Where Do Your Demons Hide?
It was promptly after meeting, and he had not given them long to think at all. Those that were willing to rise in war would do so, those that contemplated it would only mean they would back out at the last minute. he had no time for those that lacked commitment. This was a war game; only the willing would play, and he knew that, and he openly accepted it.
The demon stood in a massive field, his body atop a minor slope in the land, he looking to stand even more above them than his natural stature allowed him. Tail writhed and turned and the imperatoor raised his muzzle and demanded they come. He had put them near a source of water so that wounds would be addressed as quickly as possible. He was going to train them all. make them all as vicious as he could; but none would attain his level, of this he was certain. He did not seek to make mongers out of Valhalla's populace, but he did expect to make something worthwhile. He did expect to make them want to fight for their things. They had lived in the obvious nature of things that they could have whatever. Now, they had someone telling them different. They needed to learn how to take back their rights, for they would always face opposition. Always.
She found the mass of her father perched atop a small slope, his back to her, she doubted he was unaware of her presence. Blue and silver eyes glanced around her, no one else had yet arrived. Stilts pushed her up to tans by her fathers side. "Father." lyrics flowed from her lightly colored jaws, crown tilting up slightly to meet her fathers gaze.
"What's going on?" Fiery plume swayed at her feet, one ear directed at her father, the other listening for the approach of the pack. Since when did her father summon the pack? Since when did he wan anything to do with Vahlallans? As she got older things became clearer. Her mother wasn't coming back. Her father favored er eldest sister. She was doomed to be stuck in this pack.
Rayne |
The meeting had ended with Synrix being named Alpha. She wasn't sure how that would turn out once Gideon returned, she couldn't see the make just stepping down. But she wouldn't question Chrysanthes decision. After being promoted, and her training completed, the pale woman felt it was wise to attend Synrixs meeting for training. There was nothing wrong with a little extra practice. And with war on the horizon she was sure that her find Erani would be centered in the battle, caring for the wounded. Since her training, it was almost as though she was a different wolf. She carried herself with confidence, her gait graceful, head high wherever she went. It was how she made her entrance when she found Synrix on top of a small slope. It came as no surprise that he would place himself higher than the rest. She offered a nod of greeting at she took a seat to wait for the rest. Blue and gray eyes drifted the fae standing st the new Alphas side, they looked so similar. She assumed this was one of his daughters. It was such a same Eos had vanished, leaving behind her little family. |
A summons had dripped from the lips of her father, and Vyvienne was not yet big enough to disobey him. Long limbs carried her powerful frame towards the call, acidic gaze immediately landing upon one of her siblings. The dark-drizzled girl arrived at the side of her sister, Sevan, pressing into her harshly and aiming to nip at her scruff. The point was clear; rub her scent into the pelt of her sibling, dominate her, show her just who she belonged to. Vyvienne refused to have any confusion when it came to her possessions; they were hers, and everyone was forbidden to touch them.
Her eyes shifted from her sister to her father, looking upon him curiously. At the meeting he had been promoted, a ruler of Valhalla, and because her father was hers that meant that this pack was now hers. Alas, the girl would not go proclaiming such things, but her posture made it evident. She carried herself with authority, frame stiff and tall, challenging any who would dare to challenge her. Her size had given her arrogance, her blood doubled that, and the accumulation of her possessions made the dark girl feel like a god.
the titan would not be give a crowd that was excessive and immediately disappointment in those of Valhalla would begin to stir in his heart. a massive snarl would rip free of his lungs and his eyes would dart around. Now, he was demanding them, urging them. This was not a time to relax, and Valhalla needed to realize that. His children had come with beautiful imediacy. Looking forward to the same chaos that he had so longed to plunge into. They craved destruction as much as he did, and a bit of it made his heart swell with pride. Today, they could learn the basics, and then, they would learn how to choose things to fight for. He enjoyed the pointless scrap here and there, but he would not lean constantly into pointless drabble. He had things to do always--wasting time was not an option.
vyvienne moved in and her presence seemed to encumber the most pride to the situation, simultaneously, Cynder introduced rivalry, and Sevan came with the willingness to merely see what was going on. Tongue lashed hungrily across his lips and his eyes danced over the bodice of the healer that had so willingly come. How intriguing, no? "This is a pathetic way to begin what an empire should consist of. Very well. If children must lead Valhalla perhaps it is time for a change," what was happening here? He had no idea. The beast flicked his tail idolently and looked at each of them carefully (first to rayne) "Do you even wish to learn how to fight?" she didn't seem the warring type. he needed to be certain of her motives.
"Cynder, Vyvienne, Sevan," he began and his lips curled into a prideful smile, "Welcome to what the rest of your life should be dedicated to--Victory," the serpent moved towards Sevan, eyes following her carefully, and as he got closer and closer he would aim to walk along the right side of her, head twisting towards her neck, and immediately throwing his jaws forward to sieze her neck. Hopefully successful he would not squeeze or add pressure, merely glare at the others. their first lesson was given immediately.