Note - This will be set before the claiming of Apollo since Cat may possibly be maimed. 

It was once again that time. Training had been a success, nearly everyone had attended, and those that hadn't would be dealt with today. She would travel with easy towards the moor, choosing to hold this here. Mist would swirl around her ankles coral gaze sweeping the small clearing that she had found. Much needed to be discussed. The tournament that would be held between her sons pack and her own. Then she would need to introduce her children to the pack, as well as spread news of Pantheon and their new found status as enemies of Arcanum. Haunches would fold beneath her, tail curling about her hips. Silver crown tipped back, her call would spill from her lips in her usual deceptively soft tones. She would summon the entire pack to her, her children included. As her summons came to an end, she would sit in silence, ears attentive to the approach of her members, and perhaps her husband. Her children would not miss the chance to meet the pack, particularly her spitfire of a daughter.  "Burn Baby Burn"

First round is due by January 20th!

A call rang out, summoning her to her queen's presence. Before heeding the call Skadi sought out the small form of her apprentice. Finding her, she said, "Come, the Queen calls," and without another word began to move towards the meeting place. The girl showed promise, following her around like a shadow and doing as she was told without complaint. This placid behavior had done wonders for her standing in Skadi's eyes. The girl had graduated from a slave to a genuine apprentice. Of course Skadi hadn't told her that, but she had indeed moved up in the world - Skadi's world, at least. Reaching the Queen, Skadi dipped her head respectfully before parting with a greeting. Her voice sweet, she said, "My Queen." "Speaking" -- Thinking

Blood lust sated for the time being the warrior woman finds it easier to focus on the every day tasks of her station such as border patrol.  The battle turn out had been impressive and despite some illnesses and a few timid souls she was fairly impressed with her packmates and in particular her Queen.  It was through spilled blood that the gray ghost had earned her trust and full allegiance.  So when the call rang out for them to gather, Aerndís answered immediately.  

The gladiatrix arrived reasonably early and dipped her head in greeting both to Skadi and then a bit lower to Cataleya.  "Good evening, Lady Cataleya"  She moved to sit next to the earth-toned woman, ears alert and eager for the pack business and if there were any enemies she might be able to sink her fangs into.


"Speech"

 

Uhh, another meeting? The boy would lift from his den and make his way towards Cataleya's call. There had been many of those lately, even calls that others had made. The training session had been really awkward for Amarant, though he felt like he was more a puppy when he fighting that small woman. He wasn't sure what to do and he felt very overpowering to her. If anything, he was more scared of actually hurting her. Most likely he didn't belong in Arcanum, but he liked living here with his brother and his grandfather. Of course ticking off Cat was one of his favorite thing to do, but he tried to lay off it most the time. He hadn't gone too far... yet. There were only a couple wolves when he arrived. He chose a spot close to the two other women, but made his own little bubble. He looked at the both of them with a wag of his tail before looking up at Cat and then around, waiting for everyone else to arrive. Walk "Talk" Think

The man would rise to his paws, not really in a den but just laying about the lands. He still remained quiet around the other's, he hadn't remembered talking to anyone other than the woman he fought for the training. His voice might as well disappear because there was no use for it anymore. He rarely ever went out to see his family, and of course it was very few words if he did happen to say anything. He would come to the meeting, eyeing Cat until he made a seat behind the other wolves. And of course, as he did every time there was a meeting, he looked to the black spotted boy and avoided any contact with him. How on earth he got into the pack was far beyond his mind, weird how the two could be here together. He hadn't really seen his other half-brother, being a little harder to spot out. He was normally distracted by the black spotted boy anyway... He would wait and listen for Cat to speak, of course after everyone showed up. His ears where always on her during these things. And his mind drifting to his disloyal father... Walk "Talk" Think

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Pulling herself away from a solitary border patrol, the woman lumbered towards the slowly forming crowd. She answered the call immediately, arriving at the meeting promptly. Flattering greetings were passed to the Queen and unlike those souls, ske kept silent. Whilst passing Cataleya's presence, she would respectively bow before slithering through the bodies to find a seat. Faces grew more familiar. There was the spotted ebony boy known as Amarant, another male with a similar tanned pattern who she assumed would be kin, her sparring partner Skadi and the bronze woman who had held the recent training meeting, Aerndis. Seating herself in the outskirts of the gathering, she would patiently await the news and announcements the Queen would soon inform them. "Speech"

