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Everything had changed the night she’d met with Archon unexpectedly. Deathbelle let her eyes fall to her flat stomach as she placed a paw over her abdomen. Archon had been the catalyst that had changed her whole life. She resumed her royal pose and let thoughts of the future leave her. This was the first gathering of the Klein since their father had been King. She wondered if he might be proud of her now, taking his crown and resurrecting the Empire from the ashes. Ashen. They were the phoenix, forever fated to be reborn from the fire.
Belle threw back her head suddenly, as the first streaks of sunlight spread over the sky her voice called out loudly. She summoned her kin, summoned the Kleins who might not have found her side yet. As well as those who wished to serve a higher purpose. For Archon, if he wished to be an active member of her council. For Hannibal and for Banshee to show themselves and their support of her.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
As Archon neared, he called out to Deathbelle before she would be able to see him.
"Deathbelle, in celebration of our pact and the future of our shrine, I have brought you a gift." Archon moved forward, gesturing for the woman to follow suit. As he came into view of Deathbelle, a cunning smile crossed his features. "Her name is Zeitgeist and she will serve you as you see fit," he said. "I thought, perhaps, you would be needing some assistance in the near future."
It would be good for Belle to have the extra help especially once the pups were born, and it would be good for the pups to see that even their mortal parent commanded weaker mortals.
Archon looked towards Zeitgeist, "Take care of her and God will surely find you in his almighty favor."
Zeitgeist followed behind Archon dutifully, head held high as she walked. Just because she had given herself away didn't mean the she-wolf needed to lack pride. It wasn't too far to travel, but the massive titan that led her had spent most of it delivering the 'good news' of his deity, Abraxas. Zee herself had no interest in whatever golden blood the beast claimed to have, but he had apparently conned more than a few mortals into believing that his family were the 'chosen ones' or something. That in itself was valuable to her, and hopefully whenever they arrived at his home she could make quick work on climbing the ladder to success - even if she had to do it by sleeping her way to the top. The man wasn't ugly to look at by any means. It seemed they were following a call of some-sort, and as the pair came up on the lake it became apparent who had summoned them. "Deathbelle, in celebration of our pact and the future of our shrine, I have brought you a gift." Zeitgeist's head whirled to face him, an incredulous look plastered upon her face. It was wasted however, as the male seemed to have eyes only for the beauty before them. "Her name is Zeitgeist and she will serve you as you see fit." The male jabbered on further, but Zee got the point. She could smell that they'd crossed a scent barrier that this she-wolf herself had left, it wasn't difficult for her to put two and two together. This woman was an alpha, and Archon was giving her away. Oh well, opportunities were everywhere after all. Zeitgeist stepped forward at Archon's cue, lowering herself into a very deep bow. "Lovely Deathbelle, I'm so very glad to offer myself to you." She held the submissive posture. "I live to serve." Her voice was nearly a purr, directed only towards the woman before her. Archon was far from her mind now, Zeitgeist needed to adapt. "Take care of her and God will surely find you in his almighty favor." Oh, God did she want to roll her eyes. "I will do my very best, sir." She said instead, finally rising to look upon her mistress. Was she laying it on too thick? Maybe, but she had no prior knowledge of this wolf nor how she'd prefer to be addressed. "Speech" "Thinking" "You." |
A haunting howl swept across the phantom's form and two pale eyes flashed open in an instant. Hannibal and Banshee had been resting not too far from the lake in a temporary den. He knew they would need to scout out the region for a more suitable residence but he wouldn't be too picky. The male was much more concerned with the comfort of Banshee, who had seemed to be doing fine after the initial shock of reuniting. Hannibal hadn't had the chance to broach the subject of why he had left or what happened in their time a part and he wanted to allow his daughter time. There was no reason to rush things especially with how fragile everything was currently.
With a few moments to shake off the fog of slumber the duo were on their way to the meeting site. Anticipation was thick within the male's veins. Each step bubbled with an ample wonder that could only be driven by such a powerful moment. Belle's call was that of a Alphess. A Klein was back in power and that made the beast rich with pleasure. Of course the albino had always figured he would be the one calling forth the subjects at the top of a throne. But, this was not the time to dwell on his failures... It was time to do what was best for his family.
Hannibal slithered forth with Banshee waddled along not far behind. Upon arrival the male scanned those around him with a ravaging sweep. Belle, Archon, and a stranger. The slender ghouls gaze lingered upon his sisters before moving to Archon. A twinge of uncertainty filled his core as he eyed over the dappled holy roller. The last time they had been in the same clearing was when Hannibal lost his fight against Tyranis and before that Hannibal was Archon's slave. It was a mess of a situation and with seeing the larger male it certainly brought back some negative feelings.
