SiNDICATE
Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.
Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
It does not take long for the worthy to rise up and respond to my call. As they come, trickling in bit by bit, I stand tall, towering on my crimson pedestal. My cold eyes stare, watching silently, judging, calculating. One by one offerings are placed at my feet. I watch, I listen. Right now, they are naught but lambs before a lion. A very hungry lion. My teal diamonds glimmer in the moonlight, vibrant against the stark canyon background. The crimson markings on my face stand out particularly as well, surely painting a wonderfully horrifying visual. There are no others like me, not in the least bit, not yet. I am bigger, stronger, smarter and far better looking than any other wolf I've ever met. And soon I will make more, I will make a bloodline of fierce predators. And it all starts here. Tonight.
The first to arrive is the same beast that had joined in on my bloodbath of an entrance. My right eye twitches just slightly as I watch him approach. I can't recall his name, doubtful it was ever given considering the uh, circumstances in which we met. My gaze falls to his maw expecting the body of the mother or the pup that I had sent him after. He had been gone quite some time so frankly I figured he had failed and skipped town in shame. Alas, he had failed and had the gal to return... with nothing more than a fucking head. His earthen coat is covered in dried, clotted blood. Messy, careless.... ruthless.. and loyal. There is strength here... if molded correctly. My chilled gaze searches his for a moment. How pliable are you little weasel? I must admit, judge as you will, that every court needs a loyal fool. I think I want to play with this little beast for a bit. If he proves to be useless, I can always just eat him anyway. I regard him again, the head of a buck swinging by it's regal antler between his teeth. The hint of a growl whispers across my lips but I've already begun to salivate at the thought of cleaning my teeth with the rack after the mass meal that is soon to come. I finally allow a nod for him to drop the sad prize and find his place somewhere in the clearing. The time for words will come soon enough. For now he can wallow in his own worry and failure.
Ah, but here comes someone new. My piercing gaze leaves the weasel to search out the newcomer. I can smell the blood before she has even entered my clearing. How wonderfully charming, a little lamb bringing me a sheep. A low chuckle rumbles in my throat at my own joke. And there she is, a large and stout broad dragging a beautifully fresh and.... fully intact kill. 10 points to lambelina. I crack myself up, really I do I stand my ground as she approaches, watching with building hunger and a low burning interest. Females always get me a little more... riled when they can follow orders and well... when I'm trying to start a new bloodline. But *ahem* I digress. Soon enough she reaches my post, keeping a respectful distance, something that our friend the brown weasel did as well by some saving grace. As she drops her sacrifice and bows I catch a brief glimpse of coral auds. But alas my attention is quickly drawn away by the liquid life dripping from her maw. My stomach twists and protests at the mere fact that I haven't leapt from my stone and devoured the flesh already. I must admit, I probably should have eaten something before forcing myself to sit and watch countless kills be placed before me. But, what kind of King would I be if I can't even control a menial thing such as hunger? Besides, these are simple offerings of boring types. Nothing to get overly excited about. I watch in tight lipped, drooling silence as she burned holes into the earth, still bowing. Part of me wants to leave her there, see how long she will hold her will to please. But, that time will come, lots of fun and games yet! So, I clear my throat and, once she has offered her gaze I allow an accepting nod followed by another dismissing her to find her own spot. My gaze remains curious, following her sternly as she took her leave and then hovering for a few moments longer.
Soon enough my iron gaze is drawn away though. For another approaches already, and the smell of the blood that comes with it is new to my nares. This instantly raises my hackles as I stand just a tiny bit taller than before. Haunting orbs find the lass quickly for it is hard to miss a lamb dragging a lion. My eyes tighten and an excited chill runs down my spine. Finally, a contender with a challenge. Oh and look there it's the snappy little lamb from the other night. This one has a mouth that needs to be watched but as an ally.... she will be very useful indeed. For this tigress does not bring me prey, she brings me a predator. And, as she approaches I lower my head just enough to fully acknowledge the vast difference in offerings thus far. She has proven herself capable enough for entry by my standards. I want to play with her the most. An excited rumble mulls in my chest before my thoughts drop the sacrifice. The large cat's dead eyes pop deliciously from the nicely skinned skull and all I want to do is feel my canines sink deep into the tender muscle layer of its face. My sharpened daggers dig a little deeper into the red stone beneath my towering frame before I raise my head and, holding her gaze, nod my approval. We will talk later little tigress, I want to play with you.
