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Post by malice on Feb 11, 2008 21:47:44 GMT -5
[[For Royce only]]
The [M]alice in my heart The lands were alive with prey and nature. Everything was blooming, it was simply the perfect season to see the lands like this before it got too hot. Even then the trees would provide decent shade. His pack was currently no more than himself and a she-wolf. That wasn't safe at all, not since a lot of wolves were leaving their original packs and looking for the best lands to suit themselves. Still, it seemed impossible for him to imagine why any wolf would come here unless looking exactly for that trouble. What he needed was some strong wolves, perhaps some regular wolves to lighten up the place.
Seeing them living their lives comfortably calmed his nerves. He was an odd alpha, caring for others and yet resigned to still owning slaves. He had his bad side, maybe to vent it on future slaves. Though, he had no real plans on harming them, his personality seemed to work that way. In the end, a wolf probably wouldn't stay a slave for long here. Sitting on his haunches, he rested himself. He was still drowsy in the morning dew. Everything pleasantly moist and new, he liked the feeling even if he would rather curl up and sleep more. A large yawn escaped his maw, wondering what todays events would undoubtedly bring. May never fade... |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 14:58:21 GMT -5
You'd better run faster than that! Three. The brute thought to himself, his icy eyes intent on his weaving prey. The world was in a bloody red, every tree and every rock rushing by him in a blury slow motion. The only sounds his audits registered were his own heartbeat and that of the fleeing deer. Two.. His flying paws couldn't be any more nsynch, his front two leaving impressions in the melting snow and his back placing themselves directally in the marks of the first, springing his body foreward. Each stride brought him closer to the panicing fawn, it's mother trailing right on his tail. One... Royce payed no mind to her for she was all alone. He would kill her too if she got in his way. Besides, she could always have another baby next spring. Zero! His right paw lashed out, knocking the fawn off of it's brittle little legs, his left catching his body and giving him elevation as he sprung off of the ground, his shadow darkening the light for the young creature before it died. Giving it's eyes time to readjust. I'm so nice. He thought with a grin before sinking his ivories into the throat of the young animal.
When it's blood littered the ground, it's mother slid to a stop, a forelorn look of failure taking over her features. Roy didn't look at her standing there as he began to feast. He couldn't. Those big brown eyes, pleading with his inner soul for him to spare her child. He knew what guilt would wash through him from his hungry belly years before as a pup.
Momma, I'm not eating at anything that looks at me! I'm gonna be a vegita-tar-table! The young pup looked up at her, his tail going at mile a minute with self pride. Whatever, starve then. She stated before taking in his mouthful of food.
Royce attempted at feasting on moss and sticks for about a week before giving up and eagerly scarfing down a few feild mice, not to mention his ever-constant tummy ache. He finished his meal, his maw stained with the life fluid of the fresh food. He trotted off then into the treeline, not daring to give the doe a second glance. He could feel her gaze burning against his back, nearly singeing the fur that covered it. He sighed, although shoved his sadness aside as his stomach began to digest it's fullness. He broke out into a run then, enjoying the air as it rushed by his grey-hued face.
A deep rumbeling started in Royce's chest, it becomming more shrill as the cry entered his throat and erupted inbetween his jowls as he reached and jumped atop a boulder, feeling more alive than ever. He gave himself shivers as the vibrations of his strong voice echoed throughout the overcast, morning sky. Little did he know that the alpha of this land lounged just beyond his pedistal. Little did Royce know that he was showing sheer dominance in another's land. |
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Post by malice on Feb 12, 2008 15:21:26 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Paws of another wolf ran somewhere behind him, his attention was caught in case it were Chained or some unknown would. A shrill cry sounded out and it definately did not saound female. He calmly rose from his resting. His mixed fure prickled and stood on end as he let out a warning growl. He wasn't sure if the new wolf was ignorant to the scented about his land, was purposely looking for a fight. He left his place and faced the new comer with bared teeth, though he was unsure if he was being threatened he made no move to do any harm,"That yap could move the dead." He said with ears laid back, but his teeth no longer seen. The wolf was about his height, slightly smaller and slender due to his age. Other than that the male wolf seemed very capable of causing a nasty fight, if thats what he was even here for. Blue orbs watched the male with mild interest for a reaction. May never fade... |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 17:43:12 GMT -5
He nearly jumped two feet in the air as another voice sounded from directally infront of him. The brujo had been downwind of Royce so his black nose hadn't picked up the masculine scent until he was closer. That yap could move the dead. His words rang through Roy's auds, not having quite the intimidating effect probably wished. Royce grinned, his fangs flashing as the sun fianally peaking over the horizion-line. This yap, he tossed his head, motioning to himself, can be used for other things too, ya know. Name's Royce, stranger. His grin turned into an average, sly smirk as he hopped down from his 'throne', not even reconising that the other owned this land. Royce knew friendship, but not bossy authorities. If this guy was going to try and dominate him from the get-go, he'd put up his fight and be outta' here. Who needs the drama, anyways?
