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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Feb 24, 2010 4:52:06 GMT -5
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There was something unnatural about these woods. Legni. An eerie silence lay across the land, as though it was void of any life. As if even the trees themselves had died, with hardly a leaf to rustle in the breeze, if there infact had even been a breeze. No, Legni was deathly quiet, strangely still, those who found themselves in its depths could either fear the thick blanket of fog that stretched out in every direction, or choose to be comforted by it. Belial Cuvar would choose to bask in its blinding features, take full advantage of the comfort it gave in reassuring that he would not be seen.
Snout was carried close to the earthen floor, searching for traces of scent that might lay upon the barren and chilly ground. The vargs eyes remained intense, burning almost as brightly as the fire that had consumed Lacrimosa and all of Fantasy that wretched day... In those eyes reflected a wolf who was full of some new kind of passion, something strange, something that could only of been born by such dramatics. Paws fell heavily upon the earth, though dared not make a sound in this audioless terrain, his stride as powerful and steady as ever. He felt strong. Renewed. No longer was Belial a King within the lands of Fantasy, no longer a slave to his throne. He was once more, a free warrior. This sense of freedom burned brightly within his chest, gave him some kind of false sense of satisfaction...
He refused to allow himself to feel as though he had lost purpose, when infact, that is exactly what had happened. So he would occupy himself. Not with finding his family, and not with hunting Drazen. But for now, simply with thoughts. Those thoughts focused on two main points. The first, about Spietato Delore. He had come to Lacrimosa to begin fresh, to provide a home, a sanctuary for family and friends.. his pack. But why, why leave Spietato in the mits of Bearach.. Why had he not chosen to stand up, and fight, to change things and heal his birthlands instead? A big question. One that had been bothering him ever since Lacrimosa had perished in the flames. Perhaps the universe was telling him to stop running. To go back, and claim his true home. The second.. Any could guess. It was the reason he had ventured into Legni, within the lands of Requiem. Tehya. He had followed her scent here. The varg could not seem to move on, until he was sure of what had become of his previous love. And.. deep down... Belial worried for her, still.
Had he done this to her? He had been so utterly confused. Had felt betrayed. Felt he could no longer trust her. But it hurt, it seared, almost as painfully as the flames that had licked his flesh as the lands they had claimed together burned to the ground. Because he still cared, he still worried, and he mourned the death of the Tehya he had once known. To love someone so deeply, he felt as though their hearts had been sewn together.. And then ripped apart ferociously by distrust and suspicion. It only made him hate Drazen more, for if it weren't for him there would have been no reason to distrust her after her sudden dissapearance. Then again.. Look at what she had become. Had she always been like this? Was he right to have felt something off, to have been suspicious? Or had he created this, had the hurt affected her so deeply as to completely change who she had been?
The biggest question on his mind, the one he was not even aware of, was when would all the questions finally end?
He found himself hating Drazen for his hate. Hating Tehya for her hate. Hating himself, for all the hating. What a hypocritical cycle. How had he gotten here.. How had life so suddenly changed? He remembered.
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Fantasy burned.
It had been a massive blaze, and Belial could not tell from which direction it had come. Not that it mattered. He watched has the pack fled, as walls of flame came up without caution all about the terrain. He looked right, Aoife and her children fleeing. Almost to safety. He looked left. Caelum, caught in battle with.. With what seemed to be warriors from Spietato Delore. Drazens followers. He had leaped through the flames seperating them, seeing his brother being beaten and broken. Cael had been through so much already mentally, he couldn't handle the flames and the fight all at once.
The King of Lacrimosa clenched his orbs tightly shut as his skull collided with the side of a massive bru, knocking the monster from the cowering form of Caelum. The one eyed alabaster varg had looked up at him thankfully before fleeing in a burst of sudden speed. His attacker had then turned on Belial, who had been ready. His jaws met the unknowns throat as soon as the charge was attempted, the heat of the vargs blood sickening Belial in the already scorching conditions. He dropped the body, moving onwards in an attempt to follow his siblings out the the danger that engulfed Lacrimosa. He had almost broken free of the flames, almost got that much need gasp of clear smokeless air, but only almost. From seemingly out of nowhere, the enormous mass of muscle that was Drazen flew, and knocked him clear off his mitts. He had hit the ground with force, coughing as ash rose up about him. Belial was quick to his paws though, and met his brothers next attack with his own. It had seemed like the pair had fought there for hours, lunging, dodging, snapping, tearing, clawing.
Drazens body had shook, shivered, resonated with such an anger that it had sent a chilling into his spine. There was no time, or need, for words. Trees toppled about them, closer and closer it seemed. New walls of flame burst up around them, the earthen floor seemed to grow hotter and hotter. Neither had taken much notice, or had any time to react to the searing of the flames licking at them, reaching out, trying to consume them. They had both begun to choke, the smoke thickening quickly. Yet still they fought, both determined to kill the other, neither caring if they died in the process as long as it was the flames that destroyed them.
And the fire might have earned itself a fine meal if it hadn't been for a great tree that came crashing to the ground between them. Ashes, sparks, bits of flaming branches all flew up about them as the blackened soil shook from the force. Belial had stood, expecting to see Drazen somehow fly over the fallen thing, ready to strike again. Of course, not even that monster was capable of such a thing. The varg coughed, and choked. He turned, and began to run.. Only now did he realise his dilemma. Lacrimosa was completely engulfed. As a captain often goes down with his ship, Belial was on the brink of being incinerated with his lands.
He felt his pads sizzle as they ran atop fallen and burning plant life. The fur singed and smoking. He felt the flames lick at his flesh, the heat and the smoke threatening to overtake him. Belial ran in a haze, urging his body to preform, pushing his lungs to seek out oxygen, and begging his mind to not give in.
Somehow, he had made it. breaking through the smoke and leaving the danger behind, he gasped for air and continued onwards in a haze, blind to his surroundings until finally collapsing. There he would lay, for how long he would never know. perhaps hours, perhaps days, on the outskirts of Fantasy, beside a rotted log.
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Belial paused in his stride, taking a moment to try and gaze through the shrouded distance. He wondered why he had followed her scent.. Wondered what it was he should do now. Return to Spietato Delore? Find and destroy Drazen? Find Aoife and Caelum, and venture to lands even further away... Approach Tehya, and find closure? It seemed he could do none of these. He was at a standstill, a crossroads with no roads, therefore a dead end. So here it was that he would live on it seemed, until the universe provided another path for his paws to tred. The varg was content to finally be still... Here Belial stood beneath a tall craggly tree, engulfed by the fog and the gloom, enjoying the breezless silence of the eerie woodlands and their lack of other life. He wondered... Was he alone here, in Legni?
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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[/blockquote] ooc: so very out of practice.. But Be is here! XD [/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Asphyxia on Feb 25, 2010 18:07:38 GMT -5
Jacome Savaetta[/color] “Jacome Aslak Savaetta, please rise.” The judges dark gaze traveled over the males form, the King quickly assessing what was to be done about the disobedient rogue. “The jury has come to a decision. You, Jacome of the Savaetta family, have been found guilty of treason in a number of counts, disobedience and murder. You are hereby banished from the lands of Koel Herfst. Should you attempt to remain, your head shall be mine. Understood?”
The dark wolf bowed his head before his King, his family. The final judgment had been made. As the dark grey varg shook out his scarred mass, he lifted his crown defiantly, eyeing the King. “What is treason anymore, but whatever the King decides it to be, father?” The Kings lips curled in a snarl, his eyes snapping from Jacome to his siblings sitting at the sidelines, witness to the judgment and trial that would decide their older brothers fate. “Tehya. You will escort him from these lands at once. You will not take any detours, nor will you take your time. You will get him out of my sight and out of these lands now!” Amethyst spheres shifted to Jacome. His dear little sister. Their father was forcing her to do the bidding, of all of the wolves in the land?
