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Mature "regrets? i've had a few." [BIRTH]
Posted 03-11-2018, 09:51 AM |
Axel
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Pain... It was sharp within her. A certain pain only rivaled by death, the agony of rebirth. Of giving life to the holy ones above... Pain. Axel was used to it, even craved it after her wayward son's departure from these lands. As the Frei bitch carried her heavy frame throughout the God-marked trees though, she wanted anything but this. This scalding sensation and cramped ripples throughout her body. It was too much, or perhaps too little for the crimes she has committed. The crimes she enjoyed doing.

As Axel reached the dead center of Doutaini Willows, she collapsed carefully, falling onto her right flank, just so the damned children inside weren't harmed. Afterall, she needed to pass them off to another. One who could care for them better. Those maternal, calculating thoughts were then washed away by a sudden cramp, the painful so far. It's time, she huffed, taking the pain, and warping it into her own version of pleasure. As Freis did not flinch in the face of Mother Nature, nor did they shy away from their dut, and wasn't this just another one of Axel's duties? The Frei empire may have fallen within Doutaini, but it lived on through her own resilience. Another gasp and subtle jerk of the figure, blood slicking her thighs, crimson eyes shutting closed firmly as her jaw sets. Too much blood. Far too much blood. Now it was truly the grand finale, and Axel just wanted it to end.

-skip-

Her sweat-slicked frame finally loosens, as she laid limp on the ground, with two small bodies next to the vixen, nursing furiously. Axel felt weak... Weak and tired. Kämpfer. An amused curl of the lips, not even bothering with the stillborns. They didn't fight hard enough, they weren't worthy. Her blood-red eyes trail over her two surviving pups, a male, and a female. Although they both seemed undeniably masculine. Still, it wouldn't hurt to mix up the style of names Frei people typically chose. No need to be traditional, as she wouldn't be in these pups' lives much longer. Ines Frei, Axel cooed to the firstborn. A strong-willed child, with the clear build of an Endomorph. You'll go far with that strength. Then she peers at the next pup, a skinny thing, with the genes of his father, but undoubtedly destined to be larger than his sister. Supple, just like his father. His heathen-bound father. Belleme Frei. It was whispered, rasped as Axel tries to resist the lull of Heaven. The need and desire to sleep. Because if she fell asleep, she might not wake up.

Axel will be dying from blood-loss in the next post<3 Anyone is free to enter and take the children!



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Posted 03-11-2018, 10:39 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

Something about her scent had been familiar and unsettling, but he didn’t know why. She was pregnant, but that wasn’t the cause of his unease. She was alone, but that wasn’t the reason for his interest. Kynaios followed her trail silently, moving slowly and cautiously, keeping both ears up and one eye out for trouble. Rebel senses primed for any sound, any movement, any smell that suggested she was not as alone as it seemed.

He finally found her dead center in the Willows, slicked in blood and fluid, propped on her side. Two shapes cuddled next to her, nursing. The stillborns lay untended in the grass. He remembered everything. The Waterfall. The slave girl. The two clucking hens and strutting rooster.
Kynaios dropped his head down in front of his chest and padded slowly closer, slouching and catlike. To say the scene didn’t remind him of past women in his life would be a lie, but it seemed he was growing inured to such things. From the looks of it, even if he called Famine, she wouldn’t live for much longer. There was too much blood. All hunters would know it. He stopped a few feet away, studied the babes at her belly, then flicked his gaze on her face. The high cheekbones and carmine eyes. Even in such weakness, she looked proud to the point of arrogance. Unbreakable. Did she know where Scorpius was? Elf? He narrowed his eyes.

“What are their names?” he asked simply. Your legacy. He didn’t care to know hers; nor could he ask about his brother or Elf (he was sure she wouldn’t tell him anyway if she knew). But it was perhaps the one comfort he could offer in the heartbeats she had left to give – the cold condolence that her whelps would have a fighting chance.
Axel - quick post, hope you don't mind :)



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Posted 03-11-2018, 11:54 AM |
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue

BENEATH THE DARKEST SKIES &&

Morning dew and the muddy earth below seeped between the toes of an onxy fae as the female lingered with elegance through the tree's shade, around large rocks that stood far taller than her and over puddles that had formed overnight from a small rainfall. The mist from yesterday's showers waft in the air, so new and pure that it eased the mind so nicely. Strands of the fae's fur that stuck out from her underbelly slightly brushed the taller pieces of grass, dampening both her lower ribs and expanded belly. Birds perched on limbs above chirped and sang mating calls to one another in spite of a mate that will soon listen and return the call with one of their own. Movements of what seemed to be small game were sensed with the sound of their feet scurrying away from the wolf's presence. Here she walks; passing tree by tree and watching the littlest things move before her eyes that she never really noticed in while. It was enjoyable just walking no matter how less beautiful the lands usually were, nonetheless, she did not complain. With rainy nights brought silent, damp mornings benefited to those in need of peace.

