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It had been several months since she had called her entire pack together for a general meeting. Most of them had gathered when she offered them the chance to achieve a rank, but then there had been those who failed. And now her son had left to create his own empire. There were things they needed to know. She would traipse across the plains, silver paws pressing into the ground as she sought out a meeting place. Coral pools swept across her home, a smirk curling her lips. So much had happened. The russet queen had been sent home, but she was done with them, not yet. She had great plans for the little pack. Haunches would recline, her tail curling around her hips before she tossed her crown back. Her call would boom across the lands, summoning her entire pack to her. Those who failed would be punished severely. Ending her call, she would wait. Audits twitched back and forth, her gaze sweeping wide, they would all flock to her soon enough. Eery patience surrounded her as she waited to see who would be the first to arrive. "Burn Baby Burn"

The call would ring loudly, surrounding the Adravendi completely. How could she ignore? It had been a while since she had seen Cataleya, had anything changed? Perhaps Meinx needed to visit packs and seek alliances? She would raise to her feet quickly, large paws taking her closer and closer towards the destination. Meinx was already fairly close by, and it was to no surprise that she would arrive first. The woman would move swiftly, seating herself in front of Cat, nodding briefly. " Cataleya." Was there any news? Anything that would give them all something to talk about? She would wait patiently. Knowing many more where bound to show up or risk being severely punished by Cat or even Meinx. She was a beta afterall, she held enough power in Arcanum, though she was still loyal to cat, and could only go so far. OOC: Sorry its so short, i wanted to hop in quickly before leaving to get some food<3

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Yes, it had been such time since the Queen had called a meeting but the militant would not complain. This was not her own pack therefore she did not have the weight of meetings and gatherings on her shoulders. Her usual duties of training and serving were enough to fulfil her needs. She took her time arriving to the howl and she was only one of the first to appear. Another russet woman had already answered the call and it would not be long until the maple fighter would join the meeting. She passed a silent bow to the Arcanum Queen as she seated herself on her haunches. She came in like a sleek shadow, no words escaping her. Now she had to wait for the pack to arrive...and for those unloyal excuses for wolves to be soon punished. "Speech"

She did not know of the time it had been since a meeting had been called, but nonetheless, the harlot would arrive, at a steady pace as soon as the call was instilled. There was much difference between the cry of challenge and that of summons. This was the dominant kind of summon. Mandatory to heed. The woman contemplated silently what her punishment could have been should she not had come to listen to whatever the sovereign had to speak of. Her pale gost slipped toward the queen, settling about seven feet away from her, amethysts filled with contempt as she sat, banner still as a stone, and her paws were firm on the ground. Her neck still burned from her battle with Valentine, but she had stopped passing out constantly. What was left, however, was a particularly nasty wound with blood caked on it, but it was a mark of battle. Perhaps the son of the queen still had his memories of what the bitch could do, even if she hadn't won their game. my actions | my words | my thoughts

He was never far away from his wife, today he was at the moor collecting herbs relentlessly. He needed to gather what he could before the first frost and squirrel it all away so if anyone got sick or hurt in the winter they might be able to help them. Her howl would curl towards him and immediately his skull would snap to the sky and ears would swivel to catch the fading echoes of the howl. He would immediately gather the herbs he had collected already in his jaws and made a break for the den her had been collecting them in. He didn't bother hanging them, instead dumped them in the mouth and set off towards the sound. He would arrive after a few others, Menix, Aislinn and Empyrea were there already. Was this it? He didn't feel like he was early but not that late either? Where was everyone? A nod would be tossed to Menix and then a small smile to Aislinn before casting Empyrea a slow look. Where were his grandchildren? Where were the other slaves? A tremor would ripple through him as he slithered towards his wife and seated himself to her right but a bit behind her. he would not speak, would not show affection, simply staying behind her in case he was needed. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