Tehya gave a quick, curt nod of her crown, an indication of her understanding as she moved toward Jacome in one leap and snapped her jaws for his rump to get him moving. As they trotted toward the pack borders, a trail of whispers spread in their wake like the dust they kicked up from their heels. As they got out of earshot, Jacome glanced toward Tehya. No emotion showed in the femmes face and it killed him. He had killed her best friend and he had committed more then one crime against their hierarchy. Their family. He had brought shame to the Savaetta name and the two siblings would never be the same. Never before were the two close, but they had never held disrespect for one another before now.
“Tehya.. Please say something.” His words were whispered as they continued moving, acoustics pulling back against his skull as he warily eyed his little sister. Her auds twisted toward him, but she made no sound, lips twitching, readying for a strike. “Tehya-”
“Don’t. I have nothing to say to you Jacome. You will leave these lands as you were ordered to do so, or I will take your head myself.” The words snapped through clenched jaws, lips curled in a nasty snarl.
A nervous laughter rose to the skies from the brujo’s jaws. Halting in his tracks, he allowed his snout to raise into the air to howl out his amusement. “Tehya, darling, you couldn’t take me if you tried.”
Tilting her crown toward him, Tehya’s lip pulled up at one corner, a dark smirk crossing her pretty face as she suddenly launched off her hind legs for his open and bared throat. But as she leapt, Jacome moved quickly to meet her in the air, kicking off the ground with his powerful hind legs. The two crashed to the earth in a mass of snarls and snaps, jaws going for throats, claws tearing at flesh. Rolling her weight, Tehya forced Jacome onto his back, her jaws snapping for his jugular, before he kicked upward with his back paws, shoving her to the side so it was he who rolled above her. Jaws snapped and in an instant, clenched around the side of her neck, dragging her closer to his body so she could hear him clearly as he spoke. “As I said sister, while you are good, you are not nearly as good as I am. You may run me out of these lands, but only because I allow you to. You may hate me, I probably deserve it. But I will not be challenged by the likes of you, nor will I allow you to so easily take my head simply for your ruffled feathers to be stroked.”
“Get out, before I do real damage.” Though she was in no position to threaten him, Jacome released her, climbing off the female to allow her room to stand once more. Slowly, he continued in the direction of the borders, as if nothing had happened, not daring to look behind him to receive a death glare.
“I’m leaving, Tehya. But it’s not the last you’ll see of me.”
A rat scuttled across the terrain, pausing momentarily to list onto its hind legs and stare at the predator that lay before it, his whiskers whirring, ears pulled forward in worry of waking the wolf that may make him his next lunch. The rat quickly dropped once more to all fours and scuttled away as fast as he could, scurrying as quietly as possible along the twigs and dead leaves. One weary sphere peeled open to stare at the rodent, narrowed. Peeling open his second sphere, he let a yawn escape his jaws, pulling them apart as a breath of air sucked in and spread out before him. The carbon dioxide was white, lifting from his jaws before dissipating into the air around him, his acoustics flattening upon his skull momentarily as he snapped his mug shut. His plans were slowly coming together and soon… soon, he would go to her. But for now, he was lazy, his thoughts planning out his actions. A smirk perked one corner of his lips. These lands provided the perfect hide out for the time being. He found that few wolves stalked through here and he could easily remain here or dig out a den until he went to the woman who was to blame for the life he had lead.
Lifting his crown, a scent wafted toward his nostrils. Twitching his nasal passages, a small growl left his chest. Gathering his legs beneath him, Jacome slowly lifted his chassis from the ground, talons scraping at the fallen plants, spheres glancing about him in silence. It wasn’t anybody he was particularly interested in, he was certain, but it was another male varg, from the scent of him and he was closeby. Perhaps another wolf he could manipulate? He had no doubt he may need a bit of extra help, an alibi perhaps, for when he went into the lands of Torqueo Somnium. Lost wolves were easy to manipulate, to encourage into his ways, his wants, his needs. Pads gently carried him through the dreary lands, auds pulled forward atop his crown as he kept all senses alert for the stranger.
And alas, he spotted him. The male was clearly scarred and looked like he had been through a lot in just recent times. Giving a slight tilt of his crown, he cleared his throat, making it clear he was approaching. However, he stopped a good ways off. This character didn’t look weak, nor did he look overtly strong to Jacome. But Jacome has misjudged another’s strengths and weaknesses too many times previously to come too close. His approach wary, hackles rising along his spine, he gazed upon the visage of the wolf his sister had once courted. Of course, he had no knowledge of the fact. Letting his smirk broaden slightly, he spoke, canines pulling apart to bequeath his introduction. “These lands are interesting ones to travel alone in, Sir. Jacome Savaetta. What, might I ask, Stranger, is your calling?” Savaetta… The name of those he had once loved.
The name of those who had shunned him, who had disowned him. Those who no longer cared for him. Those who had nearly killed him in running him out at the age he had been. Those who had put him through further torture than one should ever endure. His gaze glinted mischievously, haunches slowly lowering to the ground as he allowed his hackles to relax. If he showed he was no threat, perhaps he would not cause a fight and be defeated. Again. And perhaps he could make this wolf trust him long enough to be a pawn to his devious plans. “I’m afraid you’ve found lands with very little nourishment in the way of food, although company is always welcome…” [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Feb 26, 2010 3:36:04 GMT -5
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The woods remained still, and unmoving. Belial fit in quite well with his surroundings, he too motionless and silent. The fog floated about the terrain, yet could not manage to fill the empty feeling that Legni drifted in. Everything here seemed so very hollow and unreal, like a giant void within Requiem that the planets creators had forgotten to fill. It could make a wolf want to fade into it, become as silent and unseen as the ghosts that probably made their homes here, in this perfect paradise for such beings. The varg let his thoughts creep away... Let his breath add to the wisps of white that trailed in the cool air. This was so different.. To be completely, utterly alone.
"I am so glad we are here together... " Words he had once spoken to her. When they had just entered Fantasy... His heart had felt so filled back then. He recalled how he could hardly hold back his affection, how he had pined so desperately to just tell her how much he had come to love her. But her father had just died... Belial remembered how shaken she had been. How sad. How innocent and hurt she had looked. "And Tehya... If you need a shoulder to lean on later, don't you dare hesitate to use mine." He had wanted to comfort her too, that day. Had wanted to take all of her pain away, to stroke her aching heart. "You..." No... He tried to stop remembering. He fought the memory, struggled with it, until it finally burst forth louder in his mind than the rest would ever be. "You mean the world to me. And I want to be there to soothe your world." The words echoed in his head, sent needles surging into his chest and biting at his entire being. When did his world fall apart then... When did she suddenly not mean so much...? He refused to playback those three intense words though, refused to allow his memory to taunt him with it... Instead he created a fourth word, and a fifth, and spoke them aloud, not as a memory. As a statement. "I do not love you." He told himself.
As he breathed in, nares twitched as they captured a new scent. He remained still.
Auds perked as the male approached and cleared his throat. Sensing him stop for a moment, Belial turned to face the stranger. Senses tingled, and muscles twitched as the vargs own hackles instinctively rose for the approach. He eyed him cooly, expression calm and yet cautious. He was no stranger to lands such as these, and the wolves they often harboured. Upon noticing the males grin broaden, tassel lashed to the side in one swift, slicing movement. Perhaps an unconcious warning of sorts, should the bru pose any sort of threat.