Peace; however, was-unruly, and trickily broken within the dampened mid-moor of the day. The rancid, yet alluring scents of blood filling the onyx fae's nostrils with fervor - the scent accompanied by those of new life. Curiosity peaked at the pri-madonnas erect ears as gangly legs propelled an agile and slim spider's web forwards unto the center of the disaster. The image of the opening to a cozy, mid-sized morrow grew wider in the obsidian pupils that were surrounded with an ivy green in which held a small twinkle of joy and happiness at the sight yet unfiltered sorrow for the inevitable fate of the goddess from hell before her. Personal space existed not within the woman's world as kindled ligaments propelled the slender strands of flowers forwards to near the woman's side. Golden oculars of em eralds examining the two new-breds with ease and caution. A stagnant gaze of a mother flickered upwards to the woman, lips curling upwards in a comforting and reassuring smile. Yet, there seemed to be no room for reassurance. She was dying. The pool of blood that seeped from her most sacred temples being a clear indication of the mother's ticking time bomb. Her whelps would die without a sturdy and strong heart to care for them. She was a mother herself - she knew the consequences and tasks that came along with leaving young within the wilderness at such a in-cognitive age. Aris. Her poor, poor son. He'd suffered a fate greater than despair and death itself, and had been snatched from the woman's clutches within a very instance. It'd be a shame if these children ended in such a way as death, rather than to be given a second chance. Juno was still lactating after-all, and could provide the much needed nutrients to the children that the dying mother could not.

may i? the words were nothing more than a mere quiet rumble from the chest of a stranger. a silent request as to whether or not she had permission to care for the little ones. examine them further, and aid the woman within her lasting moments of life. juno's gaze held a quiet, and familiar glint of softness - motherly, and kind. those of a wolf whom dared not to harm a hair upon the innocence of a child - a woman whom would protect a legacy through a thousands wars and suns burning if it meant that the young were to live. and that is what she had wanted for this woman. a legacy. someone to remember her, and grow her unadulterated empire even with her passing. the figure perched within the distance meant no concern to her, for he could only help within the ways of words. he couldn't bring life to the ones whom seeked it and needed it as she could. he wasn't blessed with the gift of fertility and motherly love as she was - yet, he could provide in other ways to the young, and the woman. words of solace and comfort being the only thing that held little meaning within the area from his lips. hold yourself to here no longer. juno's words were mumbled and quiet, the pain from the mother seemingly coursing through every vein within her hollow bones and through her heart as she whispered silently to the woman of death. they are safe. the words spoken were more of a quiet promise, than a ill reassurance to the dying figurine shattered upon the forest floor pouring out her life before the two strangers in accordance to the author of humanity. she needed peace more than any of the others near for her suffering had lasted long enough, and she would be released from it within the very moor of willow trees that sang a mournful tune within the summer breeze.



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Posted 03-11-2018, 01:52 PM | This post was last modified: 03-11-2018, 01:52 PM by Zinna
Divine
Zinna
Divine Healer
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 92 lbs
122 ep
© Amber

The stench of blood hit her before she even entered the forest of willows. Her eyes widened in horror as memories flooded into her mind, snarls, fangs, blood! Her tail hid beneath her and her ears pinned to her skull, she needed to get outta here, and fast. But... there was still a grounded part of her that refused to slip on the trauma in her backstory. She fought back the panic, fought back the urge to turn tail and flee. Someone's bleeding, for Hotaru's sake! Stay together. So instead of running back she ran forth. Some greens were held in her mouth, previously gathered on her way; but alas, none would be useful for stopping blood loss.
The scene that she arrived to was far from what she had expected; and still so hurtingly, painfully familiar. She slowered down, sunny pelt brushing with the black woman's to alert her of Zinna's presence. She felt tears fill her eyes at the sight. Four pups: two alive, two, dead. And the woman was going to die too, no matter what was done to her. She had lost too much blood... Oh, Hotaru...
Yes. They, they'll be safe. Last time something like this happened, she had freaked out. Now, she knew that wasn't going to help anybody. This time the emotional healer needed to hold her grief to ensure the mother was at peace when it was time for her to part. But she still couldn't stop the tears from running down her cheeks...They'll be safe. She glanced at the man, who was probably the father. ...she was shocked to find he wasn't crying. Or showing any emotion, really.

