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There was no sense in waiting any longer. She had gone unrivaled in her claiming of these lands. She now once again stood on a throne, her dark crown seated metaphorically on her head. She stood in the center of her new home. The moor would be her main gathering area and where she would be found most often. She had begrudgingly agreed to keep the plains for Kylar. His strange fascination with the land was beyond her. But whatever, he could keep the plains, she had her misty moor to fill her needs. Tipping her head back, her call would echo off the lands, summoning those who had arrived before to come again. They would be staying in this land, but they all needed to know her laws and the ranks that they would fill. Haunches would recline to the soft earth as she settled into wait. Eyes would flutter closed as she reveled in the new found power that coursed through her veins. Things would be different this time. She would be rise from the ashes and create a pack that would be a force to be reckoned with. Waiting, she would wonder idly if Kylar would arrive in a timely fashion. Their last meeting had been tense, though no less pleasurable. Eyes would glittered wickedly. Nostrils would quivered, waiting for his intoxicating cologne to fill her nostrils. Audits swiveled, listening for the approach of others. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

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A being tamed with a manifest of redefined muscle fragments, intertwining and vibrating against one another while she moved forth toward the sound of what seemed like Cataleya's vocals. But she could never be too sure, the hell bound goddess only had met the cold bitch only a couple times -- along with whom acted as her mate; Kylar. Then again, she could never be so sure with those two, and all-in-all the reckoning of a Queen-in-progress didn't shape out the way Sinister felt about the only thing. This snow white essence of a blood-thirsty battle-worn women lived in a world divided by society's, all devoting themselves to hounds whom could turn their backs on them in a moments notice -- not thinking about tomorrow, if they all perished because of one self-persevered wolf. These were all the things rambling about inside her dark depths. War, that is the only thing she ever wanted.. Oh what she'd do just to see someone's blood drain from their bodies, taste the scent metallic fondue oozing down her throat; the hunger she reveled for. It was something that could only be fulfilled in her dreams, and yet the day will come where she will be put to the test -- to show these pitiful beasts the real reason her name is Sinister. To maim any who oppose her, wear their pelts as capes, and make a necklace out of their hearts; the things she'd do to kill. The white temptress suddenly fell into the void, into the drift of Cataleya's howl. Sending her off into the distant darkness that welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her with its icy talons -- she could feel her demons ripping at her vessel, rupturing untold growls of the many kills she as made since last they met, which felt like centuries beyond this one. It would only differ if the two remembered once another, for the last they met it was on the brink of destruction. The danger that may await only drove the bitter, emotionless goddess onward to her destination, craving the excitement she lacked so heavily in her life. Wishing for some kind of coronation to witness, or at least sink her maulers through the thick epithelium of a friend or foe. Though her call was that of a meeting, and this dawned on Sinister, she has heard these calls many times before and never has she made heist to attending one. But, there's always a first for everything, no matter how demonic you are. Upon reaching the scene, identifying the beaut that lay kin to natures embrace as Cataleya, the one fae she had to admit she could get along with. It was then that Sin revealed herself to the she-wolf, the Queen, as she'd like to proclaim herself as it would look like. Yet, we all know this force of mass destruction will never look to her as a Queen, but a simple female who wants to be noticed and crowned Empress. Shrugging the thought off, the masculine feminine approached the other femme, halting a couple yards away so she'd be the one to preach first. Raging sirens of lost hope and murderous snarls erupted, her dark tune also coincided with a velvet melody of darkness; ancient Romanian accent booming. "Ah, Cataleya.. Long time no see." "Speech"

Shortly after her mother claimed these lands, she would call for all who wished to join her. It took Senka mere moments to stretch lethargically and set off in search of the woman. There had never been any question in Senka's mind that she would join her mother's pack; Cataleya was the one thing that Senka felt true loyalty to. Even that was not particularly strong, but it was enough that she listened to her instinct and set off towards her mother. The queen of Arcanum would once more have a throne, and though Cataleya had left, Senka held no ill will towards the other. After all, Senka had left too. But she had come back and so had Cataleya, so it balanced out, in the end. By the time Senka arrived, only one other had appeared. Not exactly a huge audience, but Senka suspected that Cataleya would be content with those who showed. More would come in time - perhaps even Valentine would show his face, though Senka wasn't certain of that. Valentine had the kind of emotions that Senka could not even pretend to understand. The apathetic creature simply couldn't comprehend all of the emotions that ran wild in those around her. Still, her chameleon-like nature enabled her to blend in well enough, she supposed. Unlike the other, Senka remained silent, inclining her head towards her mother but otherwise she stayed aloof. Easily, the wolfess settled back on her haunches, tail wrapping around her paws and her ears pricking towards the one that had called for them. Speech,

The brute took his sweet time in getting to the meeting; there was no need to hurry, no need to exert himself when the call itself held no urgency. When at last he arrived, Valentine paused outside the small gathering to study those there. To say the least, he was disappointed in the turn out; although it was possible that despite his slow-poking it to the meeting he had arrived early. Two wolves were the current sum of his mother's labors and while one of them was an unknown to him, the other was familiar enough to command his attention the moment he laid eyes on her. Slipping from the shadows, Valentine moved to join the meeting. He approached with panther-like grace; his steps silent, deliberate and characteristically slow. Every bit of him gave off a carefully sculpted air of nonchalance, although it was quite possible for the two relatives to guess it to be front. Soot-tipped ears would swivel to track the moments around him, but his eyes would stay riveted on the form of his sister. He approached her from behind, choosing to take a seat at Senka's side. It was then and only then that his eyes left her, moving to lock on Cataleya. For many moments he was silent, using that time to nod a greeting to his mother, although his thoughts would stay with his sister. The two, although littermates, were vastly different. In all honesty he wasn't sure how to address her, partially because of their differences and partially because of the time they had spent apart. He had changed. Perhaps she had too. Using her name as a tentative greeting, he would speak, "Senka." This wasn't really the time for a real conversation, but at the very least he was hoping to get an idea of her mood. Perhaps she would be willing to speak to him later; he craved no particular conversation and had no real motive, simply desiring to shoot the breeze or whatever else she felt like shooting. "Speaking" Thinking