//ooc: Crappy, sorry.\\ |
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Post by malice on Feb 16, 2008 15:52:52 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Malice was slightly amused at the brute, he didn't seem to have a clue that he was tresspassing on Malice's land. His broad shoulders shook with a deep chuckle that erupted from his throat. A few a minute his expression became passive and he stared at the strong male. Perhaps a free roaming wolf with no permanent home? Come to think of it, Malice did need more pack members. This male seemed strong and had a quick mouth. "My name is Malice, and these are my lands." He stated tilting his head, "Royce, would you at all be interested in living here." He asked. He could get to know this brute, and perhaps gain a high ranking wolf. May never fade... |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 17, 2008 22:00:02 GMT -5
Malice, eh? You don't look too....Malicy. He looked at the male, his brow quirked in amusement. He looked him over, his light blue eyes taking in large size and muscle-tone. He was pretty scarred up, but aside from that, Royce felt as if he were looking in a lightened mirror, Malice's eye-tone only a few shades lighter than his own. A mirror, save for the bountiful battle scars. Maybe more of a...Monty or something along the sort. He stated, the wide-spread grin never fading from the muzzle of this goof ball of a wolf. Roy had a history of giving people randomly selected names, and to him, they stuck. When another approached for the first time, and Malice may adress himself as such, there would be Royce, ruining the formality with a random name from long ago. They stuck.
He paused, looked around the terrain further, and noted his surroundings. The trees were a magnificent shade of gold, even in the early spring, and the ground reflected the canopies with easy, holding it's dusty color. He smiled, loving what he saw. A natural palace of sorts. A rock here, a tree there, he motioned with his snout to random areas, amusing himself as he carried on. It this place would be spiff-spam. It's decent though, I might consider it. Why so generous, Monty?
//ooc: Can Jarhead join in with Reid?\\ |
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Post by malice on Feb 17, 2008 23:11:19 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart On any other day, Malice would be on a rather mild temper. Today he didn't even feel like arguing with the brute. Royce had already shown he wasn't here for a fight unless provoked one. Malice should have just ran him out and be done with it. He wanted to check on Dew, his adopted little pup. Her personality was wild, which he liked. A wolf with a broken spirit was hardly a wolf at all. Probably how the whole slavery trait came in, others took advantage of what was there. Monty, what kind of name was that? Malice wore a look of irritation, but let the wolf call him what he wished. It had been a long while since Malice's temper had gotten the better of him. It was almost like some sort of unseen goal.
The broad wolf said nothing as Royce looked over his lands. He almost snorted at the younger wolves minor detail of the fresh land. Instead he just shook his head lightly, "I find myself in need of a second in command of my slowly growing pack. You are young and no doubt strong. The position of beta is open and it may be possible for you to obtain that position if you would like to pursue it." Malice explained. Of course trust was an issue, but if this wolf wanted his lands, he would attack while the pack was still young. Only two other wolves resided here as of current. Adding a male would strengthen this place. Not to mention make it a little less empty. Malice, or nicknamed Monty to Royce, stood calmly. The sleep form his body shaken away, at least he was awake now. May never fade... |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 18, 2008 14:51:07 GMT -5
Offered such a high-ranking possition already? Wow, Monty must be pretty desperate. Roy thought to himself as his eyes continued to wander over the landscape. It rained leaves with every gust, the sky filled with fluttering, golden confetti. He could simply imagine the possibilities, his bulky body shrowded in the cover of the russet-colored leaves when some pretty little gal trots by, unknowing of her own trap as he leaps out to simply scare the living crap out of her. He chuckled out loud, imagining getting snapped by a crying little fae and then apologising with his simply adorable little puppy eyes until she forgave him, so he could just do something along the sorts again.
Snapping back to reality, he looked to Malice once again. Well that sounds like quite the decent offer, and isn't likly one I would pass up right away. You've got yourself a deal, brother. He stated, puffing his chest out to confirm Malice's statement of his obvious strength. |
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 15:21:22 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart is simply that Malice was no short prideful to have a beta. He had a feeling thi wolf would not dissappoint him. Keeping up with the other packs, he knew he must be one of the first and the most in growing. His goal of a true pack slowly comes together. Five members as of current not including himself. "Well then Royce, I suspect you will want to make yourself familiar with this land." He continued, looking toward the lake. Spring was the best time to see it. Though, he wondered if winter could really freeze over such a lively lake. The same [M]alice I feel when I see you [[Meeps, really bad post >.<]] |
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Post by jarhead on Feb 18, 2008 16:14:43 GMT -5
Trotting along, relaxed, Reid took a deep breath of the fresh spring air. Looking around the area, he took in all the sights. From the tall trees with their deep green leaves, to the grass and dirt on the ground. His sensitive ears picked up all sorts of sounds coming from the treetops and undergrowth. Among the noises, he thought he could make out a pair of wolves talking from a little ways away. He couldn't make out words, but maybe if he got closer he could catch the drift of it.
