something somewhere out there keeps calling
SEEKING RAKUEN
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The first to show out of the few that now stood before the dark ruler was a light feme. What her name was, the monster did not know, but judging by her portals, she was no fool. Amber pools lend him his own amount of precious sand from life’s hourglass and he, in return, does the same. Viewing each other each other. Then it was Darcia who broke the concentration between the two. He turned his apex at the entrance of another varg. This one he had known was going to show herself at some point in time. She had been a specter of his for mere hours, though he had not expected her to actually travel into the territory. She stalked up towards him with a sort of feminine dance-like grace. Yet there was something about her that was… downright wrong. Why was it that Darcia always managed to attract the most annoying company? First Iason, now this wench. Was he some sort of whore magnet? The thought made his lips curl unconsciously. Pathetic. Her words, short and tempemental as they were, intrigued him. Why had they been so short? Did she not have the brain capacity to say anything past four syllables? Darcia gathered all his vile thoughts in his mouth and spat them to his right on the soil. Saliva splattered onto the rock beneath him. Now, if only that were blood, the place would feel a little more home-y. But before Darcia could even think about what he was going to say to the miss who had stlaked him all the from Quarrel’s Clearing, there was a new scent that grabbed the Alpha’s attention instantly. The golden boy arrived with the same air of ‘kiss-my-glorious-ass-or-else’ as he had always possessed. He approached as stupidly as royalty ever does. Acting sexy. Though in Darcia’s mind, the loser was anything but. The monarchs duo toned lookers rolled to the sky and he closed his windows with an exasperated sigh as Iason checked out what members the territory had to offer. Obviously it wasn’t much, but the first lady… tha;s who Darcia wanted to speak with.
When the new tsar opened his windows once more, he found that the slut-king from Hell was staring at him. The heat made the dark male uncomfortable. He was going to burn holes in his rear end if he kept this up. Stupid asshole. The varg crossed the distance between the two and the male grunted as his accomplice in escaping Hell mixed his pelt with his own. His shoulder blade crammed itself next to the Pharaoh’s ribgs and the demon’s lips quivered. This was a faint warning taking place as a rumble in his gullet. He did not look to see what kind of foul expression the opposite colored soldier was giving him. But unfortunately, he couldn’t escape the libretto that flowed from the narcisstic boys lips. So sorry to keep you waiting, darling. Ah. There it was. The sound of a sweet and utterly pathetic… what was the word for it? Oh yes—a beg for mercy. Again, the frosted fag knew his timing and took off before Darcia could speak. But not before sneaking in an inappropriate intimate touch that the demon definitely did not require. He did not watch as his second in command evaluated each of the two valkyries. Most likely he was asking them the temperature of their sex lives. Dirty bastard.
When he returned, Darcia raised his voice, not caring if he was heard by the others, though he preferred to keep his tone a little on the low side. “You brainless moron. You come late and don’t even have the decency to at least be normal looking. Why are you all wet?” He soon realized his mistake with his choice of words and without a moments hesitation, he continued speaking. He would NOT allow the succubus to intrude on his punishment. “Don’t answer that. You didn’t even meet me at the borders and I waited two nights. Two fucking times the moon showed her pale face and two fucking times you didn’t show your ugly profile. THEN. When you finally do arrive, you take a royal stroll around a non-existent winner’s circle containing two ladies. TWO. Here now you have the audacity to sit beside me and taunt me with your strange flirtations. Do not try my patience any further, Iason.” He huffed, having barely taken a breath while cutting on the other testosterone filled creature of the night. Oh. He almost forgot, which was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. “Stop touching me. Go play with yourself in a corner and keep me the Hell out of it.” Now was the time for the real show. Yet there were hardly any people attending it. Of course, in time that would surely change. Darcia and Iason, though the latter harbored some strange idea of having a relationship of some sorts with the former, were two of Blossom’s few very powerful bachelors. One, a dark mysterious fellow who seemed to have an aura of chaos surrounding him and the other… well. Obviously different.
M admoiselles, my name is Darcia. This imbecile at my side is Iason. We are your new leaders.” It was a ‘no shit’ moment but Darcia kept going, ignoring anything that was to be said about it. “Ma’am.” He directed his attention to the one called Iso though he did not know of her title just yet. “You have been shadowing me since my fight. Who are you and why did you follow me?” If she chose to answer, he would listen. If she chose not to reply, he wouldn’t even be irked one bit. It was she who was asking permission to his pack, not the other way around. Then, he turned to the first arriver, who went by the name of Misty (though again he knew not of this). She ahd been joined by another varg, though this one possessed balls of his own. A male. “Please grace me with both your titles… and if you could, anything you know of your past leader. I would like to know which packs may be approached with friendly gazes, and which packs may not be. Yes, that would indeed prove useful. The last thing that Darcia wanted to do was walk up to someone’s doorstep and be attacked because of what territory he came from. He did not and definitely would not promise to live up to their expectations of an Alpha. It should already be obvious that he and his Beta were different in many ways… and no one can ever replicate another being to a tee. But at least he could make the transition to another regal a little more smoothly.And then there was the matter of the other, the one who had hid in the undergrowth, believing herself to be covered and emcompassed by stealth. But Darcia's background would not miss such a vile error in placement. Her scent was too prominent for that ever to happen. Even Iason knew it... and Darcia could tell. When she did arrive out of the foliage, Darcia turned one eye to her and watched as she made her appearance. I wish to join. Is that so.... well, he would have to give her his attention at some point in time, so when he was finished addressing the others, he turned his great dial in her direction and beckoned her to come closer so that she may not be hiding her bodice from the eyes of the others. I Are you sure that is your wish, nameless one? I know not personally of any coward hides until all others have shown themselves. Have you no pride? Darcia had not exposed too much of himself. Nor had he given Iso an answer. Definitely a strange one this man was… his amber and ice portals swept over the trio and he flicked his audettes back, still smoothing his hackles from when he fussed at the pale brat beside him.
darcia
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