"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... The boy was alone. He had wandered back to Alacritia with some loner. Some stupid fae who tried to mother him and show him sympathy. But Forsaken honestly didn't care that he had been abandoned by his father. His brother was gone too... they up and left and he tried to follow. He had no idea how to get home, nor did it matter anymore. The boy would find his own path. His mother was nice... too nice... too soft. Just like that other woman. The red-brown and white boy would growl to himself as he padded into claimed territory. Forsaken didn't know better. He had been born a loner and never taught of packs, of laws and responsibility. No... he knew only his existence and getting what he wanted. His golden eyes would scan the plains around him with little interest. He hadn't run into any other wolf in some time... guess that meant he was going to have to try and find something to eat himself. Maybe he could find a mouse or something around here. ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance......Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?

Despite her distaste for the plains, she patrolled the boards, clearing marking them as her own. Perhaps she push this onto Kylar, he had an infatuation with the plains, he could mark them. Nostrils would quiver, bringing the woman to a halt. Someone had crossed the border, a child by the smell of it. Turning, she would follow the criminal, quickly catching up to the kid. She would linger behind for a bit, watching him, waiting to see how long it would take her to be noticed. Lips twitched in irritation, surely he wasn't quite so foolish as to cross the border without knowing? Her eyes would roll as she lengthened her stride in an attempt to come up behind the child and blanket him with her shadow. "Your lack of brains will get you killed one day." Soft words would leave her dark jaws as a twisted grin curled her features wickedly. She would peer down at the child, a brow lifting curiously as a look of distain and disapproval rolled over her decorated features. He was only a child. But if he was to survive, he and better learn quickly. Idly she would wonder where his parents where. He seemed far to young to be traveling alone, but there was no one else around. Perhaps he had wandered off? Gotten lost? No matter what, he was hers now.

"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... It wasn't that Forsaken hadn't noticed her present. No. He deliberately ignored it. The woman following him wasn't one he knew, nor seemed to have any business with him. At least that was what Forsaken thought until she spoke. Her voice spoke in a soft tone, her shadow over him, but the boy was unafraid. He would turn, gazing at her with golden orbs. "Are you the one who was going to kill me, woman?"[/color] The boy's words held no respect at all. To him this woman was just another worthless stranger... someone of no importance to him, or his family. Well... what was once his family. His look would challenge her, despite his size, his age, his lack of experience. He didn't even fear death. Ears would flick back, body not shifting another inch. Body held a position far too bold for what he was... in the end he was nothing yet. But Forsaken believed that if it was willed by the divine he lived long enough who would be something. What that would be, well, time would only tell, wouldn't it? ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance......Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?

Fools. Children were such fools. Her eyes would narrow as he spoke. Not an ounce of respect was held in his tones. His body posture was far to bold for her likely. Her expression went cold as she moved forward in an attempt to close the distance between them. This boy would pay dearly. He wasn't going anywhere, that much was for certain. "Foolish boy." Moving with enough speed that she hoped he wouldn't be able to keep up, her left leg would strike out, in an attempt to sweep both his front legs out from under him. He was a child and undoubtedly clumsy. Next her jaws would swoop on, her crown lowering to be able to reach. Her skull would tip to her left so that she could attempt to grab the right side of his tiny neck. Her overall goal was to knock him onto his pitiful side, to pin him beneath her and claim him as her own. He has signed his death warrant. He wasn't going anywhere. He was here for life, or until he was old enough to attempt to fight for his freedom. Her jaws did not aim to kill, only to grab a tight enough hold to show him just where he was ranked within this world. Her pack was small, she needed numbers, but she certainly didn't need a bothersome child. He would grow though, become stronger, become her weapon. But first, he needed to be taught a very important lesson of respect. He had no power here, and he never would, he was merely just another pawn for the Queen to use.

"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... Forsaken hadn't expected the woman to lash out at him. No, being a child he thought he was safe from such things. His mother had often told him wolves wouldn't attack children, seeing them little, but they could very well kidnap them, and warned him to stay close. The words would leave her mouth and she'd move, catching Forsaken completely off-guard. Her left leg would strike out, sweeping his legs from under him. In a matter of seconds he was on the ground, her jaws grabbing onto the right side of his neck. He was pinned, his golden eyes wide with surprise, anger, and twinged with something else. Pleasure. The rough movements, the dominance the queen cast over him and showed... it brought a warm tingling to his spine. Being thrown around... an added bonus. There was something twisted in the boy's mind, but this act... was something but unexpected and desired. The hold was tight. Not enough to seriously hurt him, but enough for Forsaken to know she meant business. To know he was beneath her and held no power. The cockyness from the boy faded, but the single gold orb would look up at her, a glint of respect in it now. "So I am yours then." The words were calm enough, perhaps eerily calm for his situation as he accepted his face and submitted to her. His body was still, waiting. He had much to learn, and in a life of servitude he would do that. He already liked this woman, one who was not afraid to take what she wanted, to show she meant business and designate her place in this world. No... Forsaken didn't feel anger or bitterness. Only satisfaction. The lost dog had found it's new master. ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance......Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?