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Posted 03-11-2018, 07:10 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
The scent of blood is heavy, too loud to ignore even for the beast of the ridge. She comes forth like an omen of death, ears perked in tatters and a limp from her most recent fight. The left side of her cheek is hollow, a crater from teeth that had torn flesh from her bones. She is taller than all those gathered, hackles bristled into a thick mohawk along her narrow spine. She drifts towards the mother, for all her downfalls and brutality; Charlotte was perhaps the most maternal of them all. Kynaios is there, closest to the mother, she suspects he had arrived first, having heightened senses generally brought rebels to an incident first. She stands as close to the mother as was respectful, green eyes narrowed as she turns them on the rogue and the divine wolf- leave her be. She wouldn't let violence stir beneath the nose of a dying maiden, but she'd also tear apart any who tried to come between her and the babes.

"Don't fret dearest," Charlotte whispers, lowering her ratty muzzle to the rogues ear, "they will grow strong and worthy as rebel scions." She wouldn't pretend to be their mother, but she'd raise them as such. "They are safe, you have done well." The two stillborns would be brought back to the ridge for a burial, she lifts her emerald gems to Kynaios, to make sure he had her flank for this.

Axel Kynaios

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 03-12-2018, 07:47 AM |
Belleme
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Belleme entered the world cold and confused, a tiny and fragile lump of wet fur laying so vulnerably against a wriggling sibling and the warmth of his mother's belly. He snuffled and whimpered helplessly at the breeze that licked at his downy coat, which prompted the pup to squirm and nuzzle further into Axel's body for protection against the new world Belleme had just been exposed to. Born blind and deaf like any other newborn, there was not much more the child could do other than follow instinct and feed from Axel's weakening body - with, of course, the odd attempt to push Ines aside as the two suckled.

Axel



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Posted 03-13-2018, 01:56 PM |
Axel
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ep
© 
A jerk, the rogue's dying frame moving to defensively shield her newbornsShe hears everyone around. She hears them talking... and talking... Why wouldn't they hush? Her crimson eyes close tightly, cold shivers going down her spine, even as Axel tries to curl around her babes, tries to shield them from the cold only she could feel. It was so warm in mid-Summer, but the Frei woman could only sense herself getting colder. Safe... They'll be safe. It was all she could hear from the others, the reassurance that her whelps would be protected. Protected and loved. That was another puzzling thing: why was everyone saying that? Of course they would, Axel would defend them until her last breath (however soon that would be), did everyone doubt her motherly instincts? Axel flinched, lungs trying to fill with air as her heart begins to still. It all clicked then, Hades was on his way, and everyone around could sense that. Everyone except Axel until now. Ines... And Belleme Frei. The fae rasped, breathes coming in short gasps. My children. My heathen-bound children. It was odd, even in death she was fighting. Trying to defeat an unknown threat. Axel's slightly calmed by the cooing, elderly voice in her ear. Stilling her frantic movements, just so her babes' only possible memory was of her wrestling from Death's grasp. Frightened and weak.

As the last blood drained from her though, Axel was fine with this end. Proud of it even, as the Frei woman gave life when hers was taken.

Thank you...

Axel is now dead, proceed with the thread as you please<3
Kynaios Zinna Juno Charlotte Belleme



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Posted 03-13-2018, 06:43 PM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

They came out of the sunlight like angels drawn to the dying woman. He shifted in place, letting them comfort her without his interference. He doubted they would have ever happily entered her sphere of existence otherwise, for the same reason he doubted any of them were even acquainted with one another. But what did he know? He kept his face passive, neutrally watching them go about their business through slightly narrowed eyes. The first, a diaphanous black creature with a green stare and pale gem. The second, a slim red exotic wearing a golden pendant, gentle-looking, and crying. He leveled a look at her as she cast him a surprised, amber-eyed glance, but he would shed no tears for the she-wolf or her children.