He hasn't been in the pack for more than a few days now, and it is easy to say he has already grown accustomed to pack life again. It was easy being a pack wolf, all he had to do was pull his weight around and food, shelter, and.. wolves to "play" with, were handed directly to him. It was a lot easier than being on his own, where he had to hunt and fend for himself constantly just to stay alive- not that it was hard for him to do so. But having things handed to him on a silver platter was far better than finding it himself. Plus he was back with Cataleya, the woman who had saved him from his mothers abandonment. He owed Cataleya a great debt, and what better way to pay her off than allowing her to use him like a pawn? He would serve the tyrant until she no longer needed him, and he doubted she would grow tired of his services anytime soon.  He is lost in thought when the queens summon seeps across the fog encased moor, her call urging her members into her proximity, and disturbing the behemoth. 'Must be a meeting or something', he thinks to himself. Amethyst eyes dart toward Mevia, who is eagerly waiting by his side to respond to the call. The duo then makes their way toward the summon, and after a few minutes of walking, the reach the small gathering. A few wolves are gathered around the queen, and the titan makes his way toward her, his eyes darting from face to face as he towers above the other members. He is by far the largest wolf in the pack, (besides Kylar, who stood at the same height as he did) since the.. "king".. was not here yet."Cataleya..." He murmurs as he approaches the silver  queen, the corners of his lips curling into a devilish smirk. He then stops and takes a seat before the tyrant, Mevia coming to sit beside him as the duo waits for the queen to give her orders. Walk "Talk" Think

                    her mother’s saccharine tones { beguiled and domineering } extract the dainty viper from the premises of her sleeping chambers with an exasperated huff, triangular ears immediately perking  as she pinpoints the location of the silver wraith. and her lissome appendages prompt the sovari babe in the direction of the summons with an aura of bitter indignation { for she is evidently displeased at having been forcibly withdrawn from slumber }, footfalls heavy with juvenile outrage -- reminiscent of a budding temper tantrum. and as she approaches the steadily-increasing crowd, her vermillion gaze is stagnant upon the behemoth physique of her own mother, eyes smoldering with discernible fury whilst her countenance contorts with a deploring scowl that she hopes will convey her festering contempt. just to pronounce such intensified emotion, however, the viper purposefully distances herself towards the back of the gathering and entirely out of proximity from her mother { as opposed to her claimed ‘spot’ betwixt the queen’s forelimbs }, reclining sloppily upon taut haunches in a form of infantile defiance, her attention fixated wholly upon her mother even though her pupils wrathfully avert from the woman’s own.

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Atka

The call roused Atka, but it was Skadi's approach and words that pulled her into alertness, and she ghosted along behind the woman in equal silence as the warrior obeyed her queen's call. The group already gathered was fairly small, but Skadi had answered the command promptly so that was to be expected. Purple eyes scanned the crowd, seeing many of the same wolves who had appeared to the fights including the speckled female who had called that training session, but just as she approached the group - having paused watchfully at the edges to study the wolves while Skadi continued on - a giant of a male strutted into their midst, a pale ghost of a wolverine trailing behind. Her gaze fell on the wolverine with cautious distaste, for Atka had encountered a few of her kind on the range and had grown to dislike them, but it was the flash of violet from the male's dark coat that really caught her eye. Quietly, the small yearling cat-footed her way into the pack, taking her usual spot behind and to the side of Skadi, but her gaze immediately turned back to this purple-tainted ebony male. Narrow-eyed, she observed him with a wary appraisal - not trusting either the giant wolf nor the beast who followed him, but not needful of or willing to seek reassurance from Skadi either.