Then he spoke. All words were lost, save for one. Savaetta. It was all Belial could manage to process. As if the universe had just slapped him in the bloody face. A brow rose, the surprise evident in his lost expression for a few moments. Kissers parted, as though attempting to form words, and yet nothing would come. He turned his face away in a quick jerk, gathering his thoughts and processing the rest of Jacomes sentence. Gaze shifted back to the male, finally, and he spoke. His tones were almost monotone, low, unsure of how to react. A million and one questions buzzed and prodded at his mind. "Savaetta.. I am all too familiar with that name." He replied, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Belial Cuvar" He introduced himself, voice hard, but not on purpose.
If only Tehya had spoken more of her family, he might have known how to react. It was with a sudden turning of the wheels of his mind that Belial decided to be very carefull with his words now. Perhaps he could find some things out, like why, if he was related, was he not with her when so near? They were clearly related.. The varg had an odd feeling, as though this meeting held a certain amount of importance. Why, he was not yet sure. It seemed all to strange, as if yet again the universe provided his questioning mind with the chance to discover answers. He wondered, if he had not been thinking at all about the woman, would Jacome and he have even met? The world worked in a funny way, as if its creators had some sick and twisted sense of humor. As if everything was worked out before it even began... What were the chances. Pads were planted solidly to the earth, the bru not moving an inch from where he stood. Jacome seemed to relax, and Belial partially followed suit. Hackles lowered, gaze relaxed somewhat, though it was clear he had not yet put down his gaurd.
Company.. He did not know if Jacome Savaetta was the kind of company he would appreciate. The hessian was polite enough however, though Belial wondered if that would change when he spoke of Tehya. "Is that so... " His voice had relaxed somewhat. "Well then, company you shall have. But tell me, Jacome, might you have any relation to a miss Tehya Savaetta?" There. He had asked. The varg would not reveal how he knew Tehya, until he was sure of what terms she and Jacome were on. Unless of course, Tehya had mentioned him, or Jacome had heard of their ruling together in Lacrimosa. Belial gazed cooly at the varg, patiently, wondering... Where would this little meeting lead?
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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[/blockquote] ooc: Great post Rei ^.^ [/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Asphyxia on Feb 27, 2010 22:33:52 GMT -5
Jacome Savaetta[/color] Certain things happened for a reason, and sometimes, things didn’t. Things could be random, or things could be set in stone to happen. Fate, some might call it. But Jacome was not a believer of fate. Moreso, just a believer of coincidence. And it was with great coincidence he had strolled upon the previous courtier of Tehya. However, as coincidental as it was, he didn’t know who this man was, or that he had courted Tehya previously. All he knew was that he was a little more familiar with the name than he should have been. Spheres narrowed slightly, pondering. But the look on the males face told him that it hadn’t been a good experience, or at least that the experience was no longer enjoyed. Jacome couldn’t, however, quite decipher the emotions in the mans eyes just yet. Observing him in silence, the brujo waited.. But for what? To find more information through the spheres that met his once more?
“Belial Cuvar… I apologize, but while you are familiar with my families last name, I am afraid I am a little more unfamiliar with yours. It’s nice to make your… acquaintance.” Plume shifted its weight behind his frame, wagging slowly, before settling upon the earth once more, auds pulled forward in curiosity. This man knew someone in his family, knew of his families name, but he couldn’t place where it was possible that he’d come across them unless he’d traveled to their homelands or had, perhaps, met Tehya here in Requiem. With full intentions of finding out, he was slowly deciding how much information to release to the man, in case, perhaps, this man was still acquainted with his sister. He had little knowledge left of her, other than the information that she was clearly here in Requiem and running a pack.
“Tehya Savaetta is my estranged sister, believe it or not. Although, I daresay we no longer get along and have not seen one another since we were but a year old.” Letting a smile slip upon his lips, he nodded his crown toward Belial Cuvar, his new company. “And yourself?” Tehya was so close, and yet, so far. It was Tehya that Belial knew, so how did he come to know her? More information that Jacome could perhaps gain from this stranger and this encounter, and maybe, just maybe, use against her when he went to Torqueo Somnium. Who was she closest to? Why when she had been pure, did she suddenly go dark? How in the world did she of all his siblings, end up alpha of a pack? What were her strengths and weaknesses? How would she react to him entering her pack lands? But to that one, he had an idea. Hostility, anger, misunderstanding. Or perhaps, in this case, full understanding of the danger he brought with him.
"My son.. You are not supposed to be here.” Old man Landon Savaetta gazed toward his son who he had not seen in two years, wondering, briefly, why his son had returned to lands he was not welcome in any longer. Jacome simply let a smile spread across his gums. “The others are on a pack hunt, correct?” Landon warily scanned the area with his spheres, brow furrowing. They had gone on a hunt. But how Jacome had known, he had no idea. The old judge and alpha wasn’t sure how to react to his sons sudden appearance and could only think he was there for one thing. “What do you want, Jacome?” Landon knew, even now, that if what Jacome wanted was vengeance, he’d have no problem slaughtering him. Jacome’s acoustics pulled forward, smile broadening so that his father could see his canines, even now. Plume wagged behind his frame in a lazily, confident manner, pads strolling him in a wide circle around his fathers standing, aging chassis. “Perhaps, what I want.. Cannot be returned to me.” Landon’s jaws parted on the lyrics that would have left his jaws, had Jacome not launched his body towards the old man without hesitance. In seconds, it was over.
Devious spheres met with Belial’s, deciding he would divulge a little information to him. But just enough to see reaction and to figure out this bru before him. Danger or not? New alibi or not? “Back in my homelands, I had done a lot of… Horrible things, I guess you could say. Instead of blaming those who were the victim of justice, my pack and family blamed me and Tehya ran me from the lands. Perhaps now, if I saw her, she wouldn’t welcome me with open paws, but rather, open jaws.” Shrugging his shoulders backward in a gentle roll, he tipped his crown back with a quiet chuckle, before speaking once more. “I am curious, though, as to how a woman like her ever came to run a pack. Perhaps you will know such more than I would.”
His smile slowly withered into a half-assed smirk, plume wrapping about his hind legs. “But of course…” As his smile slowly broadened once more, mischievous spheres sparking with fire, he added, “I fully intend to pay her… a visit.” [/size][/color][/center]
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Mar 3, 2010 1:44:56 GMT -5
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He kept his composure, calm and cool and unresponsive it seemed, as Jacome spoke. Before Belial had allowed his auds to catch the vargs words, he had mentally prepared himself. Along with being carefull with what information he gave to Jacome, Belial had decided to be carefull with his reactions. The vibe he was getting was a strange one, not pleasant and yet undecipherable. Perhaps with more conversation the hessian could figure this bru out. He was suddenly filled with a desperation to determine Jacomes intentions here in Requiem.
Her brother... And they did not get along. So why was he here? Emerald flecked gems were cool and unwavering, glancing to the side as he parted his kissers to respond. "I see." He said simply, tones relaxed as his gaze met Jacomes once more. "I once courted Tehya, and together we led a pack... But..." He paused, wondering just how much to say and how to say it. If Jacome had any ill intentions, perhaps he could sway the man to believe he had no concern for Tehya anymore. Maybe, just maybe, he could gain her brothers trust, and find out what he was doing here. He would not lie... Just go along with whatever Jacome happened to assume. "But, I no longer trust her, you see... She... " He paused again. For impact, perhaps. To let the bru start making assumptions in his head. "Well, it doesn't matter I suppose."