The third figure actually caught him off-guard. Kynaios shifted again as Charlotte approached, casually bracing himself for the confrontation he was sure she was bringing with her. He would have just as happily let either of the strangers take the children now that they were here, but with the Rebel Commander staking her claim, he suddenly had an obligation to see it through. He met her eyes and gave her a subtle half-nod before shifting forward. Now, the rangy black wolf gently, but firmly aimed to insert himself between the Frei woman and the two others. He cut off their direct access to either of the living children.
Ines... And Belleme Frei. He turned one ear toward Axel, while he kept his eyes squinted lightly on the pair of strangers. Thank you... He frowned. A soft, apologetic look leaned against the corners of his mouth. He drew his muzzle down just over his throat in a regretful, but protective position. "It's over," he told the wind and divine women calmly. "We'll take it from here." Ever the skeptic, he expected one of them might cause the Rebels grief, and he kept his balance neatly distributed on his long dark legs, nails tucked like cleats into the earth.
Juno



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Posted 03-13-2018, 08:26 PM | This post was last modified: 03-14-2018, 04:32 PM by Juno
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue

BENEATH THE DARKEST SKIES &&

Narrow fibers suspend from the support of limbs- rough, clawed texture allowing for the strands in only a small portion of corners to slip between the cracks, offering a strong base for operation. Transparency blending the construction in with the natural backgrounds. Here, in the mist of the shadows and devil's playground would it the slightest of drafts find its way past the large variety of foliage and make the web dance, it's complex threads moving with the breeze as one. It was rather brilliant really, how it swayed for her eyes clear and yet, practically deluded and invisible to the true victims of it's curse; the ones that could not see it hidden in plain sight. On a rather typical day, the edges would have shining. Outlined in the beamed ray of light that transpired from the star of the day, even the heat from such a source would have no affect on the material. But instead, the thin fibers would let the light pass through: keeping the secret of its location. Sorrow, however seemed to encase the lands within the moment of hour.

Uneasiness swept across the mothers spine as the few, yet plentiful bunch of heathens crowded the area. Onyx paws shuffling absent-mindedly as she regarded each of the shadows with little to no concern. Death swept across the lands stealing the innocent life with a mournful song of whispers through the tree's a quiet hum pressing past the buzz-um of the wind woman's breast - rattling her gem slightly. Disparate eyes would raise to the stranger, a large frown pressing across her lips upon her account and unruly claim upon the children - as well as the man seemingly trying to ward the others off. who are you to make exclamations as such? her tone was quiet and hushed, yet held a serious and stern tone to the tinging of it all. juno was unhappy. very, very unhappy with the ravenous bitches claim upon the young - before the mother had even passed too. thorn imprinted hairs would raise quietly upon the backs of the onyx shadows neck - she wasn't looking for a fight, yet she wasn't just going to let the heathens leave with what wasn't theirs.

these children are not mere pieces of meat to be snatched and branded by vehement paws. they are innocent, and have just lost their mother - the one whom birthed them from her very own womb. yet, you are still content on taking what is not yours? it was surprising how calm the webbed female could keep her voice, even with the insolent wavering of rose thorns pricking into her mind with every reaping second of disgust upon the actions of the elder. i will not fight you. not in the presence of such a daunting scene of death and sorrow but leave them be - that is all I ask of you. they need not to carry anymore burden upon their frilly bones tonight. Juno did not give anything away through expressions, practically stone. she was unmovable from the side of the mother and her young as emerald eyes gazed sorrowfully into the elders own - life seemingly flashing within an array of colors within her eyes as every event of death, and loss pressed past them. display detracted images of mother-hood, and softness all in one as she lowered her head silently in a stoic stare. i am willing to make a proposition for the safety and comfort of the two - your promise will not be unbroken to the fae. it was absurd and bizarre to the least, yet she was willing to give it a try as long as the onyx queen would hopefully cooperate. casualties are not my thing, though i suppose they will have to be for now. i come from the hill's under the serve of my goddess and queen Murmura Verien-Deimos Amare - the true god of xyantanza. i propose a toast, or in other words a treaty or agreement between the two if you are willing. her voice was raspy and toned as the onyx woman took a quiet pause to breath and eye the children. if you would like, you may take the boy raise him to be a fearless, and noble warrior for your lands. raise him to be a king. as for the girl, if you shall bind me to a law i will take her, to the hills we shall go and I will raise her to be a noble and worthy queen. Banner swiftly flickering, the fae moved quietly to shift upon her paws as she studied the elderly god before her. if she were to agree it would be a miracle. all that I ask from you is that it not be kept a secret to the boy about his sister ann that he be permitted to visit and see her - with supervision and guardians of course. if you would like however we can make a compromise about this. no political standards upon this, my queen has not to be involved. strictly just me. name your price, or bind me to a law of your choosing. if i go against my word i give you full rights to hunt me down and behead me. just, do not touch the children for they need not to be held to a crime that they did not commit.