The golden bitch was tending to Ecaterina when the howl came to her ears. She immediately looked up to the atmosphere outside, figuring that the weather would be good enough for her daughter to meet everyone. Her golden head was lowered so she could nuzzle the young girl awake. "The Queen is calling us," she cooed, green eyes vivid with warmth. "We must not ignore her call." She rose from the ground, stretched, and walked outside, only to pause and wait for Ecaterina to rush past her. Cezar remained in the shadows, paranoid looks evident as he moved ahead of the golden woman. Once her daughter was well situated, she set off to the call of Cataleya. Her paws briskly carried her through the Moor, making sure to avoid the very dangerous parts for her daughter's sake. Picking up her daughter at various points, she got dirty while Ecaterina remained clean. After a few plops in the cool swamp marsh, they appeared near the crowd. Maija lowered Ecaterina to the ground and softly grumbled, "Breathe it all in, my dear. The scents, the faces, and the many sizes. These wolves are your family outside of our den, but be careful. Some of them could eat you up for lunch!" At the last sentence, she chuckled and licked her daughter's face before padding towards the inner part of the group. Leaf-green eyes immediately hardened as she saw her fellow high-ranked wolves, one warrior, and the white slave that had pissed off Valentine not so long ago. She gave a firm nod to Cataleya before reclining to her haunches, making sure Ecaterina was beside her the whole time. She let the pup walk around her to rest in between her front legs. Soon the meeting would take place and she couldn't wait to see how her daughter took in the Queen's announcements. speech here

He wasn't sure how long he had been in this place, it felt like eternity. He had yet to meet anyone besides the Queen and his grandfather. He had isolated himself, not even seeing his brother, though that wasn't entirely his fault. Ammy refused to have anything to do with him, he avoided him like a plague. He was perfectly fine staying within his den, but the call of the Queen echoed. If his mother had taught him anything it was to never ignore a pack leaders call. Begrudgingly he would rise, russet paws pressing into the earth as he stretched stiff muscles. He was an awful sight. His coat was matted and dirty, he had lost most of his fat and muscle mass, leaving behind only a russet skeleton. His tail dragged behind him as his head remained low, nose nearly dragging. His gaze was downcast, ears perpetually pulled back. He had become so reclusive that he rarely spoke, rarely left his den, rarely did anything. He was a hermit. If he had looked up he would have seen the small crowd that already gathered, and was continuing to grow. Haunches would drop unceremoniously to the ground with a thud, his posture was hunched and his attention was settled only on the woman that he supposed would have been his step-grandmother. Speech,

Her mother would wake her, soft lyrics pushing the sleep away. Her eyes would flutter open just in time to see her mother move away. She would drag herself to her paws, a yawn parting her lips. She would stretch and shake, excitement steadily replacing her desire to go back to bed. Bouncing after her mother, she would absorb the new land that they moved across. She had never been so far from the den before, though sometimes her mother would steal her fun and carrying her. Soon they would arrive at a strange looking place that was bright and vast, she could see for miles. Her tail wag and she bound after her mother, her pace slowing as a crowd began to creep into view.

She would follow her mother obediently, her gaze scanning each of the wolves that had gathered. Her mother would murmur into her ear, causing her gaze to widen, though not in fear. She would peer up at the woman that sat before the crowd, and the dark man that sat beside her. Haunches would lower between her mothers forelegs, a look of awe tugging at her peculiar features.

Her mothers call reached her ears, spurring forth with renewed energy. She had been on her way back home when her mother called, shoving her into a run. She couldn't be late, her mother would have her hide. Legs would stretch, eating up the ground with each stride. Jaws parted, sucking in air to her lungs as she raced across the lands she knew as home. It would take a few minutes, but she wasn't late. A crowd had already formed, the heir slowing to a walk. Each face was familiar, except for the russet boy that sat alone. He was a hot mess, didn't even lift his gaze to acknowledge anyone. Perhaps she would ask her mother about him after the meeting. Taking her seat amongst the crowd, she would select a spot nearest to her parents, silently instilling her place amongst the pack. Haunches pressed into the earth, tail curling around her hips as she waited silently, focusing on steadying her breath as they all waited collectively for the pack to finish arriving. "Burn Baby Burn"