Belial listened intently as Jacome spoke of the past. Of how Tehya had run him out of the lands. The varg knew that there had to have been a very good reason for Tehya to have done such a thing. If he knew the 'old' her, he knew that she would not turn on a family member with out a very just cause. He was struggling with himself now, with the idea that he was mentally backing her desicions up and making excuses for. Was he? No... He was just rationalising things... right? He wasn't choosing sides... Or was he? What had Jacome done to earn his distrust so soon, was this fair? No. Not in the least. But just because Jacome was polite and seemed to mean -him- no harm, did not mean he was any kind of innocent. Belial was not nieve, and the feeling he got from this bru was not a happy feeling, It was not just his memories of Tehya that pushed him to be wary of Jacome, but his instincts as well. That realised, he allowed himself to continue assesing the picture her brother had painted. The Tehya he had known had been loving, and kind, and all about family... So what had Jacome done, to have warranted her actions? He wondered.
Instead of revealing his suspicions, Belial simply nodded to this all. He would continue with his plan. Keep it cool, keep it unconcerned, act like he didn't worry or care for the woman any longer. Let Jacome believe he too, might have ill intent. He would even add a little tidbit of a remark for Jacome to chew on... "Hmm. I suspect she would greet me with open jaws as well." He forced a grin, though could not join in on the chuckle without risk of it sounding forced. Tassel swayed, and then more words came. Hard as he tried, Belial reacted to this without thinking. She was running a pack again?... Skull cocked to the side, a brow raising in surpirse. "I'm afraid I know even less on that matter... " He paused, regaining his composure. "You see.. I just recently arrived in Requiem. I followed her scent..." Another pause. "I have to wonder what lot of poor bastards would be dence enough to follow her rule though... " This time it was he who chuckled, and there was nothing fake about it. Belial himself couldn't even decipher if thats what he truly thought, or if it was just a last minute remark to add to Jacomes assumptions. He really did care for Tehya still.. But last he saw of her she had been quite the unstable femme.
The eerie silence of Legni had been shattered it seemed, at least for now. The emptiness of the woods filled with conversation and undecided intent. He had welcomed the quiet while it had lasted. Welcomed the loneliness and the constant sight of craggly trees enveloped in a thick blanket of fog... He did not for one moment regret his thoughts being interupted though, for thoughts alone could only get one so far. Now it seemed it was time to take action, time for something..anything.. to happen. He was glad. Although he could not yet figure it out completely, Belial knew that some kind of new purpose had been provided to him. He needed to know Jacomes intentions, his plans... Because there was certainly something off about all of this. The vargs instincts told him Tehya was not safe, and he wondered if Jacome was out for revenge after being chased from his old lands...
He did not like the look in the brutes eyes, or the smirk plastered on his mug. Belial's gaze went hard, and to save any suspicion about the reaction, he smirked now as well. With any luck his hard gaze would be seen as being conjured by the talk of Tehya. "What a coincidence. I intended to visit her as well..." The truth. But the hessian allowed a mischievious curl to distort his grin, and possibly distort the appearance of his intentions.
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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[/size][/blockquote]ooc: hmm.. that was a trainwreck to write for some reason. XD heheh. [/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 3, 2010 20:10:21 GMT -5
The hessain left almost as quickly as he had appeared in his homelands, Koel Herfst. The blood smeared across his face and throat did little to help. The taste of his fathers blood wreaked havoc upon his heart. His mind screamed YES while his heart screamed in agony. Pads skidded to a halt. He was more than several kilometers from his homelands, talons digging into the earth as his chest heaved hard, sucking in as much oxygen as possible. The taste of his own families blood made him gag, his jaws parting as he tossed his head back and screamed, releasing the war between his head and heart. This family had destroyed him. They had destroyed him and ruined everything he could have been and they had deserved it. Deserved every last bit of it. “Stop this, now. STOP IT NOW. STOP IT. He deserved it! He deserved the blood I taste!” Acoustics lifted tall on his skull as he swung his crown in the direction of Koel Herfst. They would soon find Landon Savaetta dead at his dens and they’d be out for blood. It was best he disappeared, fast if he wanted to live.
This man that stood before Jacome had courted Tehya? Brotherly instincts told him to protect her, but his heart and mind refused to do anything for the woman who cared naught of him anyway. Lips curled, but he didn’t make a move. Muscles rippled in his shoulders. He no longer trusted Tehya? What in the world had his sister done to lose the trust of another wolf? It was a good reason Jacome had lost her trust, but he had lost hers first. And now she had been courted by a man who had lost trust in her as well? Did she cheat on the man, like some little whore? Did she betray him? What had she done? Curiosity sprang forth, his mind reeling with all the possibilities. Was it possible his sister was a whore? No concern seemed to show from the other mans expressions or features. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever she had done, had been serious.
“I do not believe much worry should come of her greeting either of us with open jaws. If I recall, she was never very…. Strong.” His smirk had long faded once Belial had revealed he had previously courted her and he was wondering what the varg had even seen in the woman. “Ah, my friend. I’ve been stalking about these lands for some time now. I’m deciding on my plan of action, see. How to go about visiting her, when she may very well decide she’d rather see me dead than alive and trying to converse with her.” He grinned now, like a fool, feeling empowered in knowing he knew more on his sister than this varg even did. “I believe that would be the lot of poor bastards that fled here with her. She traveled here, from my knowledge, with a small group of wolves already gathered. Perhaps they were stupid enough to trust her and follow her.”
Swishing his plume behind his frame, the scarred and arrogant wolf still grinned. “Perhaps we could visit her together! What a nice surprise it would be for her!” Tipping his crown slightly, he continued to grin. What would this wolf do if he knew of Jacome’s plans? Would he come after him, having once cared for Tehya or join his forces against her? One way to find out. “Y’see, sir, I’ve lead a very destructive life since I was chased from my own homelands. I had no friends or family and was bounced from pack to pack by mongrels that didn’t care. I’ve never felt the love or caring of another. Not since I was but a few weeks old. And I nearly died due to their ignorant rulings.” Pausing, he took a deep breath, debating if he should divulge certain informations to this wolf. “I am seeking my vengeance. If she dies, so be it, if I do, then perhaps my suffering would end anyway. Did you know that our father recently died?”
“I went home to see him, and god forbid I should wish to see my father! Well… To say the least, it is my fault he is dead.” Shifting his weight, his muscles tensed, preparing for any physical hit the other wolf might possibly bring his way. “I killed our father and I bet she bawled her pretty little eyes out! They can never know what they caused for me. They can never know what they did to me. Even if killed.” His breathing had grown a little heavy now and his voice hard. Narrowing his spheres upon Belial, he finally began to divulge in the man, a few of his plans. “See here, new friend, she has some wolves that are very close to her now. I’ve been sneaking about the territory and watching them. And there’s this one male in particular. I believe she calls him Machiavelli. I wish to deal him a slow, painful death and hurt her through those she cares about. I don’t like that male much. I don’t much like their friend Dante, either. But I’ll be saving him for later.”
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Mar 5, 2010 1:26:26 GMT -5
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The vibe Belial was picking up soon transformed from strange and unpleasant to just downright sour. He stood somewhat still, talons gripping at the earth inconspicuously as the varg processed all that was being said. He forced a grin as Jacome spoke of Tehya's lacking strength, as it made him ponder and recall tidbits of memories. She had always been strong, deep down. Every wolf had their moments of weakness, but behind what had sometimes been a frail emotional wall, Belial knew Tehya harboured a strength to match any good wolf. He gave an enlightened nod as her brother continued, passing along the information that her present pack had followed her from Fantasy. Tassel swished, as he wished for a breeze to rattle the branches overhead, if only to give him a moment to sigh and not be heard.
