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Post by danielle90 on Jul 7, 2008 15:58:10 GMT -5
I looked upon Claude as he answered my question. Hearing she would not leave his lands, well thats when authority had to be used. Blood shedding was one of my favorite hobbies, and even devouring my own species had been ranked in my books. How many wolves had perished at my paws. A number of them and even more had not rose. Golden gleam went back as the banshee began to speak once more. Thorns lacing against my skull in anger. She had a fucking mouth on her that was sure. Her tones where not pleasant seeming to have learn nothing from my attack well she would soon enough. Obvisioly it isn't that hard, your acting as one as we speak. Lower that lip before I tear it off. I'm the King of these lands and I demand respect. YOU will show even if I have to make you. A growl was hidden in my vocals. Fur standing on end and banner waving back and forth in aggitaion. Crown lowered in defensive stance as I readied myself for another attack. I was playing these games any more. Each and every wolf knew how to respect their royals and it was looking as if this one would need some learning. Alphas were the high ranks, and she was nothing but a drifter. Pillars lifted and feel back as I made my way toward her. Standing as close our breaths interwining together. I dared her to show one more hint of aggresion and she would greatly pay.
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Post by x/Malaya/x on Jul 19, 2008 20:14:57 GMT -5
The tingle of anger seemed to not leave Malaya's spine. How dare they speak to her as if she were an insignificant pup, though she could not retaliate because she was in no position to do so. Even this one who called himself alpha would probably outmatch her, and with this King here, it would be all over in a few moments. Though as much as she hated to do so, for the first time in her life since she was a pup she listened. She relaxed her stance, covered back her threatening teeth, and lhung her head slightly. Her jaw untensed and she awaited final condemnment. The light struck her fur showing off her muscles and silver and black streaks that dalloped her pelt. Her ears flicked back in response, and she lowered her tail in defeat. Oh how she hated this, they didn't even understand the shame that ached through her pelt. It was worse than pain, it was worse than probably dying, but yet she accepted it. In all her life, she had shown respect to no one and never had been defeated. She said nothing, and she didn't think she actually COULD say anything, this was hard enough. Did they see how hard this was for her? Great, she thought, Now they will think of me like a pup even more. I look pitiful, and I am defeated. They know I will not fight. The shame raged through her body now, it gripped her like a forest fire was burning inside her. This was truely terrible. She gazed forward at the wolves in front of her and awaited the final words, and maybe the end to her life.
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Jul 26, 2008 11:15:59 GMT -5
"Ares I will let you have the final word what do you think she should be in the pack or would you prefer to have her" he asked. He looked at the fem without care what she had shown his was disrespect and when he gave her a rank she had thrown it back in his face most wolves would have greatly have accepted that task and would have been greatly happy that they atleast had pack and some who took them in as their own but noooo this fae was so different. He met her gaze and didnt do anything but stare at her she had submitted but not by much she was ashamed and felt her pride had been bruised. He then flciked his gaze back to ares waiting for his response for what he would hold the faes future would she die or become a pack member on the kings wishes.
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Post by x/Malaya/x on Aug 11, 2008 22:38:55 GMT -5
Malaya gazed back at the brute called Claude through hurt eyes. She glanced at her paws, and shook out her silver fur silently as she awaited the "kings" wishes. Oh how the hate that had gripped at her very soul was now replaced by shame. She had never been around packs before, so she had no clue how to act. She had never show respect to anyone before and the feeling was knew. Malaya knew she should mutter something, but the words would not leave her lips. She sadly wagged her long tail that brushed against the ground noisily. Maybe this was time for a change.. Malaya knew she would still be on the darker more ruthless and hatefilled side, but why not show some respect? These wolfs that stood in front of her were so powerful, she was jealous. In all her times of travels alone, she had never come across wolves such as these. The empty lonely spot inside her screamed and ached to be somewhat kind and respectful, but there was no way they would even think of her as an acquaintance, much less a friend. The way they stared at her made her shake slightly, she could meet there gaze, she knew that but she had already thrown herself into a hole way too deep and she had little luck of escaping.
Malaya mumbled the words "I'm sorry, King Ares" as she dipped her head and shuffled her paws. She turned her head to Claude and mumbled the same, except with Claude's name in place of King Ares's of course. As the loneliness echoed through Malaya, the fae ignored it as she began to slowly walk away from the two wolfs. She felt there stares bore into her backs. She turned and looked at them one last time, her silver head and yellow eyes glanced back in their direction. "Maybe I should be leaving, If I am allowed" she called in her beautiful sing song voice. It echoed off the trees, as smooth and soft as a feather, and danced to the ears of the Alphas a few yards back. She whined softly, and pawed at the ground, dipping her head in the process. "As Much as I would like to stay, I shouldn't be welcome." she called. "I have done too much harm to be forgiven. I don't deserve to set paw near this land and yourselves ever again"
Malaya had no clue where this sudden burst of respect had come from. Maybe she was learning after all? Or maybe the loneliness and longing to be in a pack had become too much than she could stand, but this was the most respect Malaya had given in her whole life put together. The silver strands blended with the white in the sunlight, giving off an eerie but gorgeous glow. Her fur was nearly in place, silky and feathery smooth. In some places, dry blood or matter hair could be seen from where she was given the punishment she had well deserved, but other than that Malaya looked gorgeous in the sunlight. Malaya dipped her head in apology, and wagged her long furred tail twice before looking over her shoulder at the land in the distance.
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