Now here comes a demon I cannot smell at all. Draven. The vampire who couldn't be bothered to address me as a king at first. The brute has the tongue of a snake and the wits of a fox, he will prove useful not only in strength, but information and admittedly even amusement. What can I say, the vile beast is growing on me. He has his pet in tow and I can only help but laugh at the scene. This brings new meaning to the tale of the lamb wearing a wolf's pelt. She even holds her own apparent offering in her maw. I watch in amused silence, noting the reactions of the others as the pair approaches, drops the offering and the prideful serpent finally bows accordingly. I nod in acceptance and listen to his, now expected, dialogue. I break my own brooding silence to converse with the night-shaded brute. I allow my uniquely deep and grinding voice to carry low to the ears of those in attendance.
"Gathering indeed Draven. And I accept your little pet's offering. As long as you keep her in check and she proves useful, she may reside here. However, the only name she will be receiving from me is Vermin. Seems rather fitting considering the... midnight snack she managed to bring. "
The sound of tearing flesh is paired sweetly with her sudden scream is like music to my ears as he rips the dried pelt from her own. It sets my little 'ol heart all a flutter to add some drama to the meeting. When Draven mentions his collection I nod my agreement, having my own collection of a different sort hidden away. He turns, addresses the other two contenders and then returns to me. What now? What a funny question.
"Now, we wait. You may... converse, with the others if you see fit."
Is all I offer as I give him a meaningful, bide your time, bite your tongue and wait look. Tonight is not a night about him. Tonight is about me, my tribe, my kingdom, my pack. The serpent will wait, or he will be asked to leave.
My attention is stolen once again though, leaving my thoughts of the vampire behind for now. A somewhat familiar face had entered my clearing. A kalak that I had met just days prior. He had been accompanied by another... painfully pathetic seeming kalak at the time but it seems she isn't in attendance this time. At least not yet, best not to get my hopes up that he had dumped the waste of space somewhere along the way. What is it with these wolves and their precious weakling pets around here? Is it some sort of game? A fetish perhaps? ugh it makes it just that extra bit difficult to discern the strong from the weak. If they are able to force these weak insects to bring me an offering to avoid my vicious judgment then I do believe I'm going to have to think of something a little bit more fun. Just to eh... cement my decision. I don't want to leave room for errors here. Only the weak make errors and I am far from weak. I am practically divine. What's that my ebony nose has picked up? Another predator kill? A devilish grin spiders its way along my leathery lips as the kalak tosses the large cat at my pedestal. Something like this indeed. So the little tigress has an equal competitor it seems. How delightfully delicious. My own veins are humming with anticipation of the night yet to come. So many vastly different wolves.
Oh? And is that another approaching? It is, it is indeed. oh, no wait... just a measly little mouse come to join the ranks of wolves. Cute. My glare could burn holes through her flesh as I watch her approach, make zero eye contact or acknowledgement to me, and then drop her sad little vole amongst the rest of the kills before practically running to the leapord's side. Distasteful. If it weren't for the fact that she somehow managed to bring me what I requested I would have slit her throat and drank her life force away on the spot. We will see if she survives the next part. My expectations are not high. I offer a dissatisfied glare to bother her and her drastically different counterpart before raising my eyes to what will be our final contender for the night.
What a unique site this one is. Ebony coat with spots of blond, unkempt, full of angles. A twitchy mess of a fae it seems. Well color me fucking interested because this little lady seems like some kind of bottle rocket. I tilt my iced glare to her, watching as she scurries her way across the clearing, shoving past the bloodied brown weasel, laying stunned eyes upon the serpent. All the while her attention on me. Gosh I do love when the attention is on me, such a riveting feeling. I mean, I obviously deserve it. Someone has to stand in the limelight and help guide the little lambs on the path to powerful glory. They're just lucky I stepped in when I did. I'm saving the future here. *ahem* ah yes, the twitchy little lamb. Her offering is small, unimpressive and messy, but for some reason she has my attention. She drops her sacrifice amidst the others, hackles raised amusingly along her prominent spine. I have to wonder if she is weak, sick or simply... crazed. But her purple irises intrigue me, the way she barks her my gift (say that in a mocking baby voice, it's better, I promise) somehow tells me there may be something useful to the lamb. She reveals a strange... eh... smile? (can that really be called a smile?)... whatever it is I like it, she's some sort of wild. Seems like a fun toy at the least. I bring prey, I skin head ahahaha oh child yes, yes you did you sad little dumpling. She turns to face the other with her wild little smile, watching them. *sigh* I suppose this is enough to start with. Let the games and education begin. Welcome to Sindicate's world kids, buckle in, it's going to be a wild, murderous ride.
I clear my throat to catch the wiley witch's attention.
"Find a seat little mouse"
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Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.
Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakian || Adult || 2,691 words
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