The Great Gig in the Sky
Other ranks can get by with saying they were busy with their duties. :P
First round due 6/5.
Winter. Like every season, Winter held meaning to the wolves of Ruina. It was the season of their predator cull, it was the season that the new imps would be born. There was a lot to keep Elias busy, but it was a difficult time for the once again risen Apollyon for multiple reasons. It was the season of his father’s death, but it was also the season of inner chaos for the frail mind of Elias.
His short coat never did supply much insulation from the chill of Winter, he wasn't looking forward to the midseason blizzards up in the mountains of the Maw, but his fur was already thickening from the time he had been spending up there. His mantle held an unkempt look as it nearly stood on end from the push of his undercoat growing in underneath. He would have to be careful when the temperature dropped too dramatically, but for now, he was confident in his capabilities to withstand the cold. There were much more pressing matters weighing in on the scales of importance to him.
He had never been a father, not really. He knew that. He had children, but he was not a father. Not yet. In his mind, he had yet to prove himself worthy of the same respect his own father held from every single one of their children. What was it about the late Apollyon that held everyone's attention? Why was he so successful in keeping them from hating him? Did any of his current children hate him? Maybe Kane? And would he be able to raise these new children in the same way his father meant to raise him? There were so many questions on the man's mind revolving around these pups. He was excited, but it was so drowned by his insecurities that he had even been avoiding Zuriel.
Granted he had a lot of work to do with keeping their borders secure, maintaining a political presence with the surrounding packs, organizing the new Purgatorians and ensuring they were on the right path, and finally.. tracking down the bears he planned to hunt this season during their hibernation. Guilt riddled him over his failure to secure at least one sacrifice to the demons of Ruina during the reaping season. They structured themselves in late Autumn with barely enough time to organize anything, yet still... he had wanted to pay tribute to prevent.. this.
His journey ended this afternoon up in the peaks of the Maw, the second highest to be exact. It was the peak that housed the pack, the first den to be sighted along the mountain pass that led up to it would be the grand den of Ruina's citadel where he and Zuriel slept. His eyes were wide with a familiar looking madness and his body movements were unnecessarily quick paced and near frantic. He stopped outside of the courtyard, thoughts racing through his mind and whispers echoing in his ears. His legs were covered in dirt and mud, making it very obvious the man had been traveling for some time. Regardless of his rugged appearance, the colossal wolf lifted his head and rang out a summon for all of his demons. It was time to get started, he was sure everyone was getting… hungry. He knew his demons were, at least.
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Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Black-faced beast stood along the edge of the courtyard, his vibrant gaze peering off into the distance at nothing in particularly. While he was recently welcomed into the Ruina clan, Drakan had not yet taken part in any group activity and for now remained vigilant. Thick, muscular legs held him upright in a guarded state. He felt no stiffness or pain from remaining this way for long periods of time, having been conditioned to stand guard over his previous Warchief. Aside from the long-faced male and the Apollyon Elias, he had not yet exchanged names with any of the others. However, this was to change in a matter of moments...
Movement caught his attention as the form of his newly obtained Apollyon paraded across the courtyard and released a call. No, this was a summoning. Drakan's hind paws scuffed at the terrain, kicking up some dust, as he didn't hesitate a moment to respond. While his pace was hasty, he did not break into a run- The two males were within viewing distance that it did not require such. It took but mere seconds for him to reach the larger male's side, his gaze casting upon his face to search for answers to the meeting.
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Ilithyia is welcome in all his threads regardless of the tag.
Titan awoke finally thanks to the cool breeze nipping at his skin beneath that thin coat. Fierce red eyes flashed open, and he could already hear his stomach growling at him. Just another reminder that he had been neglecting his needs in favor of training. The man considered looking to see if there was any food available for the pack, but the smell of others was getting stronger as days passed. He figured the pack was growing in numbers, and he couldn't recall any pack hunts lately. Surely, even if he went looking, he'd surely be disappointed. He shifted his weight as he considered a small hunt. With winter here, he wouldn't have much luck on his own, but it was worth a shot. Large paws helped lift his weight from the earth, he grunted as he adjusted to being on his feet after sleeping for so long. Brute ducked as he made his way through the entrance of the den, it was colder than he'd originally thought. The man couldn't help but shiver, hopefully, his coat would get a little thicker before winter was in full effect. He made his way to the soulless forest, in search of any kind of small prey he might be able to get his hands on. Eyes narrowed and snout pressed to the ground as the man began his hunt. Titan was having more luck than he'd expect in catching a trail. The remains of a rabbits voyage were fresh in the dirt, its tracks leading him directly to the thing. He finally spotted its little tail poking through a bush, and Miach felt his mouth begin to water. He made his first mistake by jumping the gun to go after it. When he stepped forward before lunging after the creature, he crushed a fallen leaf, informing the rabbit of his whereabouts. It sent the thing running, and Miach came barreling after it. Of course, he was obviously not in the right mindset to be hunting, because when he dove through the bush after the rabbit the brambles caught his muzzle. With his luck in the gutter and a new injury, Miach headed back to the Maw with his tail between his legs. He would need to hunt tonight, or ask for some assistance from another pack member. Something he wasn't too fond of doing, but it was necessary if he wanted to survive through the winter. Titan wasn't sure when his father would take them on a pack hunt. By the time he made his way back up after his failed attempts at hunting, it was afternoon. His father's call was heard loud and clear, as he had to be close. Perhaps he had plans for a hunt, it looked like the man's luck might be looking up. He hurried, after the call, until his father came into view. He bowed his head once he approached, out of respect, "Is there something going on?" Walk, "Talk" Think |
The call for a meeting interupted her afternoon. She'd been trying her best to clear another space in her den. With the Demon mother bearing children she knew someone might be needed to help with the art of healing. Though she doubted the apollyon would see her fit to aid in such tasks, the least she could do was offer a space for the woman to house patients away from her offspring where they may give them some sort of disease or something of the like. If winter wasn't bad enough already she also expected to see alot of the slaves suffering abuse they weren't used to at the hands of their masters.
