Summer has arrived. The world has been well at peace, and others seem to be trying to take advantage. They believe we are lazy and complacent. We are no such thing. Remain vigilante, friends and family.
Give your congratulations to Maiko. She has been promoted to Blizzard; she earned it.
We also have an activity check going. Please reply so I can make adjustments accordingly. Check will go for an entire month so we can hopefully capture everyone.
As always, if you have need of me, do not hesitate to find me.
:: The o.r.i.g.i.n.a.l Sin :: IP: 124.168.62.14 Posted on July 14, 2014 at 10:27:49 AM by Elijah
It would seem her secret place is indeed inhabited by another, the outskirts of Diveen so long the hunting grounds of a different creature entirely, this sparsely wooded land and myriad of rocky outcrops for so many years the secret place of another. Within the darkened gloom of the den in which he had been born and lives still, the black-headed creature allows the emerald of his gaze to roll open, wild eyes shone with brightened greed into the darkened eclipse of the evening as the sound of another running has drawn his attention. He can feel her heart, feel her breath and indeed the wicked creature within glows and gleams in delight and yet…curiosity. Another has come, come into his home, into HIS territory, this part of Diveen given to himself entirely by Isola to be his own. Others do not come here. The children are warned away and indeed for years he has existed quietly, visited only by Cousin Ava or Heyel and even Isola upon occasion and yet in the years that have passed the boy has become more reclusive still. He rises within the gloom, at five years of age he is within his prime and yet so many do not know of his existence, so many know only of the stories and hushed whispers of the creature Diveen feeds within the gloom and shadows of it’s packs. A female has come, a small female- a child. The white of his pelt gleams like moon shadow beneath the glow of the moon itself above as giant paws press against the earth and his hulking frame rises, muscle rippling and rolling as he stands. He is a giant among mortals, a king amongst men and yet it is within the shadows he lingers, cursed to this place within a pack that barely knows of his existence, a pack he is sure will not accept him and yet he stays….lingers….though none truly know why.
For a creature so towering he moves with silent grace, the blood of the Angel allowing his dark and light frame to glide atop the earth and shadows, each stride so very immense he moves to cover ground near instantly. Emerald eyes as bright and vibrant as his father and grandfather and great grandfather before him pierce the darkness, seeking the girl child, seeking the creature whom has dare been brave enough to enter his home. Sometimes the children come, the brave ones, dared by siblings or cousins to approach his patch of paradise, dared to poke the proverbial beast and yet with each passing year and each gain of muscle and height the male barely needs look upon them to send them fleeing from before him. This one will be no different. This is not a place for children. He guards the borders, answers the assassins call and in return is left in peace to wrestle with the desires of his own nature and the hunger that stirs within his throat and veins each time he scents the flesh of another. He is better left alone, better kept separate until he is needed, until he is sent to finish one target off or another. The work of an assassin suits him, Ava a suitable teacher, his work assuring he remains alone- just as he desires.
He spies her then, the girl child, her eyes wide with amazement as if she has never seen trees or a clearing amongst them, her gaze turned to the stars above as his own follows, white body within the shadows, blackened head alone free of the darkness though he remains unseen still, emerald gaze, reptilian and cold held upon her, the eyes of Tobias within his son. He continues to watch, her form small….so small compared to his own near 200lbs of weight and towering height. For a moment his features shift and twist, something of a….smile twisted into a scowl, as if his features cannot decide what expression to wear, as if his very face argues and wars between two different souls. For Elijah was not born alone. Angel and Demon should not interbreed, the proof so tragically clear within the boy as it seems to natures war, features twitching and shifting until it seems neither is given to win, face left…expressionless for a moment before he manages a snort.
“Why are you here?”
The words are little more then a purr released upon the wind, a sigh into the darkness as he recedes back into the shadows of his kingdom, large paws silent atop the fern and bracken once more as he wanders now to appear before the child, striding from the undergrowth and allowing himself to be seen as he towers above her, pelt as white as the freshest snow, head as black as midnight and heckles the blazing red of the Angels as they lift like bloodied knives in a mowhawk of sorts that only increases his size. He is an unusual creature perhaps, one as equally terrifying as he is….perfection. Each muscle is taught and toned, each limb and feature chiselled with perfection, the boy a true beauty, even within the darkness and lashings of thickened, luxuriant fur blow gently within the breeze as he stands before the child as his paws, eyes of beautiful emerald turned upon her.
“I asked you. Why are you here?”
He breathes once more, steadily, slow, voice deep and yet calm, soft, holding a rhythmically smoothness so sinfully sweet it glides upon the air…..yet it last for but a moments, a rumbling within his throat, a growl of sorts seeing yet another phrase forced from his lips as those eyes suddenly narrow, the darkened, beautiful creature seeming darker perhaps as his lip lifts ever so slightly to expose the whitened daggers beneath his voice….different now.
”Which one of us are you here to seeeeeeee?”
This voice is darker, rougher and yet holds a sinful tone all it’s own, the type that teases at the mind and senses, a smirk of sorts curling upon his handsome face as his head lowers now, a breath released, blasting the child with hot air as his gaze meets her own- waiting.
Elijah was not born alone. Another exists within him and yet it would seem, over the years- they have learned to share a mind and body, though how much control either has cannot be said. Such is the creature born of Angel and Demon alike.
i can feel your heart beat 5 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Alyx, Riven and Sier || No Mate || Never to Imprint || Diveen
Lightning Queen
The Queen of Diveen. She may accept all challenges and block any steal. She is the sworn protector of the pack and all who reside here.
Thunder King
The Lightning Queen's mate and second-in-comman. He may accept any challenge and block all steals. He may accept new members. This position cannot be challenged for but is currently empty.
Whirlwind
This rank belongs to the closest advisor to the Lightning Queen. This wolf can block steals and accept new members. When there is no Thunder King, this rank may accept challenges. This rank cannot be challenged for.
Stormfront
These wolves are the protectors of the borders and are personal guards to the Lightning Queen. They may help to gauge new wolves and are essentially the domestic protector. In certain times they may be called upon to resolve domestic disputes, but generally they are tasked with watching the borders or staying close to the Lightning Queen. At times, information may need to be brought to the Stormfront who will personally deliver messages to the Lightning Queen.
Quake
The Quake is the lead warrior and in charge of the Tremors, who make up the brute force of the pack. This wolf is a protector of the borders and may accept new wolves. They may be called upon to help gauge a new member. They train the Tremors. Haze
The Haze is the head thief and secret keeper of the pack, charged with acting in the pack’s best interest and operating with a low profile. They train the Mists. They also act as a scout, relaying and finding out information. They work closely with the Tsunami. This wolf may block steals. Monsoon
The Monsoon is the lead healer and caregiver of the pack. They are tasked with healing wounds, assisting with births, and making sure that the pack remains happy and healthy both mentally and physically. They may also be called upon to boost morale through storytelling or other means. They train the Rains. Tsunami
The Tsunami is the lead diplomat and peacekeeper, tasked with protecting the pack from internal and external strife, as well as form treaties and ally with other packs in conjunction with the Lightning Queen and Whirlwind. They report directly to the Lightning Queen, and train the Tides. Blizzard
The Blizzard works closely with the Haze, but is more of an information gatherer. They may act as a thief at times, but are largely tasked with spying and scouting, reporting their findings to their superiors. Hurricane
The Hurricane is the head hunter of the pack. They train the Wind and organize pack hunts.
Rainbow
This wolf is the joker of the pack. Their job is to bring a smile to everyone's face and try to keep a light mood. They will be tasked with caring for pups and keeping an eye on them. They are the keeper of all types of fun and games for the pack. Gale
The Gale is concerned mostly with keeping track of the history of the pack, collecting stories and learning of events that might have happened long ago. They might tell history as stories to pups or create events in honor of those who have gone before.
Tremors
These wolves report to the Quake and make up the protectors and warriors of the pack.
Mists
The agents of the Haze, these wolves are tasked with maintaining order through more secretive means.
Tides
The Tides are diplomats and report to the Tsunami, they may be tasked with updating treaties or contacting allies.
Rains
These are the healers and caregivers of the pack, and they report to the Monsoon. They may be called upon as healers or babysitters. Winds
These are the hunters of the pack, responsible for feeding each member. They report to the Hurricane. Snows
These are the scouts of the pack, reporting to the Blizzard- they are involved with information gathering, both internal and external, and may be called upon as guerilla fighters of sorts should the time come.
Dusk
The general members of the pack, those who have not yet chosen a path or rank. However, they are still highly valued and may be called upon for other things.
Twilight
The apprentices of the pack, pups older than one who are in training.
Dawn
The innocence and the future of our pack.
Day
Esteemed guests of the pack.
Sun
Those allied with the pack, to be treated with respect and offered assistance.
Moon
Those who shine down upon us and guide us with their light.
Eclipsed
Those who have proven themselves enemies of the pack, they should not be trusted.