With satisfaction she would watch the boy crumple beneath her. He would not fight, going utterly still beneath her. A smile curled her lips as her fangs sank into his throat, without piercing his innocent flesh. His soft words were music to her ears. He was given her total control of his life. He was now nothing more than prisoner with her grasp, she was free to do with him as she pleased. She would release him, but not before inflicting a harsh nip on his shoulder. Rocking back, she would peer down him, waiting for him to pick himself up. "Yes, you are all mine." Words darkened with wicked intent. "Now what is your name boy." Demanding words like her maw, as haunches reclined toward the earth. She was not this boys mother, nor would she act like. He was now a slave within her pack, he had no worth and held no power. He had been the one foolish enough to trespass and then so blatantly disrespect her. If he was lucky, she might allow him to challenge for a rank or his freedom when he was older, and capable. But for now, he was trapped with nowhere to go, and no one to save him.

"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... The moment those fangs would move into his throat, hard enough to press the flesh but not pierce it, a light intake of breath was made. Perhaps unnoticed by the woman, but there was an odd thrill in how she handled him. She made him hers. Forced him to be what she wanted... Not that he had any clue yet just how far that would go. The turn in nature this female had compared to others was fascinating. He didn?t understand everything yet, but things would surely be revealed in time. He was released, feeling the sharp nip of fangs on his shoulder. He would give a shudder, another spasm of pleasure, at the pain. He enjoyed it. She did not show weakness... Only strength. She wouldn?t even tolerate a pup being disrespectful. Oh how different she was from his own mother! Not that this lady was such a caretaker. No... She was his master and he was her servant of evil. Forsaken would rise, golden gaze lifting to her. He still held that fierce look, but that was definitely a light of respect within now. His intrigue too would show, though he doubted the silver woman would care. He could care less what she had in store for him... She would give him a purpose, a direction, and he would act as commanded. He was born to be a weapon, just lost from the one who was to direct him. Someday in the future the fun would begin, and it was all thanks to this Queen. Her words came a demand, and there was no hesitation in his answer, only clear response. ?Forsaken, of the Armada line.? The words would come out calm, so surprisingly calm for his situation. No begging, no pleading, only acceptance of his fate. ?If I may, could I have the privilege of knowing your name? Or would you prefer the title Master?? There was no sarcasm, only seriousness. Yes, there was something not quite right with this child. Flawed yes, but not to the point of being useless as a pawn. He would raise a brow to her. That act of dominance was the start of something... And where it would lead only Cataleya could dictate. ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance......Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?

She would watch as he rose to his feet, quietly accepting his fate. His name rolled off his tongue, Forsake. How fitting. She would smirk. His words were serious as he asked for her name, and what she preferred to be called. "Cataleya." Her name rolled fluidly off her tongue with practiced ease. "You may call you whatever you wish." She had no use for titles, nor did she really care how she was addressed, so long as it was done politely. Idly she would stare down at him, pondering what to do with him. "Leave these lands, and it'll be the last thing you do." She would coo softly to the boy, as though she cared for him. "You will come when called, whether it be me or another ranking member." Commands rolled off her tongue with ease as she peered down at the boy. He had better learn his place, and learn it fast. He would be the only slave in this pack, perhaps she should tell him. But it would be so amusing to watch him slowly figure it out. "You will ranked as a slave until you are old enough to challenge for a higher rank." There was no negotiating it, at least not now. She raised a brow, daring him to challenge it. Limbs would support her easily, carrying her away from the boy, not bothering to look if he followed or not, she was done here, and was more than ready to return to the moor. -exit unless stopped-

"...InSaNiTy... The Weight Of The Air Is Torture... ...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... Cataleya. The name would be marked in his memory, from here onward. Golden gaze focused on her. So the silver queen didn?t care for titles, but she would lay down the law. Her words were soft, but Forsaken knew better than to doubt the truth they held. If he tried to leave, to run, he would be killed. What else could ?it?ll be the last thing you do? mean? He might have been ignorant, disrespectful, and clueless of many things... But there was one thing Forsaken certainly wasn?t; stupid. He would heed her words, her lessons, and perhaps when he was old enough he could successfully challenge for that higher rank. There was no challenging it right now... He didn?t have the strength to do so. But he would grow. Live. The chance would come. The waiting period was his punishment. ?I understand, Lady Cataleya. I will do as you say.? Not that he had much choice if he wanted to live. Golden gaze would watch her as the silver queen moved, walking away from him. She didn?t look back to see if he followed, or to see if he tried to run. But he wouldn?t dare. Not now. There were lessons to be learned here, however, and Forsaken would take them in stride. Living as a slave, sad as it was, could be much more beneficial than living with his mother and sister, had he been able to find them again. So the dog would trail after the one who claimed him, silent as he focused on his newest fascination. -Exit Forsaken.- ...InSaNiTy.. The Illusion Of Ignorance... ...Try And Stop It From Corrupting...?