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Her mothers voice would beckon her silently. She was not the first to arrive. Familiar faces had already gathered around her mother, including her sister who was pouting in the back. She would smirk, dipping her head to her mother in greeting. A large male sat beside her mother, a male that was not her father. A brow would lift, but she said nothing. Her father would not be happy, when and if he showed up. The heiress would move to sit beside her angry sister, haunches folding before she sought to nudge the smaller girl with a foreleg. Look like that any longer and your face will get stuck. She teased, though her voice was monotonously serious. Her younger sister played an excellent game of being a little badass, but she was still a pup, and the older girl knew that things would still frighten her. Verdant gaze tipped down towards her sister, a faint smirk threatening to lift her lips. WORDS HERE

                                   

As soon as the call would hit her lobes Menx would stop her activities and make her way over towards the meeting. Her pace would remain at a light jog, wishing to get there on time rather then late. She met no rouges who wished to join or trespass, which would make her get to the area rather smoothly, her gaze would survey the crowd, many had always made it way before Meinx did. She would speak no words to Cat, simply nodding in her direction before sitting herself next to Basanti. Though, as she did Meinx would notice a girl beside her. For a moment the beta was completely lost, completely forgetting about the queens pregnancy until being suddenly reminded. The babe looked so much like her mother. Meinx did not wish to stare though, and really it wasn't THAT interesting. She would shift her gaze back onto Cat, waiting for her to make her announcement if she had any.

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The call from Cataleya's mouth sounded to the whole Moor, including Maija's den. She had been play fighting with Ecaterina, snarls and low growls radiating from the darkened home until they were summoned. A firm smirk appeared on her face and she looked over to her growing daughter. "Să mergem, Ecaterina. Regina Cataleya nu trebuie să rămână în așteptare!" Let's go, Ecaterina. Queen Cataleya mustn't be kept waiting! With her head held high, she left the den and trotted towards where the meeting would be held. She felt her daughter fall into step beside her and when they reached the part of the Moor Cat had chosen, her face hardened and eyes gleamed with a glassy shine. They roved across the wolves already gathered, curiosity peaking at the children Cataleya had recently given life to. She walked towards Cataleya, gave her a firm nod, then proceeded to step towards a seat near Meinx. As Eca moved to sit beside her, she hopefully looked at her queen, claws digging into the ground beneath her. It had been quite awhile since she had tasted blood she had spilled or heard another's cry from pain...She was getting ready. As Maija and Ecaterina ambled towards the meeting, Cezar tagged along at a slower pace. He had finished consuming a large meal and intended to take a nap, but apparently, the ruler had an agenda. Without complaining externally, he remained in the shadows, blending in well with his surroundings as he followed his golden vixen and her sweet pup. Dark eyes gleamed knowingly as he watched the gathering of wolves increase in size before he jogged towards Maija's sitting form. He found a comfortable spot beside Ecaterina, bumped her large haunch with his shoulder, and waited to see what all the hubbub was about. Speech,

Niketas's grey-blue tipped ear flicked at the sound of Catalya's howl. A meeting. He sighed and pulled his large form up onto his paws before making his way toward the sound. After the last training he had attended his eagerness to be a part of his pack had quickly diminished. Golden paws trudged toward the meeting, the expression on his face one of mild irritation and discontent. It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, that was far from the case. He was simply bored. After being cheated out of a decent fight at the training he couldn't help but wonder if coming here had been a mistake. He hadn't seen his mother since he arrived and he had only seen Freya at the battle training. Little Freya had been given a fight, but he had been given Ekko. He tucked away his irritation for later as he approached the crowd that had already gathered. He spotted his mother first, standing out like a golden sun among the other more neutrally colored wolves. Feeling obligated to acnologe his mother's presence, he made his way through the crowd toward her so that he could press his nose silently and affectionately to her shoulder. He'd glance to the pup at her side, quietly wondering to himself if this was his youngest sibling, and then move away from the two of them. Majia had yet to introduce him to the girl so he didn't feel obligated to speak to her. He wasn't in the most social of moods anyway. He reclined onto his haunches at the edge of the group, his acidic gaze finding Catalya and waiting to find out what this was all for. Talk You Think