Calm demeanor was shattered, as Jacomes offer to visit together rang forth. Spheres widened in a sort of blank surprise, jaw slackened, auds pricking forward the thought clearly catching his attention. He couldn't go to her alongside the brother she did not like.. How would that help his chances of ..well, of anything positive? It was a ludacris idea. Although he did not yet know his own intentions here, or what he would say to her or why, he did know that he did not want the meeting to be of the negative sort. Of course, Jacome did not know this. Belial decided it was best that Jacome infact never knew this. He quickly shaped his reaction into a wide grin, as though he had been imagining Tehya's reactions, and only now saw the humor in it. He chuckled deeply, shaking his skull. "A surprise indeed. Can you imagine her reaction... The look on her face." He could imagine. And he didn't like it one bit, but he wouldn't let on. Belial couldn't form many words, perhaps knowing that he had to keep his tongue in check. Hopefully Jacome would simply assume he was a ..quiet wolf.
As Jacome continued, speaking of his family and the hardships, Belial was nearly on the brink of finding pity for the bru. He was so close to feeling some sort of sadness for him, inches from deciding Jacomes destructive actions were not his fault, but instead, his families. Close, but not quite. Common sense returned, and his thoughts rationalised once more. Life was not fair, nor would it ever be for any living creature. Some had it rougher than others, some had to experience downright horrible things. It did not give an individual the right to take a life though, nor did it give them the right to use their pasts as an excuse for ill behaviour. He wanted to roll his eyes at that moment, scoff, and say 'well isn't that too bad.' Instead, he shook his head and allowed himself to give the impression that he was clearly on Jacomes side.
Then he said it. Vengence. Belial felt his blood threaten to boil, and fought a hard stare that wanted to plaster itself on his face. He wanted to kill her. Every muscle, every bone, every ounce of blood in the hessians fit form screamed for him to lunge forward and put and end to this threat here and now. He felt that protective streak surge once again through his veins and as much as he hated to he fought to keep it under control. Belial knew he did not have the right to kill her brother. This was Tehya's business. Besides, killing Jacome might actually turn her against him even more. Even if he knew they could never be friends again, he did not want to make her an enemy either.
He caught the slight shift and tensing of the other male now, and the minor movement made him want to bristle and bare his fangs. Instead, he too tensed and shifted his weight, as if in natural reaction to Jacomes body language. The bru was not done blabbering. So, he killed their father after all. "She was devestated.." He said, voice monotone as he kept a grin upon his mug. He wanted to snarl..He wanted to bring out his talons and wipe that look off of Jacome Savaetta's ugly face.
There it was. More information the varg had held himself calm and cool in order to obtain. It seemed Jacome would share some of his plans.. Rather nieve, he noted. Or perhaps the brute was just that desperate for an ally.. Belial decided again he would continue to play along. Machiavelli... For some reason he name sounded somewhat familiar, though to a face he could not place it. Jacome was truly a downright disgusting individual, plotting such hatefull crimes and the slow deaths of wolves he did not even know..All to hurt his own sister. And then, if Belial assumed correctly, he wanted to kill her after all of that. His stomach twisted and knotted, a bitter taste upon his tongue as vile words were forced through open kissers. Words that were painfully neccesary in order to win Jacomes trust... In order to learn more of his plans so that Tehya could be somehow warned...
"Perhaps we can, Jacome." He grinned, looking thoughtfull. "It is quite the plan you have, but I am somewhat confused at how you intend to pull it off smoothly. For, if you were to attack this Machiavelli, would she and her other followers not come to his aid?" He paused. He had an idea. But, would he be able to pull it off? Could he be quick enough, or would he end up looking like he was really part of Jacomes horrible plans? Once he said it, and if Jacome thought the idea bright, then he might not be able to back out of it... His eyes became intense, grin forcefully widening. "I suppose... You might need some sort of distraction." He clearly was reffering to himself. Belial was forming his own plan.. But it would be a race against time. He was attempting to twist the mans plan for him to distract Tehya while Jacome went after Mach. He would act like he was offering to do Jacome the favor, and then they could destroy Tehya together. Yet, of course, Belial had other ideas. He was already planning to quickly warn Tehya of her brothers plot, hopefully in time for them all to rush to Machiavelli's aid... Of course, he knew better than to expect things to go as planned. If Jacome already had another idea in mind, he would somehow try to twist it... He had to warn her. It was not her pack he was concerned for. It was her... Why? He didn't want to think about that part right now.
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 8, 2010 14:03:08 GMT -5
Laughter was building up in Jacome’s chest and head. He wanted to laugh aloud. To show how much it pleased him that his sister had been so hurt by their fathers death and by his own actions. They had wrongfully accused him, they had! His grin had broadened. But they didn’t believe a word he had said. They had never believed him. Instead, they had chosen to send him into exile. Lips curled back over his kissers as he thought back to the day they had chosen to put him before the judge, their very father and alpha of the pack.
“You killed them. They were on our side! They were only going back and forth between the two packs so that they might spy on the others for us and you killed them for doing what was asked of them!” Reality dawned on the hessain. The two wolves he had killed… They had not been spies for the other pack, but rather, spies for Koel Herfst. Why had he not known? Mikolaus was furious, rage etched across his face. Tehya… Oh, how his little sister was hurting for what he had done to her friend. Her friend lay before his paws, dead, mutilated. Her tears were falling upon the carcass of the male that had been so utterly close to her. Probably closer than any of them. What would have happened had he lived? Would he and Tehya have eventually gone on to court one another? It had been the males intentions, of course, without Tehya’s knowledge. To her, he was her best friend. And her brother had killed him. “You fool! You will be brought to the courts and your fate will be decided by them.” As Jacome opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off, lips pulling back as she snarled at him. “DO NOT say a word, Jacome Savaetta. You are dead to me. And if it wasn’t for father’s say, I’d kill you myself, here and now.”
That had been the turning point. There had been the moment he had perhaps lost his mind. He had cut himself off from the reality of the world. He fell to believe nobody cared about him. It had been a mistake… Right? He wasn’t a monster. At least not back then. And when they had exiled him, he had sought revenge on their father, the judge and the alpha and now… Now he wanted to seek his revenge on the little bitch that believed she could cut him down. She was weak. He couldn’t help but let the laughter build up. How coincidental he had met here ex-courtier here. That he had strolled right into Jacome’s midst and had similar feelings toward the damsel. How easy that made things for him. “She was devastated! Hah! It was to be his time sooner than later anyway. Had I not been put into exile, the pack would now be mine.” His lips curled into a grin, brows lifting as he thought of the way she must have felt. Thought of the emotions that must have ripped her apart.
“A distraction… Hm… What a good idea, Belial Cuvar. And I assume that is an offer? My plan is to go to her, firstly. To go to them and to gain trust. I have no doubt I will be given a chance… Although it’s a risk, it is one I will have to take. I will get into the pack and earn their trust and when they least expect it, Machiavelli will be down and out of the game. Her closest friend.” He nodded his crown in excitement, plume wagging behind his frame. “When they find out it was me, Tehya would want me for herself. To kill me herself, so of course, her beloved pack would be held back by her word. By her jaws. And she would and will come for me, oh yes…” Now he stood, twirling his chassis and pacing as he grew more and more excited at the thoughts of his devious plan. He knew he could make it happen. He knew it. “And when she does, it will not be her who has my head, but rather, me who has hers!”
