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Post by Amai on Jul 27, 2014 15:42:49 GMT -6
and the princess walked down to her newly accumulated territory to call her first cult's meeting. The ground underpaw was rough and rocky but would soon become a well used path. The leader's violet orbs scanned the silent forest with a wicked grin. She stepped through the entrance and came to stand in the middle of the camp. She jumped up onto a stump and let out a long howl.
OOC: I just decided to make a thread anyway :3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 15:57:22 GMT -6
| Amai, please remember that violet is an unrealistic eye color. Thanks~ [Drought] |
Stygian was quite knowledgeable about all of the packs in the forest. He knew where they lived, whether they were hostile to outsiders; that sort of information was easy to find. Yet there was supposedly a new group, one that did not call itself a pack at all. Despite the fact that the Eurasian wolf hated those who wasted their lives playing follow-the-leader, this cult definitely sounded different. Hoping that it might be a way to gain allies and take down the other, larger packs... he had decided to tag along as an omega - or as the rank was called in this cult, a stooge.
He'd been nearby when the leader of the group gave a howl. Within several minutes, Sty had trotted casually into camp. His tail wagged slowly and a faint smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.
"You called?"
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Post by Amai on Jul 27, 2014 16:27:42 GMT -6
Amai's eyes took in the sight of a dark wolf join her solitude. He wore a sly grin and his tail wagged with purpose. I did. Welcome to our camp no name, she said coyly. She looked at the brute with hard eyes trying to figure out his strengths. She was turning into her teacher, Hellhound. This wolf sort of reminded her of him, well in his younger days. Have you ever heard of a wolf called, Hellhound? She asked curiously.
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Post by Matana on Jul 27, 2014 19:08:05 GMT -6
 NO I CAN'T SLOW DOWN
I CAN'T HOLD BACK
THOUGH YOU KNOW I WISH I COULD
NO THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED
UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD
A large black female wolf answered to the summoning call. Her body was tough with muscle and covered in scars. Her honey brown eyes rested on the white female who stood higher then them all, clearly the alpha. She was speaking with another wolf Matana didn't know. Her attention turned away from the two and towards her brown furred companion whom she had joined the pack with. Seeing that the other two were already in a conversation she didn't but in. Sitting down, she waited to see what all was going on with this group of lone wolves that had just been put together.
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Post by Rhyme on Jul 28, 2014 2:51:56 GMT -6
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT? I yawned as I stepped away from another makeshift sleeping area. I wasn't a morning person. How terrible of these people to awake me so early. I clicked my tongue in a rather bad mood from having to walk towards the annoying sound of a growing closer howl. I pulled out my cards, not physically or literally, and played the poker face. A joker's face you could say. An emotion only known as happy would be displayed.
A "obviously in charge" female stood. My eye gave a quick calculative glance over her, finding no interest in the wolf as boring as I. She held no special quality to me, her coat white and plain. The wolf she was talking to made me let out a little sly grin. Stygian. What a wonderful creature to remember. A spy as myself, keeping wits about."Hello, hello. Why not welcome me to the show? I am Rhyme and I can guarantee an interesting time," I said with a kindly voice, walking forwards towards the alpha. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 3:00:50 GMT -6
Huh, so he was going to be welcomed even as a low-ranking wolf? Interesting. Amai's words reminded Stygian that no one here would know his name. Chances were that they wouldn't get it from him anyway - the cult's members would have to think of something suitable to call him. Yes, this would make for an excellent little game. Not really caring that the leader was eyeing him up, the Eurasian adult responded after briefly considering whether or not he'd heard of the aforementioned wolf.
"I have heard the name mentioned, but only in passing," barked the stooge. Shrugging nonchalantly, Sty glanced over at Matana when she arrived. He tossed a grin at her, hoping that the black-furred female would come over and speak. Two might be company, but three was a crowd... and he loved crowds. So much chaos could be wreaked whenever a large number of wolves gathered. He was getting a tad excited by just thinking of the possibilities. But of course, he wouldn't unleash havoc upon the cult and its members. Not yet, at least. He had yet to decide whether Joker's Cult would suit him or not.
A fourth wolf soon appeared; another female at that. He recalled Rhyme from their previous encounter, but did no more than twitch one of his fuzzy ears to acknowledge her presence.
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Post by Amai on Jul 28, 2014 10:02:23 GMT -6
Amai eyed each wolf as they entered. She was almost oblivious to the fact that no name had answered. She looked at him as she jumped down to their level. Next to them she looked tremendously underweight, but she smiled wickedly at them all. She looked at the wolf she called no name and in a pup-like voice she answered, He was king of this forest, and he will always reign. She gave a slight giggle at the end to punctuate. She walked to the second wolf that entered and gave her a sly grin. Then a reflection walked over to her spouting funny things. Welcome. She said in another fit of giggles. Amai was losing it. She felt it but, she needn't have time to care.
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Post by Red Dawn on Jul 28, 2014 15:45:17 GMT -6
she was padding thought the dark forest the shadows were her friends she liked to be alone at times but as soon as she heard the howl of Amai her newa leader she headed in the direction of then new pack grounds, as she grew closer to the heart of there terecctory she sented a few new wolfs she smirked for a moment she concluded that there three females and only one male that had come to the commanding howl so far.
she edged in the shadows for a few moments until she could tell whom she could not trust, she had a way with (reading) wolfs she was nicked name the (soal searcher) she seemed to be able to read others thought there eye all she did was pick up amotions and looks form others and with a conclouin she would figuat out what they had on there mind of if they just were plain annoying. as she studdyed the group from the shadows she picked up that the male had ambition and was not to sure of joining the pack, the black she-wolf seemed to feel not to welcome, and the wolf that went by then name Rhyme just seemed happy and kind a little to much for dawn.
she chuckled at the leaders remarkes to the other wolfs she then moved from her dark and shady spot into the sun and the rought ground she had a twisted grin on her face and hardend eyeys she wold not show any thing to the other wolf here she moved her way to the group like ribbon she stepped gracefully do to her long earthy legs she was also quite young compared to a few of the others here yet she held a good rank she was well built and very igile campared to many others, but she was not very trusting of others but with her back round it was not to suprising. she sat at the edge of the others for a moment to only listen to the rest. she then with a sweet and silky voice added "well well well, some did show" she had a hint of a chuckle in her soft voice. she settled on the ground with her paws out streched and continued to watch and waited for a chance to meet the others.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 2:36:52 GMT -6
Stygian had to stop himself from wanting to vomit when Amai spoke of this HellHound character with such reverence. Revolting. Blindly pledging eternal allegiance to an old creature who's probably dead by now? I don't understand how any wolf can act this way... We are not sheep.
Narrowing his eyes slightly at the pack leader's giggling fit, the Eurasian spoke up again. "What exactly did this 'king' do?" he questioned dryly. Might as well figure out what on earth had gained the old canine these sorts of followers.
Another member of the cult barked something in greeting, and Sty glanced over to look at Red Dawn. More females. He was starting to wonder whether he was the only male in Joker's Cult...
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