A howl would drift and echo around them but unlike his sister he would not stir immediately. Instead he would wait, listening to the sounds of her leaving before lifting his own head and allowing gaze to follow her retreating form. She was always so grumpy… For lack of any other reason other then the fact that he hadn't wanted to walk with his sister he would simple wait, intending to arrive late. He would count down slowly from 100 in his mind before pushing himself up and then following her path. Though movements seemed far slower then the others his long limbs had no issue devouring the distance between his family's den and the pack meeting. He would find a large group gathered already but he would not speak, lifting his head high and slitting eyes as if to glare at them all from the bridge of his nose. They were all beneath him anyways… He would not weave his way through them but instead make a straight line through them, not caring that he might have to shove a couple of wolves here and there if they didn't move from his path. The sole prince had arrived after all… Slowly he would make his way to seat himself on his mothers right hand side, the boy attempting to collect himself into a regal position though in all truth a recent growth spurt had left him looking more chubby then intimidating...


"Talk here."

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Laps… It was all he ever really did anymore. Circling the plains and the moor to the point where there was a well worn path marking their boarders now as well as very obvious scent markers. When he wasn't doing laps he would sleep, resting with his children and sometimes he would take them for a lap or two to get them into shape but that was all he could do… He had begun speaking less and less, not entirely because he didn't want to but because he struggled to find words. Even his thoughts were scattered, fleeting at best as they zipped from one topic to another. So when he heard her call there was a moment where he considered not going, ignoring his wifes call but then… A sigh. Eyes would close briefly before he would set off at a trot towards the sound. When he arrived at the moor a fair group had already gathered, old and new faces. He would move with silence through them, greeting his daughter's first with attempted touches to the neck before moving to offer Amarant a head butt to the shoulder, Aislinn a nod, Maija a tip of the head and Menix the softest of smiles followed by a slightly deeper nod. One of his wife's most loyal followers. There were others here too, some he thought he recognized from… somewhere… But one in particular stood out. That violet hued pelt making Kylar's skin crawl as slowly the massive male made his way to his wife, circling around her so he could position himself between Cataleya and Aster. Silently he would bristle, standing like a sentinel Between but slight behind his family. Why did Cataleya insist on keeping this freak around?

The bile rose up Freya’s throat as the silver woman’s call reached her. She had watched, had seen the queen fight the red boy for the pup, had seen her turn the woman and her child out of the pack. Only a few minutes old and already a victim of the cruelty of others; never had she truly wished such misfortune upon another wolf but in that moment she had found herself amongst the ranks of those who wished nothing more than the destruction of the silver woman. Still she plodded towards the gathering, doing her best to keep her expression neutral. She would wait. One day the silver woman would get too far in, would find herself upon the ground in need of a healer and it would be Freya that held her fate in her paws. It wouldn’t be painless. The golden girl moved first towards her mother, pushing her frame against the golden woman’s side before seeking out her brother. Freya settled beside him, looking up the bigger boy and sighing. “Can we speak later?” She whispered, she needed someone she could share her feelings with. A part of her reveled in the idea she could so cruelly disable the queen and another part of her could only feel abject horror that she considered it at all… and it was confusing. Talk like this

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Novocaine grunted as the queen's call echoed towards him. The black butch had yet to show her face and he was growing ever more agressive because of it. The last fight training hadn't helped much either. He craved a new victim, potentially one for the whole pack to focus it's ire upon. The red woman had fled like a cowarcoward and since they had been left to fester. A part of him hoped Catalya's call would spell a new target for their venom. One he would gladly accept. The silver queen may have been a bitch, but dammit if she wasn't their bitch!

So he would plod, not unhappily towards the congregation. Single steel blue orb turned upon the queen in expectation as he seated himself. Briefly he cast a glance about for the red boy he had fought earlier... Not here?