Amarnat didn't quite feel like he "fit in" here if anything, but he wanted to be with Kylar. Sure Rune was probably the closest to a father that he and Colten had, but Amarant wanted a different kind of shot. He would make it work here. Besides, he wasn't too fond of being left in the den his mother had shared with them, being with his uncle who held the closest relation to her. He didn't want to be forcefully reminded every day that his mother was dead. The sound of his grandfather's mate, and ruler of his new pack, would call them to the front. He was not quick to respond but made a decent time to arrive where he wasn't noticed first thing or because he walked in during the meeting. He would only eye his brother, slumped about with a grueling gaze. Amarant may have felt bad, but still hated him for not being there to spend any time with Maia before she died. He would then search for Kylar, finding him up front with Cataleya as expected. He didn't take a space on the opposite end as his brother, more like a half distance in between the wolves that had shown. He would have to face Colten one day, but he would avoid it for the time being. "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Novocaine moved with more certainty, not the way he once had but he no longer stumbled along no longer found himself tripping upon dips in the ground her had failed to recognize. Still his tail no longer held its usual position hanging limply behind him more often than not. His head was still held high though, his defiant expression stronger than ever. The yearling walked calmly after the summons, his mouth pressed into a blank position though a fire burned behind his good eye. There was already a great number of wolves gathered before the silver bitch and he sneered up at her for a moment then settled upon his haunches among the gathering but not really with anyone.

It seemed like forever since he last saw Cat. But what was it, a couple days ago? His wounds had dried and let only little spots of hairless areas and of course punctures that weren't too noticeable unless eyed. He actually wondered if she knew he decided to stay, if her mate had told her. Or if it would be a surprise that he showed here. He took a seat to the back, only scanning his sapphire eyes across the wolves crowded around. He wondered if he knew any or if anyone knew him. But in any case, he was here to make up the sins he made of Zaria. That of which would never be spoken to anyone here unless demanded by Cat or some sort. He avoided making eye contact with her for the longest time, finally having the guts to look up and see if she had spotted him, or if she even cared. He wondered... Walk"Talk"

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They would all diligently file in one by one. First to arrive was Meinx, which came as no surprise, the woman was nothing if not dedicated. Following her was Aislinn, the warrior that Kylar had promoted. Her little white slave would take a seat, a look of contempt filling her pale features. Perhaps her plans for the woman would lift her spirits. He was the fourth to show, and took his place beside her. Kylar. She would meet his gaze, but said nothing. The golden bodice of her favorite toy would sashay in next, followed by her tiny little bastard. She met the child's wide-eyed gaze with a smirk before looking to the next. Colten, her daughter, and Amarant would all enter within moment of each other. Strange how they were all related, and yet looked nothing alike. Basanti looked well, a little out of breath as she took her seat. Colten looked like he had been dragged through hell and back, he was clearly not handling things well. And his brother, well he was still standoffish, refusing to have anything to do with his sibling. Novocaine was next, his steps steadily growing more and more confident with day. His injuries had healed, but he was forced to live with the repercussions of a missing eye. Lastly he gaze would flicker to a face she loathed. Caeto. She said nothing, gave nothing away as he took a seat, refusing to meet her gaze for the longest time. "I appreciate all of your punctuality. We have much to discuss. First, as you all know, my son, Valentine, has gone and claimed the fallen empire in the south, renaming it Imperium. They are our closest allies and are to be treated as such. Once they have all settled, we will be holding a festival, where everyone can mingle and get the chance to practice their skills against an unknown opponent." Her gaze would sweep her formidable crowd, curious to know what they would think of her forced social interaction. "Secondly, the Queen of Solstice, has been returned home safe and sound." She would sneer viciously. "But unfortunately for them, we are not quite done with their presence. She has gone home, but she still has not paid the price of losing my throne." She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do yet, she would open it up for suggestions after she finished speaking. "What many of you don't know, is that Kylar's grandsons have joined us, Colten and Amarant. Their birth pack, Secretua, will not be happy with their presence here, if needed, we will use force against this pack." She pinned both the boys with a stare, daring them to object. "Now as for ranks. Aislinn, you have already been promoted to warrior. Empryea, because of you help with the prisoner, you will be promoted to a commoner. Do not make me regret it." Hey eyes would narrow upon the ivory woman. If she stepped out of line once, she would be demoted and left with a constant reminder of her failure. "Basanti is still Heir. Colten and Amarant are Juveniles until they decide what they want to specialize in. Novocaine and Caeto, you are both commoners as well, though if you would like to be promoted, speak now."" She would conclude, having spoken of all the key information. But wait, she had forgotten something. "Our old allies, Olympus, will be holding a festival when they reclaim their pack. We will be attending despite their failures, I will be taking 5 wolves, myself included, if you wish to attend, please let me know." Now she was done. She would allow them all time to process the boat load of information she had just dropped on them. "Now, for some fun stuff. Do you have any ideas you would like to contribute to make the russet bitch pay for her weakness?" Her sneer would return, malice dancing across her face as her gaze swept the crowd. She was growing restless, she needed to something, some sort of bloodshed that they could all participate in. "Burn Baby Burn"