Staying downwind, he slinked his way forward until he could hear what they were saying. Chuckling to himself as he heard the exchange of words, he thought. Wow, a little alpha is trying to get a pack going. Maybe I should take a look. Making sure to move as quietly as he could, the light grey male slowly padded his way towards the two brutes. When he got close enough, he leaped out into view, wagging his tail playfully. Hey, shouldn't you consider all the options before you choose a beta?
[[ooc: Thanks, Malice(Monty) for allowing me to join in. It'll be fun!]]
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 18, 2008 16:37:59 GMT -5
He bowd his cranium to Malice, a nod as a responce to his suggustion for Royce's next adventure. He turned heel, and bolted off with his new spurt of energy. His paws flew over the open Earth with their invisable wings, his talons leaving marks into the dirt beneath as they dug in, giving Royce more lift as he ran. The wind cut through the fur on his face, and it narrowed to fit, giving him a sudden areo-dynamic appearence. The freedom of a free-roamer, no one chaining you to their hind end, it was an amazing feeling higher than any salve owner could ever comprehend, for although unknowing, their spirits had to be knocked down a few inches from the lost, empty look in their slave's eyes. It had to have some effect.
He continued on, not even taking any note if Malice had decided to give him the grand tour, although he hadn't noticed that he had only covered about ten feet of ground before he closed his eyes to simply enjoy the feel. Bad idea. The voice came from inches infront of him, but at the speed Roy was casing the wind, there was no stopping. Attempting anyways, his blue eyes snapped open, his paws skidded against the Earth, but there was no chance of avoiding the collision that inevitable followed. |
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 16:53:40 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart Royce dashed off to look around. He worried for a moment about him running into the other pack members, but that all stopped as a new wolf made his scene. The new wolves words mad him smirk, "Well as of current, Royce is a better option than you are, stranger." He replied calmly, but then he saw Royce dashing that way. Malice shook his head and closed his eyes, preparing for an ungraceful collision of wolves. Today was becoming most interesting. Though he could live without his new nickname, Monty, it felt strange. Not saying the name was unpleasant to carry, just not his own. Already two wolves had invaded his land, how strange. Still, he would more or less let all of this progress. He had familiarity with the new wolf, so there was no need to go rushing into unneeded battles. Has a mind of its own... |
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Post by jarhead on Feb 18, 2008 17:42:35 GMT -5
Completely unprepared for the collision, Reid was sent sprawling. After regaining his balance, however, he picked himself up, laughing. This was the wolf that was supposedly a better candidate for beta? I'd say I'm a bit more coordinated than your friend here is, that's for sure! He laughed quietly, then shook off the dirt that had lightly dusted his pelt from the fall.
Recovered now from the clumsy wolf's run-in, he examined the two wolves that he was currently with. The two looked almost as if they could be brothers, except the clumsy one was scar free. The apparent alpha was somewhat larger than both wolves, but not by much. Looking at the klutz that ran into him, he smiled and chuckled slightly to himself. He then, addressed the unknown alpha. My name's Reid. Yours? Trying to block out the other wolf with his rear-end, Reid sauntered over until he stood in between the two, his tail wagging a little the whole time.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 18, 2008 18:10:54 GMT -5
Thwack! The collision against the new commer's broad chest sent Royce flying off to the left. He rolled, and was agialy back onto his feet again, his fangs barred and fur bristeling. Royce had yet to realize it was his fault until the other brujo's trouble-less laugh filled the serene area. Cocking his aching head to the right, he looked back to Malice before looking over the other. Narrowing his cool tempered eyes as he realized he was trying to mussle in on his new title, Royce padded back over to the higher-ranked, compleatly ignoreing the throbbing sensation pulsating through his frame from the harsh impact.
On his way back, he listened to the other speak, insulting Roy wether he knew he was or not, and by his tones, that would be a not. To himself, he muttered while on his way back to his new alpha. Neayh, my name's Reid, I'm a better candidate, he's uncoordianted, neayh, blah blah blah... The last word was slightly more annunciated, for the rest kind of melted together to form one big complaint of annoyence. He paused in his movements on the right side of Malice. |
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Post by malice on Feb 18, 2008 19:04:00 GMT -5
The [M]alice in my heart In the end Malice opened his eyes to see the entire ordeal. It was very humorous, and indeed Royce seemed to have not paid attention to that one. Still, Royce would learn, Malice would not judge on current skills and disadvantages. Not to mention Malice could simply cry at the comical predictions Royce created. Then Malice wondered about the newcomer, why was he so interested? "Is that an offer? Because as far as I am concerned both of you wandered on to my land unannounced. Whats your excuse?" He said, barely hearing Royce's complaining. It was doubtful Malice would take away Royce's new title. He shook his head again and sighed, "I'm Malice if you must know." He spoke and an afterthought. Is the result of a very bad headache... |
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