His head was held high but not in an overly domineering way. Deathbelle was the Alpha and she held all of Hannibal's respect. But, the albino was never going to be some submissive whelp. Hannibal stopped in front of Belle, face to face, about seven tail lengths away. His head swept downward and eyes shut as the beast took the form of a gracious bow. After a moment his head raised once again and husky tones slipped from smiling pink lips. "The Empress of Ashes.." Pale pools poured into her vibrant optics, "My heart swells with pride to see a Klein atop a throne once again." Perhaps it had always been Belle.. She had more of Hamiclar in her after all. That dark seething pelt and her very principled ways. Hannibal glanced over his shoulder at Banshee, who seemed to think this was all some sort of nonsense, then back to Belle with a smidge of a grin. "If you would allow us to formally enter your ranks.. I would be forever grateful." Hannibal figured Banshee would have been accepted no matter what.. but would Belle want the broken Prince roaming her pristine new lands?
"Speech!"
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Ebony hacklers were calm, lowered as there weren't any reasons for stress. Hela was new to this land, arriving some few hours ago when the night was still in its fullest, and since then she didn't dare to sleep more than an hour and a half. And soon she was once again in her march, march toward an uncertain direction. Her facade was stoic, emotionless as usual, Hela wasnt a very expressive woman as there was never a situation that was worthy of it. As a child you would expect one with the typical cheerful nature, one with playful desires and that but Crow was different, she wasn't like the rest. And not only dry, she has also had some attraction to other's agony, seeing those fail under her was something she would enjoy as much as others would with candy. Now as an adult, those old desires still remained but they upgraded as she grew up. She enjoyed stepping over others to obtain what she wanted. The feeling of getting higher than others was something she couldn't help but smile upon. Leaving that to a side, the shadowy creature walked further. And there the scent of many wolves reached her ashed nose. In a confident way, she would march forward having her ears perked, head raised with pride, with pride of knowing who she was, of knowing her heritage. A heritage without equal. And soon her light pink eyes spotted some wolves gathered, and at first, none was known to her but all changed when she reached them. She did know almost all of them, they were her siblings. "Hannibal, Harbringr, Bell. I didn't expect to find you all here" She called form them in a calm voice looking around, and she could see two faces she didn't recognize. But she didn't feel the need to ask, her focus was more with her relatives. Takes a sit and falls in silence. "Speech" |
The thin Klein skirted the edges of the gathering, shiftily taking stock. This land had been properly claimed by Deathbelle, and although she was glad for it, she was still hesitant to rejoice. There would be time for celebrating after they had truly settled in. Lucretia had been travelling alone for a long time now, always avoiding the stink of rancid death. It would certainly be an adjustment to settle in to pack life - didn't they know to live in such close quarters was breeding grounds for disease and communicable illness? They would never survive without her help.
Spotting Deathbelle at the center of the crowd, Luce made an unceremonious beeline to her older sister's side. There had never been any "half" in her eyes. The way Belle carried herself was Klein down through the bone and into her bloodstream, and Luce had nothing but respect for her. Like a ghost, she appeared at Belle's side and muttered, "You'll need me." And it was true. If this pack had any hope of being healthy, Luce's expertise was required.
Rosemary skulked toward the meeting, needle sharp eyes roving over his smaller siblings. He stood tall over them, his white tail a banner of his heritage as he stepped closer to his littermate. “I imagine you’ll need me as well.” He said cooly, feminine hips swaying with every step, like a cat as he moved to sit before his sister. “And of course you’ll need this.” He purred delicately placing his own crown of thorns down before her in a gesture of good will. “An empress should wear a crown.” He quipped boldly, his tail lashing silently behind him with excited glee. |
Deathbelle shifted herself to find him in her gaze, touting a gift along behind him as he came into view. She perked a lightened brow towards him, but couldn’t help the giddy way her ivory tail waved at her hips. There was no hiding the pleased grin as she patted herself on the back for choosing Archon. (Or being chosen for Archon however you wanted to look at it.) The Empress would eventually allow her eyes to fall on her new servant as she shuffled forward as introduced. A lovely little thing so far. She offered the girl a quick smile in answer as Archon gave her his parting words.
”Much help indeed, Archon. Thank you so much for such a thoughtful gift.” Belle offered the Abraxas titan a toothy grin as she shifted her weight and looked back to the girl. ”We’ll talk more after the meeting.. Zeitgeist.” Mostly about a shorter form of that name. ”For now, listen and pay attention.” She gave her another quick smile before her attention was taken swiftly to Hannibal’s elegant form.
His now bright eyes held hers dearly as the Empress brightened and resisted the urge to embrace her brother again. He bowed graciously and offered himself and Banshee into the ranks officially. ”Of course, Hannibal.” She wouldn’t have had it any other way. She gave him another loving gaze before finding Banshee. They’d traveled a lot the last season, and she wondered if the girl felt better about having a home to settle into.
”Harbringr,” she replied warmly as he praised her and asked what plots she had been up to. ”I’ve found us a new home. The Klein Empire rises again.” Her voice couldn’t contain the joy and relief she felt about gathering her family together again. Hela descended upon them, her dark form slipping past to greet the siblings gathered thus far. ”Finally back together.” She mused as she looked to each of her siblings, and Luce who had snuck up beside her. ”Indeed, Luce.” She offered as she leaned over to nuzzle her sister’s ear.