Well, there was a train of children, a few more wolves, and the meeting started with the whole of Arcanum present. That must have been the pleasure of the sovereign's day. Amethysts observed with keen interest, features faded to a neutral expression by now. She had looked down numerous times to capture the faces and scents of the newer members of Arcanum. Maybe names would come soon, or maybe not. And so they would. The silver queen would begin to speak, announcing proudly of her son's claim. In the future, Imperium and Arcanum could be an unstoppable empire, that the white harlot knew. The mention of a festival of battle and union was an interesting fact, shifting to accomodate this boat of information riding on a flood of words. Next, the sound of Solstice's queen's return to her pack piqued her interest more so, but the silver woman would not go on in too much detail about such a thing, simply stating that Arcanum was not done with the pack yet. Prices were a debt owed. And from what she had heard, that price was a hefty one. Oh, what joy had come from joining Arcanum out of force. War was at every corner, and as far as she was concerned, blood was a welcome sight in battle. She loved duels. After such simple sound, she would begin upon the coming of Kylar's grandchildren. Empyrea hadn't known of any other children besides Basanti. Quietly, she would flick her ears, looking at the two children nearby. Colten and Amarant. Those names had a nice ring to them. The silver queen's next lyrics spoke of a new beginning for the harlot. She was a harlot no more. Now, she was a simple woman in the pack. Now she could prove who she really could be. The silver queen's stare harshened on her, singling out the white woman, but she would remain still, a respectful smile curling her features. Her lushly accented lyrics flitted from inky lips as she bowed her skull. "I won't make you sorry, m'Queen." None of the others seemed to have a rank change. There was speech of another festivity. Arcanum was getting more social. They still were the deadly ones though, indeed. Maybe later she would request to go, from interest and to prove her loyalties. The silver queen would cease speech, and wait a moment for everyone to absorb the flood of words she had released, then her song would sing with malice, asking for suggestions. The fun stuff indeed. The harlot didn't want to yell it out, but she did not want to be feeble. "Rip everything the russet bitch loves from her! Her children! Her husband! Her pack! Arcanum can make her pay with war!" It was a pretty mainstream idea, yes. War was Arcanum's forte, and to make someone pay such a hefty price would drive them to madness. In the bitch's time as a slave alongside her, Empyrea hadn't really found that much of an interest in her. In fact, she was quite rude, knowing that she wasn't fair game. She should have taken the liberty when she wanted to to give her a few bruised toes at least, but the queen would not have liked an ugly or broken queen to be returned to her home. my actions | my words | my thoughts

Ew. This was awful. Did he ever go to meetings in Secruta? He couldn't remember. Ear would prick to his name, but it was paired with Colten and didn't make too much interest to him. But then suddenly a word he had heard but never attended.

Festival.

He couldn't think one more second, he started to weave his way in between the wolves gathered, not even hearing the next grueling words from Cat and Empyerea. "Ky!" He would shout half-way across the field, but his shouting did not over power the woman's cries of revenge. He finally made it to the front, standing just before Kylar and looking up at him with excited puppy eyes and a slightly wagging tail.

"Ky, I wanna go to the festival!"

He did not shout, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear if no one was talking. Of course his movement through the crowd, possibly bumping into others most likely caught everyone's attention.