With dirty forepaws and a sappy mouth, she moved into the clearing that had been called from. Her nose told her not many were here but that suited her just fine. She had been in a pack before, she knew all were expected to show to these meetings. Even if it did not have anything to do with her own place in the pack, she would not risk angering anyone. Pleasing the Apollyon should be at the top of every slave's to do list. Make him happy and their lives may be better off. She didn't speak just moved with her hobble past the Apollyon and those gathered as she had come from their backsides. A dip of her head was given in the direction of Elias's scent, submissive in posture and greeting like she normally was. She passed them all to take her place silently, behind all so she would not be in the way nor an annoyance to this meeting. She lowered herself gingerly to the ground, to lay so she might be somewhat comfortable, though the knowledge that this crowd would grow larger made her anxious to return to her seclusion at her den.
Now all she had to do was listen and wait and hope.
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Tana is a flighty individual, with absolutely no will to fight. She might get scared and run mid-thread, I apologize in advance for this. Its nothing against your characters, she has just had a tough past and has a hard time trusting anyone.
She had been spending more and more time with her mother the past few weeks. Daelos took advantage of the familiarity that being around Zuriel brought while she continued to attempt to settle in to their new home. It helped that Elias hadn't been around a whole lot so she didn't felt strange being with her. If nothing else it had been a good learning experience. Being able to learn more about pregnancies while also helping to care for Zuriel had been just what she needed. It was a distraction as much as it was a source of knowledge. Once Zuriel's stomach grew too large for her to travel easily Daelos had taken over going out of the pack territory in search of herbs for her. It was usually a futile search now that pretty much everywhere was covered in a fairly thick layer of snow, but she was confident that they had at least collected enough to get Zuriel though the end of her pregnancy. Elias' howl made her head pop up and she listened to the call for the meeting with a hesitant frown. Ever since the last time she spoke with Elias she had been avoiding him as much as he seemed to be avoiding her mother. She didn't really know what to say to him, but now she couldn't go back on her word of wanting to learn more about the pack and the roles within it. She felt a nudge on her shoulder and she glanced at Zuriel as she told her go. Daelos reluctantly got to her feet and padded out of the den to join the other wolves that had gathered there so far, only really agreeing so easily because Zuriel insisted she would come as well. Daelos moved to sit near Miach since he was the only familiar face besides Elias that she saw. She was quiet while she waited for the meeting to begin. |
She couldn't remember exactly how long her pregnancy had been the first time around, but if the size of her stomach was any indication she was positive that these pups would be due any day now. At least that's what she hoped. Over the last couple of weeks she had become more and more den bound. There hadn't been any signs that there were complications of any kind, but from the examinations Daelos had done it seemed like this litter was going to be quite large. She didn't want to take any risks and it certainly wasn't all that comfortable to travel long distances any more.
However, when she heard Elias howl near by for the members of their pack to join him she began to pull herself to her paws none of the less. It was easy to see that Daelos wasn't thrilled and after she heard about the conversation Elias had with her she wasn't all that surprised. She nudged her daughter's shoulder with her nose, offering the girl a smile. "Go on, I'll be right behind you." She was sure that under the circumstances she wouldn't be required to attend this meeting, but she felt compelled to none of the less. After all, she was the Demon Mother, wasn't she? She felt like it was her responsibility.
She padded into the clearing, her eyes finding Elias easily. It was honestly the first time she had seen him more than briefly when she would wake up and find him sleeping near her in the middle of the night. She didn't know why he had been avoiding her so, but she couldn't dwell on that much right now. For now she focused on the wolves that had gathered so far. There was one male she hadn't met as of yet, but she was happy to see her son and Tana there already. The small healer's submissive stance made her increasingly curious about the Lamb's past. "It's good to see you again, Tana," she said softly as she passed the girl. She gave the gray-hued man a nod as her gaze shifted to him before she came to a stop and sat next to Miach and Daelos. Her dual-toned gaze settled on her absent mate once again now that she had found a place to rest, searching his face for any sign of what was going through his mind. She could tell he wasn't quite settled, but she wouldn't let herself worry about that until she could actually speak with him later.
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Winter wasn't essentially changing where they lived. Though not that far off from the volcano - they most definitely were going to get snow sometime soon. It meant food would begin to get scarce and they would have to be more careful on the mouths they fed. As far as Merit knew at least as his father called his thoughts were broken. The wolf was quick to turn on his heels, not far from the call to begin with. As his heavy muscles moved underneath him it was clear to see what he was built for but Merit had his idea's on food lately. He wasn't one for front line battling and he himself quiet enjoyed taking down prey. It was actually something to think about. As he approached his fathers call, something seemed a bit off. Merit decided to ignore that fact as he was a believer in what he could see not what he was told. Taking a seat he dipped his head towards his sire then remained silent. An observer he would never really be one to voice his opinions after all they were all based upon the facts given to him. Hence the nickname... merit. He merited his choices and based upon that he went through life. Walk, "Talk" Think |