Rosemary appeared as well, a face she had hoped to see and wasn’t disappointed in the result. Belle had always envied his beauty, and she grinned as he offered his crown ”Yes, Rose.” She murmured appreciatively as she maneuvered the piece upon her head. She gave him a quick nuzzle before taking up her full height and looking to each wolf in turn.
”The Klein Empire rises again, through me. I won't be able to bring us to greatness on my own though.” She told them as she looked to Hannibal, their Heir. ”Hannibal. Will you take the honor of being my right hand?” No one could deny his special right to rule or rule at her side. ”I’d hear what rank you might prefer, brothers and sisters.” She again looked to each in turn so she might bestow their appropriate title.
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OOC- thanks for being so prompt in posting! If you don’t want the generic noble rank reply again with your character’s preferred place in the pack <3 if there are disputes… we’ll get there IC - Also feel free to post late replies/write in you''ve been around the whole meeting! Posting order may be loose.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
A feeling of undeniable pride filled the male's form as more and more Kleins piled into the clearing. The scents of his kin filled his dappled nose and pale eyes scanned each and every one. The first to arrive was Harbringr who was a handsome sturdy male with beaming mismatch eyes. A nod was seen from the albino to express his greeting before his attention was turned towards another. Hela, a black and grey babe with glistening pink eyes, made her entrance. Hannibal offered a little grin towards his younger sister as she spoke, "I am thrilled to see you, Crow." After allowed his eyes to roam over tall form his attention was swept away by another familiar face. The jugsaw-esque pelt and the deep Klein scent belonged to that of another younger sister, Lucretia. Her confident tones filled the air and the male's grin slipped into a smirk. The unyielding confidence of a true blood Klein was something no one could take away. Though, before he could greet his younger sibling another showed themselves. Another pink nosed black and white painted Wolf came forth but this one was much different. Rosemary was not only taller then the rest of them but he had such a way of walking that one may confuse he for a she at first sight. The flick of his hips and illustrious demeanor. Hannibal's gaze lingered while watching Rose place the crown before their new Empress. The male could feel his jowls salivating but in the midst of the meeting Hannibal contained himself.
As the crowd settled and Belle greeted each of the new arrivals Hannibal took a seat with a gentle exhale. Banshee was seated quietly at his right, beaming blue eyes flicking to each of her relatives. His mind lulled over the thoughts of what his rank may be.. Warrior? Would he even make a proper warrior after losing two major fights in a row? That being said he did do fairly well in the tournament before calling it quits. Advisor? The male was known and had a silver tongue. But, perhaps due to his actions in Erovrare some may be hesitant to speak to him on a political level..
Hannibal's thoughts were put at a pause as his leader's voice filled his perked ears. Baby blue and pink eyes flicked to Belle's own purple pools with a sudden intensity. ”Hannibal. Will you take the honor of being my right hand?” The question took him off guard.. Would she really want him to aid her in leading after his failures? A pang of panic filled his chest before he simply swallowed the feelings of doubt. "I would be honored, Empress." His tones rolled from his slippery pink tongue with a gentle luxuriousness. Hannibal painted a picture of his renown confidence despite the the mild panic he felt. The male may not have been able to take a crown for himself via tooth and claw but he would surely be able to assist his sister at the base of her ashen throne. Perhaps the mix of his experience and her raw intelligence would make a grand pairing.
"Speech!"
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any unfamiliar faces filled the gathering it was rather overwhelming for Banshee. She and pa arrived almost earliest so they were able to watch all the others file in. Pink noses, blue eyes, and black and white pelts filled her vision. From what she could gather they all knew one another and after a while the pup understood that they were all related. These were her.. relatives? The only Wolf she had met before was Belle. Banshee's heart was racing but not out of panic but out of wonder. Pa had told her about their history but she never thought so many of her relatives would show up all of a sudden. It seemed Belle's important summons had brought them all here.
Banshee remained quiet for the most part.. The pup was usually rather open but it was not the time or place to verbally greet any of the new comers. As the meeting got down to business the blue eyed babe allowed her gaze to settle upon her guardian, Belle. Ban's jaw was slightly ajar due to her focus on her aunt. It was all so exciting. Deathbelle was an Alpha and.. Pa? He was going to help her at the top! She remembered when Tyranis' pups would tease her for not being the King's daughter. As if she were lesser. But, in a clearing full of Kleins, despite not knowing any of them, she felt like she belonged. She was royalty! Her earthy toned tail went wild as Belle finished speaking. Before anyone could speak up about their ranks the youth's squeaky feminine voice filled the air. "I want to be an Apprentice Healer!" Before having Belle around Banshee always thought herbs were just pretty flowers to be stomped on. But, lately she had really taken to liking learning about their healing and medicinal properties. Perhaps one of these relatives could help her learn.