The rest of Arcanum quickly began to fill in the empty gaps of the meeting. Perhaps these wolves were loyal enough to attend meetings. At this gathering there were more members than the previous meeting quite a while ago. Arcanum was growing, now with younger adults and pups part of the pack. Most were unknown souls, except for the Chancellor and the Gouverneur. But names would soon be named. The queen would spill all the current news happening within the pack as well as neighboring empires. The queen's son, Valentine, had settled with his own new domain as Imperium. There was soon to be a festival between the allied packs and even if mingling might not be the militant's skilled trait, sparring was rewarding enough. Promotions would be given out as well as a brief statement about another upcoming festival with the Olympus pack. She took no interest in such an activity, one was enough to satisfy her. To conclude her speech, Cataleya mentioned the former prisoner, also known as the Queen of Solstice. She desired revenge for stealing the throne. Plans or ideas? The white woman seemed eager to contribute, wanting to rip away everything the russet queen had. The warrior wasn't too fussed what they did about the situation, as long as she got her own paws dirty. "Yes," She would say in agreement with Empyrea. Her eyes have an amused gleam. "A war, a raid, any vengeance will do." That was the point with Arcanum, was it not? Everything revolved around blood-shed and war with a darker twist. Oh she loved this place. "Speech"

Caeto would listen intently, he was sort of remembering this whole pack thing. He was glad to the mention of his name knowing that Cat didn't really feel him as a traitor. But suddenly this young, black appaloosa spotted boy would go racing across the crowd to greet the two at the front. Appaloosa Spotted. He would have known if one of his siblings had children, his older ones, younger ones, any of them. He would move a little forward to get a better look at the boy but then certain words struck his ears. Russet bitch. Rip everything from her. War. Oh shit. He would think, looking around to make sure no one was able to see his emotions through his eyes. What have I gotten myself into? Was Arcanum like this before? He couldn't remember. Either he drowned out everything because of Zaria, or he cut off those things to remember the good memories of her. He would say nothing, but he would stay. He couldn't walk out now. Walk"Talk"

The meeting began and finally, Cataleya brought up the topic Maija had wanted to avoid hearing. Sibelle's situation would only become worse and there was nothing the golden female could do. She knew if she opposed Cat's wishes and desires, there would be hell to pay and her vanity was high enough for her to avoid such dramatic effects. She silently wanted to slash the white wolf's throat, show her the pain that Sibelle herself had gone through after being captured. Bloodlust for her sister's revenge boiled in her veins, but Maija didn't show any evidence of her thoughts. That was just how good she was.
Instead of showing her true feelings, she didn't say a word. Her leaf-green eyes, hardened from so much practice, continued to watch Cataleya. Her words only mattered and whatever she said, it was what she would listen to. Ears twitched slightly before she moved her front paws closely around Ecaterina's small frame. If her daughter had any questions, she would answer them as best as she could.




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((Talked with Saff who confirmed it was alright to assume that Freya was at the meeting the whole time since she was just added to the pack.))

Freya listened, a slight frown forming upon her face as Catalya spoke. She had given her mother and sister some space, watching the other wolves in curiosity and yet as her aunt was brought up she had eyes only for her mother, emerald gaze turning to stare at the golden woman, watching for the reaction from her mother. Maija seemed to not react though Freya could see the slight stiffness in her mother?s posture and Freya sighed to herself. That particular news didn?t exactly sit well with her. She turned her attention towards the silver woman again however as a festival was mentioned. She waited for the woman to grow quiet for a moment. ?I would like to attend.? She spoke, raising her usually soft voice to be heard from her position, rising to her paws. Then as suggestions for punishment for her aunt rose around her she seated herself, ducking her head to hide her growing sense of disgust Talk like this

The boy listened, frowning as his rank was mentioned. A twinge of self-doubt rolled through him but he pushed it down, supressing it. ?I?d prefer to be Militant? He spoke a slight growl rumbling through his voice. He wondered how she would react, he may have lost to his sister but that did not mean he was out for the count and the fact she seemed to think so frustrated and angered him.
The pulse of conversation vibrated around him, suggestions of war buzzing in the air and Novocaine?s expression shifted to a grin, wild eyed joy taking hold of him. The idea of war rose up within him, building perverse joy visibly inside him.