. Golden orbs peered into the distance searching for the object that had caught his attention. Yes his, it would be odd to have such a muscular female walk through a barren land filled with nothing but sand.
As pillar's carried the great bulk over another dune the he-wolf contiplated the Alpha's reaction to his arrival. He had never been to Sobibor before and this was the first packland he had entered. Once again salmon tongue flicked out to smooth over the top of his coal maw. Flat pads sunk slightly into the loose sand as he slide down another dune. The smell of the Alpha was growing stronger now, another lick of his tongue across his maw, his leather nose inhaleing all of the scents that inhabited this place. Only a few more dunes he guessed, before he would reach the meeting place that the Alpha had set up. He had heared the call for a pack meeting and what better time to introduce himself then at a pack meeting? Then again he didn't talk much so it would be interesting.
One pillar made it over the last dune, followed by the other then the last two. He emerged from the other side of the dune, golden eyes moving toward the onyx Alpha. Slowly making his way down the side of the dune without taking his eerie eyes off of the Alpha, the brute took a steep on level sand and moved a few steps before setting his darkened hide upon the sand. Again his pink tongue flicked out to lick the side of his maw. A slight smirk was upon his maw as the brute stared into the Alpha's eyes. He seemed to speak without saying anything. Silent but Deadly, watch yourself Alpha. |
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Pyrrhüloxia
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Post by Pyrrhüloxia on Dec 30, 2008 22:55:27 GMT -5
Mitriarch
The ivory wolfess drifted like a desert ghost over the golden hued grains that stretched off into the endless distance. Naught but sand guided her path. Until she heard his voice. Xenith's, ringing out from her left, just over a couple dunes or so. She veered off towards the howl, picking up the pace just a tad so as to not be late for whatever her mate had in plan this time.
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