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Zinna Charlotte


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Posted 03-14-2018, 04:23 PM |
Divine
Zinna
Divine Healer
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 92 lbs
122 ep
© Amber

Another arrived, another onyx woman, but scarred from head to toe. Deep voice whispered soothing words into the ears of the dying mother, and Zinna felt comforted herself to know someone calmed the woman in her last moments. With heavy heart, she watched the rogue try to free herself from Death's grip...
As Axel's last breath left her body Zinna clenched her teeth and closed her eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. Death, it was something she would never get used to. It seemed so unfair, that life needed to end, and for some - it ended too soon... Amber orbs cracked open, the only man in the group was standing before the dead. She nodded at his statement, gently shaking tears off her face. One of the black women was talking. But while she was debating over the survivors, Zinna moved to the dead. Two tiny, limp bodies on the grass. She stifled a sob, and bent down to the stillborns, touching them each with her nose. If no one was to forbid her, she would take them, one by one, and put them closer to their mother. Not next to their living siblings, but still nestled beside their mother... Grant their safe passage, Hotaru. She prayed, one last tear sliding down her cheek. Then, a weird sense of calmness settled over her. Some kind of sad tranquillity, and for once she abandoned her fear of strangers.
Does it have to be so complicated? The petite wolfess shifted to Juno, gently bumping her shoulder with hers. They were strangers, but she never held any barriers with expressing her opinion. "Leave them be." she murmured. For some odd reason, she trusted the scarred wolfess. Despite what had happened. Despite the grudge she held. The short, black woman's proposal seemed puzzling to the red wolfess, filled with statements contradicting each other. Why create secrets? Why separate them? Zinna hardly ever considered anything pointless... But this was an exception. Charlotte didn't look like a woman that didn't know what she was doing. Zinna was glad she was willing to take the pups... Though in the Cove there were Lypso'ru and Lunafer, who were, too, more than capable of raising children.

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Posted 03-14-2018, 07:46 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
[M]

With a muttered appreciation, the young mother drifted into the life that awaited them all, the one after this. Though unknown to most, Charlotte knew some wolves turned from the living, flesh and blood, to ghosts both ethereal and creepy. She couldn't bear the thought of being taken from this world only to remain, unable to touch or smell or experience things you had once before. She lowers her head to lick Axel across the forehead, dropping her muzzle to make sure the womans' eyes were closed in death, before her emerald eyes shift to the babes that still nurse at their lifeless mother. Her head breaks a little, a sliver of a crack for two innocents who would never get to know their queen of blood and flesh. She notices Kynaios move in, a small nod of his head though he seemed reluctant to help her, she wondered if he thought she was going to harm them, silly thought. But before she can ask him, the darker of the two females straightens, stiffens as she challenges Charlotte on her claim- oh, here we go... the heathen thinks, before she pulls herself up to her full, forty-inch, height. Scars scatter her entirety, from throat to neck, to shoulders and legs and all in between. Her lips are savaged, her ears in tatters, and as she steps forwards, there is a soft rumbling from within her jaws. "Who am I?" Charlotte hisses, stepping forward again until she towers over the wind woman, her ears pinning to a skull that lowers, her jaws tucking to cover her throat and across her narrow, yet muscular shoulders; hackles raise out of frustration and a fury she fights daily to keep under control.