They would all come, one by one, as loyal as always. First would be Skadi, followed by Aerndis and Amarant. Caeto and Aislinn were next, and all were greeted with a simple dip of her crown. Neios would be next, her name rolled off his tongue. She would return his smirk as he took a seat, towering over the rest of the pack. Her daughter would be the next, though the girl came in with all of hells fury in tow. Atka and Basanti, Meinx and Maija with Ecaterina in tow. Niketas. Much to her surprise, Kylar would arrive, with Aster in tow. They both sat beside her, though she would practically feel her husbands disapproval radiating off him. There was only one source that could cause it. Neios. She said nothing. The last to arrive would be Freya and Novocaine. She would watch the girl closely, it had not gone unnoticed that she disapproved of the treatment of the little whore and Colten. Once everyone was seated and silent, she would begin. "For those who don't know, Solstice is gone. Disbanded after their weak alphas fled our grasp." Lips curled with distain. "But Pantheon has found themselves on my radar after a grave mistake." Eyes danced with wicked mischief. "Soon they too with feel our wraith." Her voice echoed, demanding the attention of her crowd. Undoubtedly the news would bring them joy. "Politics aside, you should all welcome the two latest editions to the pack, Aster and Dahlia, who will each receive the rank of Prince and Princess, as my children." Her gaze would drift to both of her children, including her sulking daughter. "As for other ranks. Aerndis and Skadi will be promoted to Marquis, you will both be expected to hold regular training sessions." She would look to the two woman, expecting that they work together closely. "Aislinn, Neios, and Niketas are the only warriors." Anger began to burn as the meeting began to take a darker turn. "I suggest you all start to figure your shit out or you will find yourself an enemy of mine." Lips curled as hackles bristled. "There is a sudden lacking of slaves, even the slightest transgression and you will find yourself demoted." Her gaze would flicker to Freya. She was the softest one in this pack, their weakest link. With her coral gaze still locked on the girl, she would address her. "Freya will be traveling to Glaciem in the north. The Queen there as agreed to train her as a more advanced healer." She would finally release the girl from her gaze. "I am looking for someone to promote as Comte, along with Prédateur." It was time they all started doing everything together, hunting included. If war was on the horizon then they needed to start acting as a team. "To conclude, Imperium will be visiting us before the end of spring for a tournament. As you know Valentine is my son and our alliances with them is solidified. But into order to better acquaint our packs, we will be holding spars between our packs, along with a hunt for a feast at the end of the day. Children will also be welcomed, whom will be supervised by Freya." She doubted the girl would be interested in fighting, and there was no benefit in displaying the weakest link, even to her son, so she would have the misfortune of babysitting. She would the fall silent, her gaze sweeping the crowd, waiting for them to speak. "Burn Baby Burn"

Second round is due by January 30th!

The cantankerous, violent masses of Arcanum would gather at the feet of their Queen and the meeting would swiftly begin.  Aerndís took in the words, the news of Solstice hardly a surprise, after all she was the one that brought that news to the queen and she wondered who remembered that the Thyre woman used to be of Solstice.  It was almost laughable now.  Aern knew nothing of Pantheon but it seemed the Queen wasn't eager to divulge what exactly had made them a target.  The bronze gladiatrix cared only for battle so the morality or errors of the proposed enemy were of little concern to her.

Lavender eye were set alight by pride as she and Skadi were promoted to Marquis.  How, lovely. They had joined so recently yet they were rising quickly.  Aerndís made a note to try and spend more time with Skadi.  She knew the woman was skilled and brutal fighter but she knew very little of the warrioress herself.  The idea of a join pack training thrilled her.  Yes…. she was always looking for new blood to spill.

"I'm excited for this joint tournament.  It should be fun and I thank you for my promotion.  Let me know whenever you wish to give your enemies a little taste of hell."  

"Speech"

 

                                   

Everyone would slide into place, allowing for cat to start the meeting rather quickly. Meinx figured she wouldn't have much to say, though the hot topic of Pantheon now on the radar would bring Meinx interest. She couldn't deny the surprise she felt, even if her face didn't show it. Didn't they attend a festival with them not so long ago? It seemed things really did change quickly. Her gaze would remain on her queen as she spoke of the promotions. So quickly would some of the wolves rise in ranks, but with activity and loyalty it was no surprise. Meinx knew she needed to have more training sessions, her fighting skills needing to be much sharper. She had only learnt by herself afterall, her father all but absent as she grew. Oh, this tournament would be exciting.

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