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 Black Prince :: IP: 124.170.233.220 Posted on August 13, 2014 at 09:00:58 AM by Tobias
Tobias
the black prince.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
It is with utter satisfaction that his jaws clamp down upon the ruff of the Iromar child, teeth piercing into prone muscles and flesh, tongue bathed in the first sweetened taste of bloodied glory that runs down into his throat in heated bliss and a assures a near frenzy of activity within the darkened hellion, teeth gnashing frantically along her neck and shoulders, driven wild with the taste of the very essence of life, beginning to swallow….as if he seeks to swallow her alive and inhale chunks of living flesh into the moist muscles of his throat as her form tumbles to the earth. His victory is assured, the demons of his mind ecstatic with delight as they inhale the stench of fearful death that has already begun to emanate from his victim, the desire for her flesh…to crack bone and sinew beneath his jaws assuring saliva runs in streams upon her pelt as he bits and tears. Yet it would seem he is to be denied a meal this day, oblivious to the approach of the assassin whom comes on swift and silent paws, a screech forced from his lips as the child is flung free and Beowulf’s form slams forcefully into his own, his hefty bulk jerked violently sideways as he whirls upon the other in violent fury, a scream of outrage roared from his lips and yet his revenge upon the foolish creature whom has dared to assault him is cut short in much the same way, a blackened she-wolf given to fall upon him, her fangs ranking upon his face, piercing the flesh of his muzzle, crimson slashes bubbling to the surface beneath his opened skin as he is forced backward beneath this onslaught.
The words of Beowulf are ignored, lost within the tendrils of his fractured mind, such vocals little more than vile noise against his ears, grating against his mind, only further feeding that madness that has seized him at even the faintest taste of flood against his tongue, a foamy whiteness fizzing upon his lips as he is struck yet again, the whitened female, Calliel, unseen against the white of the snow flung towards him and yet she is little more then a foolish child, large perhaps and yet un-grown. Emerald eyes slice sideways, darkened form of ebony muscle braced against the earth as her fangs seek purchase upon the thickened flesh and pelt of his shoulder, the creature pivoting like a vile viper upon the earth seeking to slam his own fangs into the right side of her neck, to bite and twist, to rip open her throat and let her bleed out before him- else toss her aside like the child she is, to punish her for the blood drawn from his shoulder and the hair ripped free- if it is she has not been fast enough to dodge. He is fully grown, an adult male, a half grown whelp will stands little true chance against him as he snaps once more, pulling away, pulling back until those deadened emerald eyes rest upon those gathered, ears laced back against his skull, bloodied knives born in defiance of their unity. He dislikes groups….dislikes packs…remembers still the pain of Trenus pack upon him and indeed the confines of his mind begin o scream, to ward him a way and yet still he seeks his prize, the blood of the weak one, the blood of Raven whom seeks to bait him still as she hides behind Calliel and Andromeda and Beowulf. She taunts him, maddens him. Heckles lift once more, the wicked creature oblivious to sense, unable to perceive that he is outnumbered in this moment, assured that only Andromeda and Beowulf pose a threat. Yet he will kill them still, maul there flesh, toss them aside to seek his prize and take the girl child he desires. His tongue moves to brush against his lips, that sickening slide of bloodied saliva smearing the contents of his momentary meal atop his muzzle, the scent of a female…in heat….seeing those eyes roll towards Andromeda now as his neck arches slightly, mind seeming ensnared between a desire to feed and a desire to…breed. He moves forward, coming towards them once more, muscle tensed to leap, to attack yet again….
Until another draws his attention, noticed only now for the first time, a creature of white and red whom lingers to the side. Ambrosia. Her initial bark had gone unnoticed within the furore of his mind and the vile constraints of his heinous thoughts and yet it would seem he has seen her now, his motion halted, trajectory suddenly and abruptly changed as his attention is rapidly drawn by the red and white creature. Red and white. Red and white. Like blood on snow….like She Whom He Keeps, his Flare, though he does not know her name….like Aaliyah. Aaliyah….his Aaliyah. Gone…gone away from him…cannot find her. It would seem as if the others no longer exist within this single moment, the darkened Prince of Hell turned from them, reptilian eyes so dead and cold focused upon Ambrosia alone, a single step taken within her direction as her gaze is given to find his own and her head is lowered….dropped into a bow that sees the creature halted once more. It is a moment so rare, so unseen, the Black Prince paused upon this delicate knifes edge as his lips fall back atop his teeth, ears raised forward in some perverse curiosity of this girl whom bows to him….whom offers to him respect….whom bows before him as she should, as all should…whom speaks a language he understands. He continues to eye her a moment, heckles lifted still, tongue gracing his lips a final time……before the bow is returned. It is not so low as her own- for he is superior to her, lord of all the is wild and untamed and yet for this single fragile moment he is willing, it would seem- to offer her and her alone a brief second with which his rage is quelled, drawn towards one whom understands.
A hissing, rasping sound rolls within his damaged throat, rarely heard words brought forth to his lips as they are uttered upon a snarl, unblinking eyes still held against her own.
“Miiiiine….not….pack.”
Those dead eyes roll sideways, touching upon Raven, showing Ambrosia what he wants, before falling back upon the red and white girl as he suddenly starts forward once more, head and tail lifted high, a rumbling growl within his throat still, frame taught, tense and yet the demonic creature does not attack, seems to walk upon the line between curiosity and aggression- coming towards Ambrosia with dominance, one ear turned towards the others should they seek to drive him back from their packmate....the wolfess he seems determined to reach.
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.