Spinning to face Belial once more, his grin sloppy and crooked, acoustics tugged forward happily, tongue lolling, he nodded to him. “You can just see it, can’t you? Her head… She will be dead. And what will then happen to her beloved pack? Without a Queen and without an Advisor, they will run for someone to lead them!” Tilting his crown, he reclined upon his haunches once more, spheres sparkling. “I will not lead them. I am not a leader. But it will be amusing watching them panic for what to do, for who to go to, for how to cope with the sudden deaths of those they look up to.” He paused, closing his spheres as he thought more. It was growing dark outside as he thought on his plans. His grin faded ever so slightly as he grew entirely serious once more. “Of course, there are still certain… tweaks that need to be made to the plan. Certain… details that need to be adjusted.”
Spheres dragged to Belial, locking into his gaze as he grinned again. “What do you say, Belial? You look almost as excited as me to see her dead! Why, I believe… This wasn’t just coincidence that we met….” Clapping his forepads together, he placed them neatly upon the earth again, plume curling around his haunches. He didn’t believe in such a thing… Not until now… “It’s fate.” [/size][/center][/color] OOC// He's so psychotic, it's amusing. Not all there, anyway.[/size]
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Mar 10, 2010 0:39:41 GMT -5
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He was laughing. In the middle of the strangely quiet and dreary fog dappled forest, Jacomes laughter rang out to shatter it all. No longer did a lonely, eerie sensation grip the varg, but now a dull rage that beat through his veins like a poison. Her brother was mad, and not in a good way. Or so it seemed. He stood stifly, forcing himself to keep grinning as the laughter dragged on and built up. Tassel lashed from side to side, auds twitching as the hessian finally began to say something that might be usefull.
Skull nodded to confirm his 'offer', attention focused as Jacome went on about his plans. Belial was storing every bit of information that he could now, wondering if he would ever have time to review it or if he would simply have to form his own plan while Jacome was already in action. The woods were dead, lonely, and there was no reason for the two to seperate until they were infact headed to Tehyas lands... He had to keep going along with the man, even now that he realised what a threat he really was to her safety.. It was not his right to kill Jacome. It was not his right.
Belial felt his left eye begin to twitch slightly. As Jacome turned his back the varg took the opportunity to take a deep silent breath between clenched jaws. He shut his gems tightly for a mere second, before handsome features relaxed into a calm face again just as Jacomes gaze met his once more. He would do his best to keep his composure, despite the roaring urge to wipe that stupid smirk off of the hessians mug.
The varg watched, containing his mild shock as Jacome grew more and more excited. He was like a whelp on a first hunt, brimming with joy at his plans and pacing in anxious excitement. It made Belial sick. It was all he could do to simply nod his head, grinning, listening and giving small chuckles here and there. He was going along with what Jacome had decided to think... And it appeared the bru was out of his mind enough to think exactly what Belial had intended.
"Oh yes." He said in a low tone, a reaction to the droning of her head and her being dead. The rhyme of the words somehow made Jacome seem even crazier and more sadistic than he already came off as. "I can see it..." What Belial actually envisioned now was indeed a lifeless head, but it was not Tehyas, instead it was the bru before him. "Dead" He repeated, almost drifting off and allowing his aggrivation to show. He caught himself of course, and threw in a chuckle and remark for good measure. "Ah yes. And who would want to lead her leftovers anyhow."
He twitched as the bru clapped, and he wished there had been a pond nearby so that he might sneak a look at his own expression. He didn't think he looked all that excited.. But hell, if Jacome saw it that way then great. He'd go along with it. "Fate..." Belial repeated. Perhaps. And if so, what exactly did fate have in store? Was it working for him, or Jacome? He felt an odd feeling bubble up in his gut, and wondered for a few moments how Tehya might react if her brother told her that Belial had also wanted to see her dead. What if he couldn't warn her in time.. What if ... It didn't really matter, he supposed. The bridge between he and Tehya had long since burned, and was clearly unmendable. He was not here to make amends. He was not here to become a part of her life again. He was here because he was worried, and now with good reason. That desire to protect her still burned brightly within him. Why?... It didn't matter. "Perhaps." He grinned again now, making sure to keep up the act.
Jacome was the kind of hessian Belial despised, pitied, and would have rather just fought here and now instead of play silly games with. He was also Tehyas brother, however. The blood they shared was the only thing stopping him from simply snarling and snapping something like 'If you intend to take her head, then I intend to have yours..' It was a good thing he was so patient... Talons clenched at the earth, gripping the soil before a breath was taken to ease the tension in his muscles once more. He must stay calm.
"It is quite the plan you have." He said quietly, allowing his gaze to meet with the vargs and faking his own lower degree of excitement. "So, Jacome, when do you think you will put it into motion?" He paused, gems intense as he chuckled somewhat... He didn't really have to try very hard anymore it seemed, for Jacome was mad enough to let the act already convice him, it appeared. "As you might imagine, I am quite eager to get in on the action... Where might you fit me into this scheme?" It was no lie. He was more than eager to get in on all the action, he never said he wanted to be on Jacomes side, however. A weak attempt at convicing himself he was not lieing to the man. The whole act was a lie... But he would not say that he wanted Tehya dead. He would not hysterically speak about watching her pack lose her, with such enthusiasm as Jacome did. He couldn't.
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Post by Noir S'kas on Mar 21, 2010 22:46:28 GMT -5
A dark umber coywolf hesitantly wondered into the strange woodlands. As the female neared closer toward the voices, her frosty blue eyes froze - as did her body. Her bushy fox-like tail was tucked in tightly between her thighs and her ears flattened behind her skull. Nervously, she licked her furry dark lips and whined. A deep uneasy feeling hushed her vocals. One more lick of her lips had done enough to make the juvenile want to turn back from where she came from. However, curiosity was pulling her into a few steps forward.
She went forward, and then back. Fear told her "no." Curiosity and loneliness told her "go." Her wet pink tongue slid over her maw one last time before making the final decision. Tilting her head, she glided over toward the group while still keeping a respectable distance.
"W-What are you... a-all.. d-doing here?" Shame killed her curiosity. That probably wasn't the best thing to ask a group of strange wolves. The coywolf desired to be loved and own the title of a friend. She had friends... though they were easier to talk to. These canids were different. They looked... tough and experienced. Why was a pup like her doing unprotected in a place like this? The soil reeked of death. Just think... One more false move... and that will be your scent. Her mind was so cruel to her. Ears, still lowered, twitched for any stray noises such as breaking twigs or claws digging into the sickening soil.
What kind of world was this? She was so used to snow and ice and soft ground. This terrain was... different. Dirt and decaying earth poked between her toes and paw pads. It was damp and disgusting. Everything was damp and disgusting. Her unbridled nature, the soil, the smell, the air, and how could she forget the disgusting emotion of fear?
Shivering, the coywolf scanned the scene with her frosty orbs for an excuse to be there. Nothing. She was in this disturbing place without a reason. How could she explain this? Curiosity? Well, it was the truth. She didn't want to believe it... but it was the truth.
Companionship was greatly desired. She missed Kamari and her friends from where ever she roamed from. She missed the "White Phantom" and all of his mystery. All of his mysterious glory and pride that she so boldly admired. Though, she was not sure if he was real or a mere figment of her imagination? She never really gave much thought of the idea.
Breathe. If you breathe, you will know your answer before you question it. She breathed. Nothing. Meditation was a possible solution. Yes, maybe it would help her escape from humiliating herself.
She closed her eyes and thought back to the tundra she had visited the many dreams before. Snowy forests branched through her imagination. Clouds of glittery ice spread like course-grained sugar. A den, oh the den! The den that belonged to him. The fear and unexplainable bliss that had corrupted her state of mind caused her to feel at peace once again. Paw prints lead to the den. Clouds started to evaporate. She was back into reality. Her icy spheres shot open to those glowing pupils. The daydream caused her to feel dizzy and weightless.
