i took it all for the chase
basilisk
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
Instead of waking them with a growl, he stepped quietly into the space where strangers were allowed to roam in daylight hours. His cat claws sheathed, his furred paws made no move as he walked the stone.
There was the sense that something stirred deeper within, and so he walked. Silently and deadly until his eyes fell on a wolf the tones of moonlight. As of the moon herself had stepped into his territory.
“There will be consequences for that.” He warned her, not as if the idea displeased him
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
His prey made it to the cavern entrance, and out into the night. She glowed in the moonlight, her coal a pearly shine, and he followed the blaze. Grinning under his breath, because he had no intention of fighting fair. His reindeer was already trotting into position. Guided by the falcon above them. Moving to cut off her direction, and force her into a thicket of his choosing.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
He sent his Wyrm ahead. The one of a kind creature folded her wings and slithered through the undergrowth with the ease of a snake. He knew the moment she had located their prey. He heard her hiss, and followed the noise. Moving as close as he could to the silver wolf without touching the undergrowth.
The Wyrm Larimer rose up, spreading out her wings and hissed a few breaths from the wolf who was a rabbit. “She's deathly poisonous.” He lied with smooth ease. “One bite and you'll be writhing on the floor in the worst agony of your life before you die. I've seen wolves bitten by her attempt to claw their own face off. You can take that route, if you like.” He said, sounding eager for her to take that path. “Or you can surrender yourself to me now.”
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
“For the crime of trespassing-” The market after hours belonged to the pack. She had stepped where she was not welcome-”and for the crime of stealing…” he paused, his smile sly as he corrected himself. “Attempted thief.” He said with some satisfaction “I am taking you as an Armada wolf. A slave. Mine.” a dangerous thing to be. He leaned forward, his incredible size towering over her as he smiled, displaying his elongated fangs and the hint of snake in his strange eyes. “Submit to me. On your back.” He ordered her, the pose of a fully submissive wolf. Lymair hissed behind her to remind her of the Wyrm's presence. When the wolf complied, he leaned forward and gently nipped her exposed throat. Holding her life in his jaws for a brief moment before releasing her. “Come with me, Armada slave, wolf of mine. I'll explain a few things to you. A slave will have the opportunity to fight for their freedom, or a position in the pack. But first, they must earn that right…” He explained as he walked.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
He led her back to the market, Slipping into the cavern and approaching the still sleeping wolf he had left to guard it for the night. The winged wolf's dark form was just another shadow in the darkness, his wings tightly pulled against his side. He gave Wylan a gentle kick in the ribs. Enough to wake up. His voice was less kind when he spoke. “You and I will be talking about this in the morning” he warned his winged heir, and continued on. Leading his new wolf into the Col. His wolf. The Warlord liked possession just a little too much. “Your new home is called the Armada. Your Master” he said the last with amused infliction “is Basilisk. You can address me as Warlord, or Master.” He informed her. The space in the cool was deserted, except for the guards at each end of the Col. The moonlight bathed his territory, and highlighted the old stone that held the pack's rules. “can you read?”
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
He gave her another sly look. He could almost feel her attempt to find balance in this very new situation she had been thrust into. “I suppose our laws, and what rules should not be broken will be a mystery until then.” A challenge. A reason to learn, and the start down the path to better herself that all Armada slaves must tred. “Come.” He ordered, leading her away from the Obelisk and its mysteries. He led her to the storeroom, which was kept tiny and organised by his soon to be wife. “Down the corridor to the left are hot springs, you may make use of them in your down time.” He told her. Life in the Armada was not without its advantages. She could do well for herself, if she remembered who she served first and foremost.
He turned to the right, into the store room proper. He moved to the rack of bedding, glancing back for a moment to assess her size before grabbing a tiger coat. He moved to the food section next, keeping a close eye on his wolf and her sticky paws. He threw some dried meat and a canteen into a bag with little explanation, and drew her back out of the storeroom before she could try a repeat of what had brought her here. Once they were out, he thrust the two items at her. “Carry.” He ordered her.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
He led her to the den that Ignita had claimed and he shared with her. He paused at the door, turned back to his wolf. “Inside this den is a wolf called Ignita. You will obey her commands as if they are my own. Any disrespect, any hurt to her I will deliver to you tenfold.” He was kind enough to warn her. He knocked to announce himself, which he did not usually do and entered. “Ignita, are you awake?”