"You think I am beast enough to touch a hair on a babes head? You hypocritical little wench," she snarls, "you ask not for them to be burdened yet ask for them to be separated, when they've just lost their mother and siblings?" Her voice raises an octave as her lips roll off those pointed, yellowed fangs. Her stance stiffens as aggression takes over, "they will both, be coming to the ridge as rebels, and I will personally raise them under no pretense of who they actually are." Her jaws snap shut audibly, her emerald eyes narrowing, she stands defensive in case the Wind woman is stupid enough to attack her, "take a step back, wind. You are not leaving here with either Ines or Belleme, and if you do not; you won't be leaving with your life. That is my proposition, take it or leave it, and I suggest you get on your way." She'd stand there, between fallen mother and babes and the woman she stares down, a morbid glow to her eyes as if she begs the woman to put a paw out of place. "You," she flicks an ear towards the Divine wolf, "I am Lypso'ru's aunt, I trust you to accompany us back to the ridge, if you'd so kindly bring along the stillborns. They deserve a proper burial. Kynaios, after they've fed we'll prepare them for the journey. Famine and Verona will be able to care for them until they are old enough."

Her eyes don't leave the wind wench as she awaits her decision, at a seconds notice she'll come down on her like a tonne of bricks- and oh, how she'd enjoy it.
Kynaios Juno Zinna Charlotte is bitch xD

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 03-16-2018, 08:54 AM |
Wind
Juno
Wind Wolf
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
35 in, 122 lbs
0 ep
© Blue

BENEATH THE DARKEST SKIES &&

just because your insolent wretch was the first to arrive does not mean you have rightful claim over the innocent lives onyx lips peeled backwards into a burly snarl, hackles raising upon the nape of narrow fiber-ed neck as the woman's tail curled tightly over her spine as her chest puffed forwards. Juno cared little of who this woman truly was, she cared not if she were an alpha or a simplicity wench. Her threats and tone did not startle her, it never would. She was old, fickle, ill, a temple awaiting to be collapsed with a gentle breeze of wind. Burly paws shifted forwards as the wind child would level herself with the elder, emerald eyes narrowing quietly in a domineering manner as she hissed. your rank, and were you come from concerns me not. you are nothing but an equal to me. a quiet snort mixed with a chuckle would press past the wind woman's chest as she took another broad step towards the scarred lady. threaten my life as you wish, your day of death will be coming to set you to rest soon as well. take the children. let them die, as you wish with a quiet sneer the onyx creature of darkness would turn upon her haunches, take the still borns with you as well. as for there mother she will rest upon the highest peak within the hills, - i will not leave her here to be pecked at and ravaged by vultures a loud grunt would escape Juno's chest as she moved adjacent from the children and group. jowls splaying wildly as the womans head lowered silently, sharpened incisors clasping tightly onto the dead carcass of the mothers neck heaving her upwards silently - with that the daunting creature of sorrow would make her departure.



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Juno is attempting to take Axel's body to bury her upon the highest peak on the hills.

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Posted 03-16-2018, 11:16 AM |
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 3.25
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
- yeah, gun in one hand, blade in the other -

As if on cue, the dark Wind woman decided to make herself a nuisance. Kynaios tipped his ears forward and narrowed his eyes. Her proposition and baseless accusations didn't make sense, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt at first. It was an emotional moment and she was swept up in it. However, he soon got the sense she had ulterior motives. Obviously, she didn't care about the pups' wellbeing, or she wouldn't have proposed letting one go with people she apparently found untrustworthy. Kynaios made a wry face. In truth, her avarice didn't bother him (although her ulterior motives might). It was her sloppy execution of a bargain that soured his opinion of her.
The red-pelted Divine woman surprised him, however. He flicked his gaze on her as she came up beside the other, and for half-a-heartbeat, he thought she was going to stand up for the Wind woman's insane plan. But at her comment, his features softened slightly and he dipped his head in thanks. Level-heads and level-hearts would prevail.

Except, the commander responded as well as he expected. Kynaios hid an amused grin as she laid into the dark bargainer. The Commander could make herself fierce and intimidating when riled, and the Wind woman had been tactless enough to provoke it. Fortunately, Charlotte didn't initiate a fight, which he thought was wise. And he gave her a curt nod, stepping into a position over Ines and Belleme where it would be quicker to fulfill his task. The Wind woman, however, decided she wasn't completely done wasting their time. Like a spoiled child, he mused as she railed on and on. "I'm just curious, are you trying to get yourself killed?" She tried to carry away Axel's body then and he aimed to collect the nursing children from the dead she-wolf's belly before it was moved. He cast a long sidelong look at Charlotte. He would be content to leave now with pups in tow, but knowing the Commander as he did, he fully anticipated she'd take the apology she was owed out of the Wind wolf's hide.
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Posted 03-16-2018, 02:55 PM |
Divine
Zinna
Divine Healer
Female, 3.50
Meso-runner
30 in, 92 lbs
122 ep
© Amber

