At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on April 17, 2016 at 01:14:42 AM by Dante
the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who __________________________________________ Their time in peace was coming a gradual end. Their word and pledges brought each one of them closer to danger. And with each word spoken aloud, attesting to their cause, the fiery feathered Queen felt the building weight of their lives. Each one became a capsule, their names in a font unique themselves and inside Dante could see the flickering flames of their heart and soul. Nimueh’s flames weaved and licked at the edges, threatening to break loose upon Dante’s own little hearth of embers. But each flame was lit with a burning bite of intelligence and to counter Nimueh was the soft flickering flames of Rodan. His heat waves radiated a quiet confidence, not to be underestimated by any means. And then there was Dakota, the gentle glow of embers softening the light which emanated from the depths of his being. And surrounding him was a light tone of humor and a curiosity to know and understand. Even in her short period of motion and sound Dante had managed to gather a small bundle of energy from the lady Rae. Though there laid only the foundation of a fire, Dante would be sure to ignite it. This ivory lady would be no exception from her family, even in the face a doubtful member. Quality over quantity I did always say. Dante made a small retort on the behalf of the arriving woman, You ought to choose your words wisely Nimueh. This woman might hold your life in her paws and that ought to give you a mind to think twice before insulting her. She arched a brow at the Iberian woman, almost daring her to challenge. Tension before a battle begun would result in untimely deaths, and the Ethiopian woman was not about to let the ivory woman’s word ring true. Dante would do everything in her power to keep the reaper from entering her sanctuary, these wolves’ lives were hers to protect now. And should any of their flames be extinguished then Dante would have failed on their behalf. And she was not about to let that happen. Dante listened with dedicated intent to each of their pledges, knowing that if she wanted their devoted attention she would have to give her own. Each of them pledged with note of finality that bonded them to her. The glowing light of their internal flames licked at the embers of her heart, bringing to them a flash of brilliant light and in its wake a blaze that burned away the darkness. The fiery feather woman was their guiding star. Her ambient, impassioned aura surrounded not only herself but the wolves around her. Its tendrils weaved through each of their own atmospheres, lacing and interlocking, from Nimueh to Dakota, and Dakota to Rodan, then Rodan to Rae. And without acknowledgement she found herself intertwining the success of the pack into Seraphina, her darling little sister. Who would find disappointment in the true part that she played, but somehow Dante would make her understand the importance which she held. From her birth Seraphina had always been of greater importance than she ever seemed to realize, but Dante knew that the sort of pressure that would have come upon Seraphina should have never been hers to bear. Dante had never intended to leave Seraphina, but upon the word of Conan she had had no other choice. Lest she face death at the claws of murders, as her parents had. It had been no secret that the tragedy that had befallen her parents was no mere freak accident. But Dante had to push away the roiling anger, focusing her violet swirled storms once more. Her auds swiveled, attentive to the responses she had elicited from her gathering. And in an orderly fashion, like knight’s of old, they spoke up in succession. And even though her frame had slid from her grasp, Dante could still feel the emanating heat from Nimueh. Their gazes held steady once more. The rest of the earth seemed to fall to oblivion as the Daemon Queen looked into the fathomless pools of transparency, her whole being seemingly absorbing each resounding syllable. So, fearless leader, where to do you lead us? To seventy two virgins awaiting our approach eagerly, ah yes what a daunting task? Oh no, that's right we are going to our death instead. Ah, well, to die would be an awfully big adventure. Lead on then, mi amore, though perhaps you would first be so kind as to regale us with your plans for war? Dante lifted her lips into a small smirk, her eyes scanning down the length of her petite figure. Suddenly the flames of Nimueh’s spirit were against her own, the tingling sensation trailed down her jaw line. Its effects lingering even as the Iberianess offered up her true talents. All good plans, to be sure, but even so, one strike from their powerful paws would cause serious damage, and I would rather not have your canvas be torn. Tell me, is it not spring, nearly summer? I imagine you have plenty of hives in that territory right now. It would be a real shame if we happened to hit one of them - home run - into the bear's face. A real shame if he couldn't see. Dante blinked, a look of surprise and commendation blurring together across her façade. She smiled wholly, dipping her crown towards her pepper flecked lady, Ingenuity will certainly help keep us from definite death, but alas I cannot provide seventy-two virgins, either way. Dante winked playfully, I have surveyed enough of the land to confirm the existence of such hives, and it would no feat to organize such a plan with your expertise, Nimueh. The fiery feathered woman took a last glimpse of the slim faerie, before turning her attention to the next speaker. It was the nameless ivoro that had absently bantered with Dakota over their nonexistent dominance, I, Rodan, have no suggestions that are as brilliant as that. My talent lies in combat and the quick thinking that goes with it. I can distract the bears, or attack them if need be. Dante dipped her crown in thanks, Rodan, it will be your expertise in battle tactics that will aid in our expedition. And once I have gathered all our collective thoughts I will be able to place us by ability with better judgment. the Ethiopian woman spoke with clarity, her last phrase aimed more for the entirety of the group, because once she delegated their parts and tasks she would be off to put into place her final piece – Seraphina. When Nimueh had teased her, Dante had come to realize that Seraphina would be the safest in the embrace of another pack. In addition it would secure the new Queen an alliance that would be more than necessary for their rise in Bright Moon. But there was still one more voice begging for her attention, I like the idea; it’s clever and uses more than just our bodies to combat our enemy. Well done, ma’am, but I also think it’s incomplete. We’re not taking on another pack of wolves here; we have to consider the enemy. I’m no expert on a bear’s daily life or anything, but I do recall that bears like to eat bees or maybe the sweet gold that the bees make, whichever. The point is, bears like to dig around in beehives. I don’t think it makes sense to assume they’re immune to the bees, just tolerant maybe. I think the hive would serve as a distraction at most. Definitely something we should utilize but we shouldn’t count on that to be the end of it… Dante raised her brow surprised by his take and spin of the words of the Iberian woman, incomplete being the word that surprised her the most. She almost had the heart to laugh, but the deep concentrated furrow of Dakota’s brow told her he was as serious as any in what he was saying. And Dante was not about to keep him from enlightening them. She perked her auditories, listened to the gentle cadence of his voice as he spoke on a more tactical point. Intimidation was his first point, making it obvious that this was the plan that seemed to hold the least amount of injuries for the group, but only if they should succeed in their first shot. And what he said next was a notion that would have never in a million years come to her mind – speaking with the bears. Dante immersed herself in the thoughts of these tactile movements and the muscle of the group, toying with the overall layout of the plan in her mind’s eye, when she caught to sight of shrugging shoulders as Dakota dipped his way out of the speaking position. And she turned to Rae she realized she was going to receive no further words. It was her turn to relay plans, I will agree that as a collective breed we have lived with bears for many more moons than we would care to count, but we cannot dismiss the fact that this predator had already been attacked once before. The extent of this damage is unknown to me, but in light of that I would hope that should there have been any open wounds they would have filled with infection by now, effectively weakening our opponent. But we cannot count on this either. But to my point, we must assume that this aggressor will likely charge us, because he is facing a danger he has encountered once before. In this battle I intend to chase it away before we resort to killing the creature. __________________________________________ maintain their neutrality in time of moral crisis;; | Child of the Inferno | Shadow of Alesana | |
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