Her mothers call would wake her, bringing her out of sleepy haze. She would rise reluctantly, slipping out of the den to set off in search of her mother. She find the woman in the moor, a small crowd already gathered. She recognized her siblings, Senka and Valentine, but there was one woman that she didn't know. The crowd was small and she was sure that her mother would not be pleased. She seated herself on the edge of the crowd, quietly observing. She didn't sit with her siblings, not really knowing them well enough to feel welcomed. Haunches pressed against the earth as her tail curled around her hips. She would settle in to wait patiently, curious to know what her mother had to say. The crowd was so small she doubted her mother would feel inclined to share much. Her thoughts mused quietly to herself as she waited. The more she looked around, it dawned on her that her father wasn't present. She found it strange, he was always at her mothers side, and now he was nowhere to be found. "Speech"

When I am wise, I am strong; Sing me a sweet song. In truth, Mekala had danced around the newly claimed borders for a few hours now. She had been skepical when it came to actually crossing it. Lula thought it better to turn and run, the land had a dark feeling to it. A questionable rise that made her skin crawl. But her Mekala, it was incredibly exciting, she didn't often come across lands she was being told not to cross. As the call meet her ears, her body quivered in curiousity. Don't Lula's voice was almost frantic within her skull, You don't know whats there! Her maw drooled at the border as she settled within inches from it, her tongue sloppily recovering the lost fluid. What are we gonna do? We were invited. Carrying herself into the lands, her ears quivered at the sound of others tracking towards the call. A gathering? A pack meeting? Little was she to know that this pack was new, it was forming and she was walking right in the middle of it. What the heck? She could be down for some packing joining. A rough snort left her form as she gathered the small group into her view, she didn't feel like she was too fit in. The aura around them mysterious and grey, while she herself was simply ugly to look at it. All the while her fur made her shine in the most unwelcoming way, a sore thumb glittering against the backround. Her rump would hit the ground a small ways away from the group. She didn't know them, but she certainly was all about personal space. Lula's fuss,

Rentaro had appeared when she claimed this pack, and he wasn't going to back down now. This pack seemed fun, it looked like it would give him a huge opportunity to sink his teeth into blood. He would not be convinced he was a low-life because he honestly didn't care. Though he knew perfectly well how to respect those higher than him, as long as he got what he wanted. The boy had a sad habit of throwing a fit when he didn't get what he wanted, and it was a very ugly thing to do so. He respectfully presented himself, smiling at the queen as he dipped his head in a greeting. He would not speak unless spoken to as he was taught when he was in his own pack as a young boy. He was a royal by blood, he knew where he stood. And while a woman standing above him made him curious as to how he would deal with it. Life would always throw interesting things at him, he knew that. ?I speak?

She would wait, and slowly they would trickle in. First being a woman she met so long ago on one of her escapades with Kylar. Lips would curl into a wicked smile as the pale woman greeted her. "Far too long." Next to arrive would be Senka,Valentine and Basanti. They would both greet her in their own way and she would nod in response. A peculiar girl filed in next, sitting on the outskirts of the crowd. Lastly would be the man that had arrived when she claimed the pack as her own. But there were a few faces missing. Kylar was nowhere to be seen. Basilisk, the failure that he was, didn't show up. Irritation flared in her chest and spread through her veins like a wildfire. It became apparent that no more would arrive and she would begin. "For those of you who don't know, I am Cataleya, Queen of Arcanum. I established this back several seasons ago, and now this is its rebirth. Many of the laws are the same as before. Trespassers will be kept as prisoners, I do not care if you claim yourself a slave, or harass any of the prisoners. You many challenge for rank you choose, except for Dauphin, the heir, and Chancellor, my second in command. You will all participate in regular battle training, whether or not you are a warrior. I don't care who you mate with, but litters do need to be approved before, any unapproved litters will result in the mother being removed and the father punished. All new members will be forced to complete some sort of task before being accepted into the pack. This being said, you will need to prove yourself at the first battle training meeting before I award you with a rank. Should you decide to leave, you will request permission. If you flee, you will be hunted down and either killed on the spot or dragged back here to face your punishment." She would pause to take a breathe. As for ranks, Gouverneur will be my lead beta, and Officials will be below them. Marquis, Comte and Baron will be leader warriors, hunters and healers. Agresseurs will be an elite force of warriors that excel in the art of assassination, they will be hand picked but you may choose to challenge for a position. Militant, predator, and soigneur will be the warriors, hunters and healers of the pack. Commoners will be those who do not have a place in the pack and juveniles will be those under the age of 2." Again, another pause and another breathe as her gaze swept the crowd. "Until the training is called, you will be ranked as Commoner, or Juvenile. If you arrive to the meeting, then you will be rewarded with a rank, if not then you will be demoted in Slave immediately, and become everyones play toy." She ruled with an iron first and she knew it. Her laws sounded harsh, but she demanded the best. She would not house a bunch of weaklings that couldn't defend themselves. Her gaze would once again sweep the crowd. "Any questions?" If not, then they were all dismissed. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE