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out of the darkness comes the knight IP: 168.223.70.166 Posted on July 27, 2014 at 09:27:20 PM by MALIKYE
MALiKYE
Static electricity fills the air around him as the body of another breaks into a space that he had felt had been his own for mere seconds. The beast was a rogue, bound to the pack merely because of Andras himself and his own personal vow to the demon king. As for any others who bore the mark of the murk he resided in, they were merely walking prizes for the cannibal to feast upon. This day though, was unlike others for it was not his own that he had fed upon. Strange things had been happening to the accursed. It all started when he met that stubborn dame, Aithne. The beast’s lips curl back at the thought of the dark colored girl, mind closing instantly before he could picture her face. He preferred his ways before she had come making him feel all out of place and what not.
Movement, and the hackles raise easily. His masculine form remained relaxed though as icy eyes narrow instantly, those flattened ears twitching slightly at the sound of another’s approach. The musk belonged to a male and this caused a low warning growl to emit from powerfully gritted jaws. The wraith would never fight, nor harm any within the pack. This was not his deed nor his goals. He was here for one reason and one reason only and it had nothing to do with meeting and greeting others. He could give a damn about the welfare of those that lurked within the swampy region. His only concern were those that mattered, those that he had sworn to protect and of course, the dark colored girl from before.
No words flow from the other being behind him, simply a pathetic squeal of a tiny morsel and it causes the vampire to dig his talons into the earth. He is reminded of one encounter from earlier in his wake where a high dame had practically demanded that he speak first simply because of her ranking. She had come in hot and bothered, gazing at him with such an intense gaze and practically awaiting for him to speak. He had. For that time was far before the time of now and he was a different beast then. Malikye finds himself turning, fixing those steely blues upon the pale ghost behind him. For a minute, the varg finds his kissers twitching in desire to snarl but he wasn’t in for a brawl in this moment. Instead, his gaze remains locked upon the other, tension filling the air between them as his eyes go unblinking. It is as if the predator has spotted the prey and was about to approach, ever so slowly, before finally launching.
And then he is touched.
It feels slight for a moment as flesh ripples at the feeling of something so foreign. It all happens so very slowly, eyes blink until he finally realizes what is happening. Someone had dared to enter his personal space, dared to touch him in his already tense state. The beast snarls, whipping his head to the side as powerful jaws snap at the air in protest. He wasn’t aiming for the actual being, he was simply lashing out, the built up energy from his feast earlier and the mixture of irritation that had bubbled from the arrogant approach of the other varg caused him to break slightly, so very slightly for the male had so much control. Control was needed when one was cursed as he was. Icy orbs narrow at the dark girl beside him and for a moment his ears perk, believing that the shadow girl was Aithne. It is when he realizes she is not that a low growl emits from his throat, a menacing warning.
Back off.
Malikye finds himself taking a breath, his nose instantly attacked with the scents of them both mixing in the air. Good grief. The girl was grinning, observing him almost and he huffs loudly, ears remaining flat though his gaze seems to calm some. It almost appears as if his eyebrow cocks, wondering just what the hell either of them wanted. If they had come here to assert some sort of dominance over the wraith, they would gain hell. If it was conversation they looked for, they would gain mere grunts and growls for responses. If they had come for boredom, in search of something exciting, new, and strange, they had come to the right place for Malikye was anything but normal.
Tongue slides out from behind sharpened teeth, dragging along lips idly as he merely shifts his gaze away from the seemingly curious lass to the absurd male behind him. He knew this game, and he would be damned if he let the other win such a thing. Kisser twitch once more, hiding the snarl that threatens to break through. He was surprised at his own composure for so long ago he would have been at throats, attempting to savagely rip away the flesh from those who stare at him as tis male stares at him. There would be other times, for they both were on the same team, supposedly. He had other things to take care of, other beings to deal with.
The beast turns one more, fixating upon the girl, "Can I help you?" His sarcastic question is given through a low, smooth, growled out tone. Eyebrow seems to arch, eyes remaining upon her. If she truly needed help with something, perhaps ghost over there could help for Malikye was not the savior type. He was the bad guy, the villain that lurked in the darkness. Malikye was evil.
"hear the demon creep"
IROMAR male . casanova . demon .
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PACK RANKS
Monarch
Pretty simple, Alpha of Iromar. Ultimate authority. What I say, goes.
Chief
The 'Co-Alpha'. He is her equal and has all the same authorities as she does. He is be respected and can take challenges and block steals.
Deputy
The Beta of Iromar. The most trusted wolf under the Alpha. Has all the same authorities of the Monarch in her absence. Second in command. Can block steals and take challenges.
Council
The advisor to the Monarch. One who's wisdom is often sought in matters of politics and war. Not necessarily an elder but someone the Monarch looks up to.
Trooper
The head warrior of Iromar. Shows the most skill in combat and has experience to back it up. Trains the soldiers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Stalker
The head hunter of Iromar. Shows the most skill in hunting and providing for the pack. Tasked with leading pack hunts and teaching the pups of the pack at designated times. Trains the hunters and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Medic
The head healer of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine. Tasked with checking on the Monarch/Deputy after a challenge and also keeping up with mothers around birthing time. Trains the healers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Envoy
The head diplomat in Iromar. Skilled in matters of politics and conversation. Intelligent and witty, this wolf keeps the pack together as one while reaching out to potential allies for support. Council is their direct supervisor. Trains the diplomats and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Governess
The guardian of offspring in Iromar. Skilled as a warrior and alert as a scout, this wolf is tasked with probably one of the most important jobs in Iromar, protecting the future of the pack and Moladian. They can watch the litter while the parents are off doing tasks, hunting, or just enjoying some quiet time. Can serve as guides for the pups, like having a full time guardian. Trains the teachers and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Snoop
The head spy in Iromar. Skilled in maneuverability and blending in, this wolf must be a shadow when called upon. Tasked with finding out information about other packs or wolves when called upon, this wolf must be quick as well as witty, able to make anyone believe anything. Also serves as a thief when the need arises. Trains the spies and serves as their direct supervisor. Can block steals.
Chronicler
The head story teller of Iromar. This wolf has done their research on all things Iromar and Moladian. They can give a good history lesson or spin a tale on demand when the younger minds call for distraction. Able to captivate an audience. May even help with speeches for the Monarch when necessary. No one to train but the pups or even adults of Iromar when they have questions or curiosity about the past. This wolf may even be called upon by the Council at times. Can block steals.
Soothsayer
The seer of Iromar. This is a special rank made specifically for a wolf with "the sight." Consider her an advisor/spy of sorts for the alpha and rest of the pack. She/he can gather intel from outside or supernatural forces. You don't have to believe in the magic of this ability for any wolf with this rank will be respected as a ranked member of the pack. Can block steals.
Warriors- Members of the Iromar army. Skilled in combat and overseen by the Trooper.
Hunters- Providers for Iromar. Skilled in scavenging and hunting.
Healers- Doctors of Iromar. Skilled in herbs and emergency medicine for those in need.
Diplomats- Extroverts of Iromar. Skilled in politics and overall conversation.
Spies- Scouts and thieves of Iromar. Skilled in blending in and masking themselves when called upon.
Teachers- Guardians of the youth of Iromar. Skilled in defense and culture. They shape the young minds of the future.
Children-The pups of Iromar. To be cherished as they are precious for the future of the land. Shape them and mold them into something we can all be proud of.
Members- Overall pack members of Iromar. Not specialized in a particular field yet but just as important to the population.