Realizing where she was, she looked back to the group and sat down, still keeping her distance. Now was not the time to draw attention to herself. Best thing for her was to be discovered... Safely, she hoped.
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Post by Asphyxia on Mar 22, 2010 2:40:07 GMT -5
Jacome’s golden hues observed Belial for a while. He still couldn’t fathom what the man had seen in Tehya. To him, this man was obvious in the fact he didn’t like her. But something didn’t feel right. It was like he couldn’t read this man at all unless he made it clear in his words, expressions, etc. It unnerved Jacome. Acoustics tipped forward as Belial spoke, a smile stretching across Jacome’s lips. “They’ll be lost without her. Surely…” Pads shifted beneath him. He was growing restless again, despite that he had only recently halted his pacing to lower his haunches to the earth beneath him. Tongue stretched across his lips, starting at the left corner and sliding to the right, before slipping back into his dark malted mug.
Where could he fit Belial into his plan? And when would he put this plan into action? He grew thoughtful for a moment, debating. If he watched her pack a little longer, he might gain more useful information and insight. But it would have to wait until after the storm threatening Torqueo Somnium, as it was dangerous to be there at the moment and he had no idea where her hidden dens were. Which was probably where she held her pack in safety from the storm. He knew his sister like a book… Perhaps. His brow furrowed into a frown, spheres flashing as he gazed toward Belial. But how well did Jacome know his sister? After all, she had taken a courter, a lover, and had ruled a pack alongside him in lands he knew nothing of. How well… Did he truly know her?
Tipping his crown slightly, he continued on his thoughts. He could learn more via his observations… But if he entered the pack and gained trust, he could learn far more. He knew he could accomplish it… Somehow. And if he could, he’d gain enough trust and stick around just long enough for them to let their guard down. And bam, he’d strike. But to put Belial into the picture. It would take more careful planning, certainly. “My plan is a little more observation before I make a move. The storm that hit their lands isn’t friendly and I have no intention of risking my life to search for their den where I would most likely be caught stalking.” He sighed softly, taking a pause before he continued. “After the storm, I may head in to try to gain their trust… Get inside the pack. I’ll figure out something to get her to give me the chance. It won’t be until they trust me and let their guard down that I strike though. First on the list is Machiavelli… Her Advisor.”
“As for you..” He smiled, his crown tipping back to normal as he looked over his newfound accomplice. “You may end up a very important factor… I’ll need someone to come in and distract her when I take out Machiavelli. They’re nearly attached at the hip, so if you can somehow get her away from him. Perhaps coax her with your scent in her lands…” His grin broadened as he looked upon Belial Cuvar. “You may be the advantage in all of this, Belial Cuvar, for she once loved you and may still hold those feelings. I would think she would want to seek you out alone, which would leave Machiavelli open for my taking…” He grinned at Belial. It was a devious plan. But a good one, he certainly thought. “Once I take out Machiavelli, that’s one that she cares about out of the way. If I have the time, I may move on to other pack members before they catch sight of their beloved Advisor. And all the while… She’d be emotional and distraught over past memories of you and her together while you distract her.”
Nostrils flared as Jacome’s spheres snapped over his own shoulder. Lifting his haunches, he turned, plume lifting. Hackles rose, although only slightly. Shock etched across his features, and for a moment, his entire chassis froze. She was stunning. And had it not been for the white markings along her paws, ankles and maw. But that was not what he saw. Instead, he saw the spitting image of his once-lover, Siriahna. The mother of his offspring. The woman who kept him warm on lonely nights. Giving a light shake that started from his crown and moved down his lanky chassis, he shook the image and memories from his skull only to find a much younger, different fatale before him. She appeared timid, which only fed his entertainment of the nights events. First Belial, now this. Perhaps another sweet lover to fill him with warmth?
“Jacome, return to my den with me and let us enjoy a warm night..” The beautiful she-wolf pressed her side against Jacome’s in attempt to coax him with her warmth back to her bed. It was not unusual for her to do so. She had done so many a night before and with little coaxing, had succeeded each and every time. Giving a grunt of disproval to her presence, he turned his gaze upon her. Her bright spheres pleaded him, her lips curved into a seductive smile. And it was all it took for him to be lost in her gaze and trailing her tail back to the den. “Dream, my sweet, of the days when we shall rule all…” Were the soft words that whispered into his acoustics from his warm lovers lips.
“Why, love, we’re here discussin’ plans of action on where to go. Me’s thinking the pack Torqueo Somnium.” He smirked maliciously. Lowering his hackles, he tipped his mug to her in greeting. “What might a pretty little lady like yourself be doing in a dark, damp, gloomy place such as Legni? These lands surely aren’t fit for you.” He didn’t move closer, for the posture she held and way she sat told him that she was wary of them. Replacing his haunches upon the earth, he coiled his plume about his hind legs. “The name’s Jacome Savaetta, so as to get that out of the way and my companion there is Belial Cuvar. At your service, my pretty. Do not be afraid of us.” Even as he smiled, it was cruel. He had no true wish to harm anyone outside of those he sought revenge upon. But would do as he must with any that got in the way. For now, she provided the warm scent of a woman and pretty face for company. [/size][/center]
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on Mar 23, 2010 20:58:24 GMT -5
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Wisps of thick white fog danced about the vegetation and the wolves, rising and wrapping around twigs and tree trunks before falling with a pace that only made Belial feel all the more sickened. It was as though the rejected clouds of the sky had sunken here, thrown out from the heavens to fall and rest in Legni and blanket it with its ghostly, demented presence. At first the dead woodlands had been inviting, rumors of ghosts hardly causing the vargs auds to twitch. Ghosts, he could live with. Jacome, on the other paw, would be a little more difficult to grow acustomed to.
The bru before him seemed to have been in thought, silence again reining supreme before he had finally spoken. Belial listened intently, emerald flecked golden spheres riveted on the man with all of his attention. He must recall everything, must find a way to undo whatever plans might bring harm to Tehya... Why? why... Still, he could not force himself to question his own worry. It was obvious, sitting in the back of his skull and wading in buried thoughts. What was that feeling.. No, it wasn't love, he didn't think. Then just what was it... Guilt?
Machiavelli. Who was this man Jacome was so bent on destroying? Belial was not one to simply turn his cheek and allow such unfair, planned attacks happen... Even to strangers. Yet he could do nothing, he had to allow Tehya to deal with her brother in whatever way she decided. He could only hope she would see through her brothers lies, and take action before Jacome had a chance to do any real harm. The wolves of Torqueo Somnium were not his responsibility.
And there it was. For a moment the varg felt trapped, sucked into a devious plan that he could not escape. He knew as soon as he stepped a mit inside her lands, Tehya would come to him. Probably alone, as Jacome planned and hoped. Even if Belial was simply going to warn her, it would allow her brothers plan to succeed. He was stuck. What could he do? He returned the brutes grin, This is what he had wanted though, even if it would put him in a questionable position when it was all over with.. Who was to say Tehya would not already be trying to gut him, while Jacome was taking out Mach? She was a queen of dark lands now, and these rumors pinned her as a different woman. A woman Belial Cuvar no longer knew.
Kissers began to part for speach, when the rustling of the otherwise silent forest caught his attention. Her scent soon followed, and Belial berated himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. How could he have gotten so caught up in thought, as to completely not notice this femoras arrival? She had soon stepped out, his auds perking and orbs grazing over Jacome to catch his reaction. Odd. He didn't bother wondering what in the world had been going on in the mans head to give him such an initial expression.
