Clean slates
03-28-2013, 07:15 PM
There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it you need to be as mad as a hatter.
A solitary liquid mark of a sentenced passed was left abandoned by the edge of a stream. The eager waters and drank the memories of the fallen and cleansed the body of the victor. She ripped and tugged at every inch until no hint of what had come would raise the others into a revolution. She would indeed break the news of the dearly departed. Express her condolences to those that remained with in the kingdom that she new called her realm. Should they desire to eliminate their ties to the past and seek freedom then she would allow it with no repercussions to follow them. That was as long as they agreed to abide by the law and no longer return to the home they once knew.
Her anchor had gone astray. Perhaps too engaged in severing the ties that would haunt them from the passing of the former queen. It left her with a purpose staring back at her with beady little eyes. It wasn?t a thing she could continue to disassociate herself from. She was responsible for all that resided with in this kingdom and it was high time she showed them all that she gave a damn. The role of queen was a mystery to her. She desired leadership by another means, a master to follow, to do the deeds of. Yet from said deed she now wore the crown atop her head. No matter how many times she shook she could feel it eating into her skull as the days progressed.
Though her mind was plagued with a turbulent and deranged lunacy it was well maintained threw her bloodletting. The memories that haunted her were beginning to fade ever so slightly. She would forever suffer from her episodes but they were less frequent now. She was a cleaver thing and though her body said she would be matched for battle her mind was just as sound as those with the brilliance to be admired for. She could con the fur off a fox?s ass before they even knew they were naked. It was all so curious to her as to show she thought and viewed the world but threw her madness she would find a kingdom worth living in. She would find their home and with their words and her loyalty they would be a realm to be feared and respected. Much was still to be done. She knew nothing of the outside world and its inhabitants. Indeed she had stalked the north and east for those she with knowledge of other kingdoms but still she knew very little. Perhaps, once the order was structured and secure she could visit these realms in person.
She had heard these wolves were fierce. Protected what they thought belonged to them. She smiled warmly at the swelling of her abdomen. The new life that would come from her in the coming moons cycles. She hoped the new life and new reign would bring this realm back into its former glory. She found the lake that seemed to be the heart of the realm. She settled down on her large haunches and pulled her fair face heavenwards. Her voice ripped threw her throat and sailed into the sky above her. It was a summoning for those that still called this realm their home and to meet their new queen. It was not a request for those to come; a small demand that would hold much weight should some not come for judgment. Her ears swiveled as she listened for the approaching ranks. She wondered if her slave had followed close behind or if he were napping inside the safety of her den.
ooc: This is open to current Lentajin wolves and any rogues who wish to join.
03-29-2013, 07:26 AM
The journey to the lands of Lentajin had been long and exhausting. Newt had opened her home to him, and her act of kindness surprised him. Almost immediately upon entering the den the slender male made his way towards the back of the den. He let the darkness wrap its welcoming hands around him as he curled against the cool stone wall. He could hardly bend to nurse the wound on the nape of neck, so he gave up all hope of it healing rapidly. It would be a temporary reminder of who he belonged to, of who had tamed the beast inside him. He remembered the feeling of the rage welling up, the pure anger that had spilled from his lips -- until Newt had calmed him. She was the one who had earned him, and she was the one who owned him now.
His sleep was surprisingly restful. It was a funny thing, sleep, how it could be such an escape from reality. Even though the male was nervous and fearful still upon entering Lentajin territory, he slept like a baby. He was only awoken by his master's fierce howl, ringing out demanding through the air. The creature found himself feeling even more sore as he struggled onto all four paws, though was unwilling to rest any further, lest he anger her. He still hardly knew Newt, hardly knew what he could do to upset or please her. Surely his attentiveness would be noticed and even praised?
With little hesitation the scrawny male would exit the den, following her voice and coming to settle near his master near the lake. He would leave a decent distance between them, giving Newt her space but still nearby if she wished him to remain closer. It was obvious he would not flee now -- if he wanted to, he would've tried in the middle of the night, or better yet, when she had left him alone in the den. Now, he was growing curious as to the pack Newt ruled. He had little idea that none of the wolves had met her yet, no idea that she had effectively slain their former Queen.
He bowed his head in greeting, though his eyes wandered to the waters of the lake. They were tempting, and he was sure they would sooth his still-tender wounds, but he wouldn't leave until Newt allowed him.
His sleep was surprisingly restful. It was a funny thing, sleep, how it could be such an escape from reality. Even though the male was nervous and fearful still upon entering Lentajin territory, he slept like a baby. He was only awoken by his master's fierce howl, ringing out demanding through the air. The creature found himself feeling even more sore as he struggled onto all four paws, though was unwilling to rest any further, lest he anger her. He still hardly knew Newt, hardly knew what he could do to upset or please her. Surely his attentiveness would be noticed and even praised?
With little hesitation the scrawny male would exit the den, following her voice and coming to settle near his master near the lake. He would leave a decent distance between them, giving Newt her space but still nearby if she wished him to remain closer. It was obvious he would not flee now -- if he wanted to, he would've tried in the middle of the night, or better yet, when she had left him alone in the den. Now, he was growing curious as to the pack Newt ruled. He had little idea that none of the wolves had met her yet, no idea that she had effectively slain their former Queen.
He bowed his head in greeting, though his eyes wandered to the waters of the lake. They were tempting, and he was sure they would sooth his still-tender wounds, but he wouldn't leave until Newt allowed him.
03-31-2013, 08:21 PM
Another pack meeting. It seemed like all she did was attend pack meetings. One Alpha after the next. Paws carried her to the source of the call. It had been awhile since her gathering with Zara and the other females. She was still waiting to see Zara's plan take action, but for the time being the dame seemed to be missing in action. Upon her arrival, there was another wolf already in attendance along with the new Alpha. She was a massive woman. The same woman who had claimed Sade's life. Interesting. There appeared to be something off about this woman. She didn't hold herself as regally as Sade had. She seemed almost crazy? For now the chocolate dame remained silent, nodding to the Alphess and taking her seat. Waiting to see who else would show up. So far it seemed as though many wolves had left Lentajin, fleeing with the death of their Queen, not that she could blame them. She was being to question her own allegiance. Perhaps this one could change that. Walk "Talk" Think |