And so it had been decided. The fates, it seemed, were on his side and he had emerged victorious, his tassel raised proudly behind his spine like a battle flag. The brute flicked it absently before trotting away from the so called fight, although Volbeat had been too much of a coward to even try and mar his ebon pelt. The brujo was pretty sure he landed a few gashes on his opponent, crippling wounds that would bite deep and cause him hell for quite some time. Serris let his kissers ease up into a sly grin as his pink muscle emerged, wiping the perimeter of his muzzle, clearing the dark fur of either blood or saliva, and possibly both. His fangs sat happily within his maw as he bounded on strong legs, hormones still pulsing through his blood like currents in a mighty river, setting all his muscles aquiver. They would criticize him, say he didn’t earn this pack, wasn’t fit to rule it. Serris would just sneer and slice through their virgin throats; the hessian was not a murderous sort, but respect was one thing that had no room for imperfection. That coward Volbeat hadn’t earned his pack either and it seemed everybody was drooling at his paws, so those hypocrites could just go leave his territory before the shadows really decided to assist him. The new Alpha chuckled slightly to himself as he strided towards his lands, long lazy strides. Yes, soon, he would be there soon. What kind of wolves would make up his army, how many soldiers would line up at his silhouette and pledge their dying allegiance? Serris pondered these things with smug curiosity as the damp earth raced beneath his flying form and the trees bowed in a welcome to their new ruler. The moss wept in joy for his victory, be it a shallow one but a victory nonetheless, and the vines twisted into banners that proclaimed his coming and hailed him praises. A raven banked low beneath the canopy of the pines, eying him with its beady black orbs before descending into the underbrush.
He was approaching the pack from a different side than he had the last time he came to challenge and Serris was slightly disappointed to not be able to bath in the river once more before he went to proclaim himself King, but no matter, he only had time to accomplish these things and so many more. His mind began wandering to the future but was soon diverted back to the present as the faint smell of urine entered his ebon nares, announcing the weak borders of Munashii Gekko. Serris slowed to a graceful waltz, turning delicately at the very edge of his territory to run parallel with the markers. His land, huh? The lean he-beast let his limbs hesitate, hanging in the air like a breath caught in its owner’s throat, the anticipation as razors hoping to dig into red flesh or watching your doom as tongues of fire surged all around. Then he was streaking across the borders, taking off at a run the instant his fores made contact with brittle ground. He would come back later to mark his borders but now there were more important matters to be taken care of. The sweet, smoothing scent of the land blanketed him in damp wool, filling his senses with rotting flesh and dense vegetation. The heavy breeze raked through his derma with bony white fingers, branding him as one of this land and this land only. His own person musk leeched into the woods like dye in a puddle, spreading out in thick ripples until everything had been painted navy. The dense herbs rose like pillars around his slender frame, inviting them into their shadows and reaching out hands to greet him, bowing in the wind. Leaves rustled and crashed like waves on a beach, the deep undertones of pointed pine needles against the high shriek of the aspens giving the forest a soundtrack of its own. Warblers and peckers alighted on branches all around or rustled in the sage scrub at his paws, weasels scurrying back to their nests or off to hunt in some other section of the forest. The soil was packed and rich beneath his midnight talons, littered with dead leaves and the occasional yellowed bone. Breathing it all in once more, Serris let a giddy smile leak onto his features, closed his azure portals for a brief second to let the world around him take him in and accept him as Alpha. Beautiful; it really was, and any fool who took these trees for granted would soon be resting beneath them, covered in mushrooms and moths.
Serris skidded to a stop, loam flying up like the spray of the ocean. Now, on to business. Where to hold a meeting. He knew that this would set the tone for his reign, and some stupid little clearing among the trees was way to overdone for his style. No, this male needed something different and uniquely him. He lifted his cranium and sampled the atmosphere, only to find that there was another meeting of souls going on within the pack. Not too many wolves, and most of the foreign scents there did not hold the special blessings of Munashii, so the regal guessed it was a quick meeting called to accept any wanderers into their midst. Ah, so some soul had cared enough about this dead pack to hold such a gathering? That had to say something about the current members of this pack, if any where left that is. The presence of others was fading with each deep breath and Serris desperately wanted to see his lands bustling with fervent activity. Now, any boring Alpha would have crashed that little party, but this charcoal demon wouldn’t let some little omegas show him how to start a party. He lifted his radar once more, found what he was looking for and raced off towards it, knowing it would be the perfect place for his meeting. The mountains grew closer and the trickling of water became a roar as Serris made his way to a river cutting through one edge of the land, not too far away from the heart of Munashii but also not some boring, usual meeting ground. Yes, he rather liked the spot as he emerged on the river bank, finding the area wide and clear so that it could hold many wolves. The brute padded over to the water, lowered his neck and took a long, intoxicating drink of the crystal liquid. Then he waded out into the H2O, the surface lapping at his elbows and filling his underbelly with a cool tingling feeling. This respite filled him up unlike any carrion could and before he knew it Serris had his held back and jaw slack, releasing a powerful wave of sound that drifted about the land and no doubt kissed the borders of the neighboring packs. His call was strong and deep, low and melancholy, proud and excited, all these emotions weaving into one thick chord of sound that made the very air shiver and crack like glass. The new leader’s aqua portals closed to blissful slits as he pushed harder, announcing his glory and the glory of his fathers before him, lifted the cry to the sky to be blessed by the burning sun. He sang for the world and the wet earth beneath his feet, the water coursing around his toned mass and the giants keeping watch all around him. He cried for any who could survive in these lands, any who dared to, any creature needing a home and a strong leader to lead them all into eternity. He could provide, would provide and care and discipline his pack like any good Alpha should, and like Volbeat failed to do. He let everything surge up within his chest and explode out his dial, howled until he exhausted himself with the effort. His land, his pack, his family. And he wouldn’t let any sorry soul forget that.
Exiting the river and shaking his lower half, Serris slowly paced to gather his thoughts. This time he was able to slip into the future and what it held for Munashii Gekko. Yes, he would build an empire, based on respect and power. These lands would be ones to be feared, her inhabitants told in tales all throughout the lands. Most of all he thought about those members that would make up his ranks. Of course he would have ranks in his pack, like any normal family, but he would be different, yes, better. What was gamma but a useless word, zeta but an empty title? No, all of his subjects would have a purpose within his borders, and on this fact he would create a paradise for whoever chose to look deeper than the skin. Blissfully pondering, Serris waited calmly for those who would be first to arrive and those who would be last to arrive, waited for his soldiers and his family. What a perfect setting… The laugh of water filled his sentries as he gently sat in anticipation, a childish smile on his pate. His dark tassel sway happily behind his platform and his paws itched in excitement.
S e r r i s
Demon | Adult | Munashii Gekko | Alpha | Loveless | Mimi
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