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Ignita had roused briefly when he left then slipped back into dreams until she heard his familiar knock. She was still easily awoken by the noise, ready to jump to his call, but she blinked and remembered who she was now.
Why was he knocking?
"I am now." She replied, her voice still laden with sleep but carried her typical sunny tone. She sat up from beneath the furs, blinking away the sleep. She saw his titanic silhouette against the door frame, it was still dark outside. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head as he walked in, confused until a stranger followed him.
Ignita's pose and demeanor changed as she caught sight and smell of the stranger. If this were the market, in the daytime, or somewhere outside of the Col she would be friendly and warm. This was not those circumstances. This was the Warlord bringing in a strange tall fae into their den, in the middle of the night.
Was their fight a day ago enough for him to discard her already, in the face of his promises? Her face fell from amorously tired to flat and still-faced, her mind seeking the meditative flow of serenity to calm her nerves. Her golden sunshine eyes met the fae's and quickly shifted to take in the rest of her. She noted how she carried herself like an elegant warrior. A fighter. Ignita was neither elegant nor strong in her own eyes. Her gaze dashed to Basilisk as he neared her, a shimmering question. This observation was all at rapid flash fire speed.
"Hello," She hastily trained her tone to coldly curious as she trained her gaze back from the warlord to the woman, then back again,"Is this... a new songbird, my Love?" She asked carefully. It could be the only reason he was here, but why show her... now in the middle of the night?
Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
“This little Songbird is called Rabbit.” He informed her, she could claim back her name at a later date. Whatever it was. He had never asked. “I caught her attempting to steal from the closed market. She belongs to me now. To us.” He informed her, the newness of ‘us’ clear in his voice. “She's quick.” He said, eyes amused, before letting warmth infuse them again. “Hmm… a wedding gift for you, my Love.” He hadn't intended that when he had walked in the den, but something about her closed off expression made him wish to chase the look away.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
Yara
Intermediate Fighter (45)
Intermediate Intellectual (30)
3 Years
Female
0
Sinchanted
Ignita's waking brain shook off the sleep rather quickly as she observed the reactions between each wolf. Ignita caught the subtle flicker of discomfort from the moonlit and smoke femme as Bas introduced her as Rabbit. The corner of her own lip twitched, he had called her, and even still does, Little Bird.
"Oh? A thief? To us?" She asked of him askance, his own story or the truth? With how he captured Ignita at first he had claimed she was a thief when she was naive and didn't know any better. Was this the same situation?
She hadn't realized that her new status would place her here. She had never thought she would even get to a moment like this. Being presented a slave as a gift, for her to command and lord over. As he mentioned that she was quick Ignita felt a strange dichotomy of looking at "Rabbit" standing before her and knowing just how it felt to be looked over like this in such a way.
She was silent but shifted her gaze back to Basilisk in a subtle narrowing of the eyes as he decided on the spot to present "Rabbit" as a wedding gift.
"You... Hm" She started at Basilisk at first but then changed her mind midway and turned back to the new songbird of Armada, "We'll have much to discuss in the morning then. We don't suffer thieves here." She said coolly, hopefully, she had embodied a more confident air than she felt, Ignita was the Steward of the pack.
She turned to her lover and previous master, softening her gaze on him in just such a way as to suggest promises soon, "Darling, the old painting den was cleared while you were away. I believe that'll be suitable for her until we find her a better abode." She suggested, playing with her words in such a way as he had used on her before. She relaxed onto her elbows, waiting for him to take the girl to the den she indicated.
Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.
Basilisk
Warlord
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
Bloodletter
4 Years
Male
1085
Seadragoness
“Come, Rabbit.” He ordered. His voice, which has softened for his Mate sharpened again as he spoke to the newest slave.
He led her to a den a short trott across the Col, and clearly visible from the den he shared with Ignita. He stepped through the door and looked at the space. “Eat. Sleep. Tend to your Mistress in the morning. Any questions?” He allowed this one small grace to the new slave.
As his Consort, Ignita can enter any of his threads without warning
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