For a second her and Kynaios' gazes connected, and with a sense of relief she saw his expression soften as he dipped his head with gratitude. She let a small, saddened smile pass on her features. But it quickly faded as the confrontation continued. The reaction from the queenly wolfess uncovered her personality, which had been already hinted by the marks of tooth and claw running through her body. Short fuse. Zinna started to fear that the mother wasn't the only one who parted with her life today.
She was greatly surprised when her angel was mentioned. This woman and Lypso'ru were related? Zinna would've never guessed it; they were polar opposites both in appearance and personality. "Of course." she answered, her heart heavy with sorrow. Maybe she would've spoken more... But Juno continued with her speech. Shocked, Zinna turned her head to the wind wolf as she took claim over the body of the mother. While the pups were still nursing. What was wrong with her? For a flicker of time she could imagine the scarred beast clashing onto her. As sensible as she looked, Zinna had no doubt she was going to crave for hide between her teeth at the other's insolence. The healer had seen this happen before.
Quickly, she strode between the Wind and the Rebel queen, cutting Charlotte's path if she was to charge at Juno. No more blood will be spilled today. Of course, the Rebel could attack her if she wanted, but it was better this way.
Juno ignored her the first time, but now she would need to listen. "Hey." she started. Calmness filled her voice, calm and sorrow. "Please. Drop her." one creamy paw was then placed gently on the body, out of which two new lives had arrived today. Zinna sniffed, another sole tear sliding down her face. Turning only her head, she tried to find Charlotte's emerald look with her own amber, as if to transfer her pleas and intentions with the mere lock of gazes. Don't. Juno wanted to talk things out? Zinna was up for the task. "Do you really think she deserves this?" Shock and disbelief flow on her expression as she turned back to the onyx endomorph. The wind wolfess had, what, just thought fit to take the body like that? Like she was one of the vultures she herself spoke about. Did she even know the rogue before now? "You want to separate her from her children forever, giving her a resting place so far from where they'll stay? Ines and Belleme will be able to visit maybe, but what about the other two? ...No one said we're going to leave her here." The rebels hadn't said it, but the healer was sure they were going to bury her, too, alongside the stillborns.

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Posted 03-24-2018, 06:37 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
Oh, this was a stupid wolf. The necklace that hung from her throat a beacon of her dependency on the world that hated them, Charlotte couldn't have expected more if she'd tried. Their gazes lock in a morbid glare, she is unmoving, unflinching in the face of this child. Threats and immature bile fall from the mutts mouth like acid and Charlotte can only stand there silently, her face screwed up as if she'd smelt something distasteful. Juno would no doubt leave a burn on the commander's tongue, one she'd quench with the hunger of flesh eventually. She was older now, though perhaps not wiser. She was a simple creature born to the land and eventually, she knew she would return, it didn't phase her one bit. The bitch moves and across Charlotte's spine her hackles lift like spikes, her ears flattening against her head as she rocks forwards as if to attack- but Zinna moves in and cuts her off.

There is a moment there when her world had turned red, the outlines of her vision blurring to leave only the Wind wolf for her taking. But as Zinna lines her body between the two, Charlotte's attention shifts back to the present moment. The Divine healer reminds her of Lypso'ru, of the darling daughter their Goddess had gifted her niece in her time of dire. Emerald eyes narrow, and she offers the healer a stiff nod of her head as she lowers her chin across her throat and moves forwards to place a paw next to Zinna's, on Axel's shoulder. "Today, will not go your way," there is a seething tone beneath the ridges in Charlotte's snarl as she eyes Juno, "I will allow you to leave intact, today.. Tomorrow, you will not be so lucky." And Charlotte's words are not a threat or a warning, they would meet again and Charlotte would either fall or she'll conquer. She looks up at Kynaios, who had pulled the suckling pups away from the body of their lifeless mother. "Take them," she commands, and emeralds slip to Zinna, "the stillborns," and though she doesn't say it, her features add the 'please.'

Juno is the last wolf she looks at before she slips her head below her shoulders and pulls Axel's body up onto her strong shoulders, "run along now, child, I'll see you soon." and it was a promise.
Kynaios Juno Zinna ;x

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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