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: 124.170.237.2 Posted on May 2, 2015 at 03:34:30 AM by Elijah
He is wary of her space, continually so, though how much may be said is born from respect for her presence and size and how much is merely the incapability’s of his social conduct- of an inability to display affection, cannot be said. He merely offers her space, for he desires nothing from her in this moment, because he is used to his own and perhaps the desire to share such a thing may not come easily to the male whom has lived alone for so very long. He simply sees no need to impress upon her further, he has done as instinct and nature demand, an act he has performed only once before within his younger years, much younger indeed, too young perhaps, for no such children had emerged from that union as they would from this. He is content to lead her, lingering nearby her shoulder with every other stride before pulling forward again if only to place himself just that small portion ahead of her in a dominance most subtle and yet existent still. It is within his blood to be as such, Angel and Demon agreed entirely upon this single point as mind and body move within unison to keep himself forever just that bit ahead of his large companion as instinct demands- though he is halted upon the border, words softer now, the voice of Elijah holding a youthful tone that does not grace the vocals of Ego near so well. For this moment at least however, his soul is quiet, Ego sated within the depths of his mind.
Black ears slide forward, pricked and tall upon that blackened face as Stella speaks, assured thee is no place else for her to return to and that sharing is perhaps not well within her limits. If it is amusement he finds within such words it is surely difficult to tell, lips turned momentarily upward in some indication of amusement before his features shift once more. True humour is rare for the boy, if only by his lack of socialization entirely though some part of him, it seems, takes appreciation for the sarcasm that laces her words before that towering creature moves to glide smoothly back within the pack land in Stella’s wake. He has little knowledge of how to behave before a female, he had no Mother, no sisters, no truly close relation of the female kind save for Ava and even she had found home elsewhere when it was so her son rose to the throne of Glorall. Stella alone had been beside him longer then any other, for none have spent even one evening within his company and he is…cautious of her in this regard though curiosity weighs heavily behind those emerald eyes so green. It is easy to return to his den within the cliffs and grooves so abandoned by others, heavy paws deceptively silent upon the earth, the blessing of blood so pure and lessons well learned within his younger years as he slides through the darkness to his home once more to pause outside the expansive den he calls his own.
Her words, her tone, draw those green eyes towards her own in this moment as she speaks of herself, head tilted slightly in the manner by which he affords her his attention beneath the glow of the moon. The mention of his sire however, sees heckles bristle and raise, teeth exposed beneath his lips in a momentary sneer of discord as some emotion other then indifference is displayed at last. He has never met the Black Prince, seen the male only from a distance and within the shadows of the borders and yet he knows of Tobias, has been hunted and haunted by him for so many years that he has come to resent the creature for whom he blames so much of his existence. Aaliyah had left for him, abandoned her sons for the love of a male whom had never returned her affection- had left him crying for her outside the den he was born within, the very den he lives in now as she returned to her shadowed mate. He resents Tobais- for taking his Mother from him, even after all these years, voice harder now, lined with…contempt.
“Why should you wish to see him? Why should you be drawn to him? He lures females to him to destroy them- it is all he does. He lives to feed and no else- he is dead to me.”
That obsidian face so youthful, so handsome turns from her as he speaks, such words perhaps the most emotive he has been given to offer in many years. He has only just found Stella, he does not desire to lose her to the allure of his sire and yet perhaps this is not all the claws within the Fallen Angel. Why is it so that she was good enough to raise, to keep, to protect…..when he and Alyx were not? It is jealousy perhaps, though he does not recognise it as such, for how can one recognise an emotion they do not understand? A snort of sorts is offered and little else by way of response, voices turned readily within his mind.Are you pleased Elijah, to hear these things? He offers no response, having learned long ago that to speak allowed to voices only he is given to hear is to draw suspicion to himself, the only answer that comes is given equally within his mind.
Why should I be pleased? Why would Tobias choose her over me, over us?
You do not listen, Little Angel, their paths are diverged, it is you whom has taken from your sire this time, do you not see? He surely believes her his own. Yet she is your own now. She is ours for as long as our children grow within her at least. I did not think of this.
Let me speak with her. No. I do not want to share her, not with you
You share everything with me Enough.
His head jerks, as if he turns from someone only his eyes may be given to see, head returned to Stella now as he fights to return Ego to the lock of his mind and tongue moves to sweep across his jaws and capture lingering traces of blood from his meal as his mind focuses once more upon his newfound mate.
“I was born to this land, of Tobias and of Aaliyah- daughter of the great Heyel.”
There is contempt in that word, irony, as if it leaves a bad taste upon his tongue- his own form moving to sit now upon the earth as he speaks.
“I had a brother, Alyx, though I do not know what became of him, dead perhaps, like Aaliyah. She left us for him, told Isola to watch over us and returned to her precious Tobias. He hunted us, his sons- but it does not matter. They feared us, me, so they gave me my place out here, they trained me to guard though Heyel argued against it, sought to have me destroyed before my eyes opened- he feared I would enjoy to taste of wolf flesh. I have been here ever since, I was born in this den. I am alive because Isola will not take the life of her sisters child. Aaliyah’s blood protects me, Tobias’ blood condems. I am Angel and Demon- yet neither will accept me- I no longer care.”
It is true perhaps, to an extent, the childish beliefs of a boy long since squeezed and ruined. No Mother would ever draw him close, no brothers or sister would play, no Father would look lovingly over and no pack would come to his aid. Those are childish dreams and he mind no longer hopes for them- the boy indifferent to so much around him.
“I…..do not need them.”
He snorts softly once more, red heckles fallen flat at last as he eases himself further down to recline upon the earth.
“Do you not fear I will consume you as all others do?”
i can feel your heart beat 7 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Reaver, Riven and Sier || Mate of Stella || 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.