The varg remained calm, silent, hackles not bothering to raise as by the looks of her the coywolf was quite frightened and wary. Not a threat. Head cocked to one side for a moment as she spoke, his face blank and spheres fixed on her even as Jacome spoke. His stare was hard, but not unkind. He was immediately unnerved by his 'companion's attitude towords her, and that protective streak that ran so strong within the varg burned in his veins. No, Jacome was bent on revenge, he didn't seem to be the kind to go about spreading unwarranted violence against strangers. Still, Belial was ready to make sure the coywolf was not harmed.
As Jacome introduced them, he dipped his mug slightly in greeting. Emerald flecked gaze was strong, a glint of caution in his features that he hoped the woman would notice before he dropped the look... Could not allow Jacome to notice such a look. He had to carry on with his plan, allow Jacome to think the worst, and somehow avoid any ill confrontation with the man. For this reason, Belial Cuvar became a man of little words. As if the ghosts of Legni had stolen his voice, the varg remained silent and oh so alert.
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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Post by Noir S'kas on Mar 27, 2010 13:35:13 GMT -5
The coywolf still stood her ground; her tail still tucked among her thighs. Her dark jaw and muzzle were not as pronounced as a normal wolf, for she was only half. Her maw allowed steam to escape from it. Reddish brown fur around her brow and ears made her a rich "umber" color. Her toes, white except for the dew claws, were nailed to the death-bearing soil beneath her - just if she needed to run. The female held the name of S'kas, though she did not vocalize it much for reasons such as this. This reason... being the fact that she was near strange wolves. She was not strong, but fit and fast. A little wobbly on her feet, but fast nonetheless. S'kas refused to announce any indication that she was ready to run for it. No, curiosity was her only vice at this point.
The strong wolf before her, Jacome it was, bowed to her in a greeting that confused S'kas. Normally, a strange wolf would lift their tail and snarl for her to go away. Then again, Jacome may not have been the Alpha. He seemed out of it, spaced and focused on her appearance. Perhaps she reminded him of someone he had known? Or was it the fact that he took note of her size and body language? For a minute, the "noir coyote" feared that she would have angered him, but the male did not have a disturbed mood. Disturbed mentality, maybe. Though, not in any way aroused with rage.
A scent of another peculiar male trailed near Jacome. S'kas remembered Jacome talking about his companion. His body language seemed as wary as hers. "Hullo..." she answered softly to both males. Be... something. She had forgotten his name already. He seemed reserved. Mysterious... she thought. Mysterious indeed. Oh, the way her naive mind worked. S'kas loved a good mystery. Because of her inexperience to the world, everything was showcased as an adventure. Little did she know that there was a risk of having her innocent nature pirated by both spectrums of the alliances. Would S'kas be able to have a choice? Right now, that was the least of her worries. Now, she was analyzing the secrets this one wolf held so closely behind his facade.
Still a pup, spikes of fur stood on her back, giving the aspect that she was young. Too young, in fact, to have left her birth pack. She was not yet two years old. Perhaps about a year and eight months? Instinct told her that by leaving her home, she had to find a mate and join a pack. However, S'kas did not acknowledge the minor fact that it was now summer. She had missed the mating season. Even said, now it would not matter if it was spring or summer. She had been stressed and fearful of all her surroundings. It would not feel right to find a companion, even if it was the white phantom from her dreams. Instead, it was probably a better idea to find a pack instead of a life-long "body guard." However, because of that one risk, fear nestled inside her belly once more. Was she to be friendly with these wolves, or suffer the wrath of Curiosity?
S'kas glanced back to Jacome, remembering vaguely of something related to traveling. S'kas was genuinely interested. "Really? Where of?" Silly coywolf. She was nothing more than a lamb in wolf's clothing, and Jacome seemed to realize that. Strangely, S'kas found great enjoyment out of it, regardless of the uneasy caution swelling within her gut.
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Post by Asphyxia on Apr 22, 2010 18:49:20 GMT -5
“You killed dad..” He could see her face already, even now… before anything was even done. He would tell her when she would find her dear friend dead beneath him. Or when he went to her. A dark smirk crossed his lips, his thoughts straying to his plans that would soon be acted upon. She would be distraught, his dear little sister… She would be broken with emotion and devastation. And soon… She would be dripping blood just like her friends. But what would he do with Belial? Would Belial’s past feelings for her return? Could Belial turn into a liability for him? Should he let Belial go after? Swinging his crown towards the male, his gaze met his. But it was ineffective, for he gained no answer to his questions. Plume swayed behind his lanky frame. Belial would be like a toy… A tool… Once he was used, he would prove useless after. There was no reason for him to kill Belial when it all came to an end. He would let him go, he decided. But… Only if the man didn’t prove to be a liability.
And what of the pretty little lady that had suddenly appeared? Turning his skull toward her, he tipped it casually, dragging his gaze across her chassis, then lifting it to meet her spheres. Perhaps, he decided, he could use her too. But for what? “Why, to the darkest of the packs… To the pack in which the dark-” He was suddenly cut off by a snicker that escaped his lips. It was difficult to think of his sister as even remotely dark. “Queen resides. A woman who makes lives miserable.” Letting a smile play across his lips, he cut off his snicker and stared at the female silently for a moment. Giving a light nod toward Belial, he kept his gaze locked with the female. “We’re proof of that.” Still, he stared, golden hues boring into her as he continued to think more on that one. They truly were, weren’t they? Two wolves of a kind, he and Belial. Both had felt betrayed and hurt by her and both had suffered from her lack of heart. Lack of trust too, perhaps.
“What is your name, pretty?”
Shifting his weight, he stepped ever closer to the woman he had once claimed had been his friend. But that was not what she had been. She had been used by him. Had been deceived. So foolish, yet so beautiful. He wondered if the creations of the world had to be one or the other. Intelligent or beautiful. Give one up for the other. A smirk crossed his lips as tears slid from her pretty, dark blue spheres. “Don’t fret, Ares..” His voice was soft, loving, even as he prepared to kill her. She squirmed under his gaze, her plume tucked tight between her hindlegs. She was scared. So very afraid. And it was with that fear, that Jacome was given power over her. “It will all be over soon…” He pulled back slightly, his gaze catching her pretty spheres after he gave her a once over. “Please… I didn’t.. I.. I can still help you!” A breezy chuckle left Jacome’s lips and he shook his crown lightly. “Why, my love, my sweet, you have served your purpose… You have warmed my bed and led others unto my trap.. I have no more use of you..” Fear splashed from her eyes in the form of tears. She was smaller than him, possibly half his size, and she was weak, as she’d always been. She wouldn’t be able to help him. Nobody could..
Gaze traveled curiously over to Belial. What was the man thinking, as he stood there silently? “Belial, my friend, we can’t possibly leave a damsel out here on her own, now can we? Where would our common courtesy have gone if we did that?” The tips of his lips curved upward, plume giving a wag as it lifted slightly. Talons scraped along the ground as he moved toward her. Even with his dominant stance, he wasn’t scared of her attacking. She seemed far too innocent for that. She seemed the type to be more intimidated than anything. Bringing his nose an inch from hers, he continued to smile and stare into her eyes. “What say you, sweetheart? Would you like to stay with us or hie to one of the packs?” His crown cocked slightly to one side as he continued to stand nearly chest to chest with the smaller femme, wondering what it was he could do with her if she stuck around. “Perhaps we can hunt! Yes, then we might find food and all fill our empty - I’m sure; bellies.” [/size][/center][/color]
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Post by obnoxiousturkey on May 4, 2010 14:58:36 GMT -5
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He felt like he had been standing there for ages. Time dragged on, like an old and crippled caribou who failed to keep up with the herd. Staggering over every change in terrain; Like time was staggering over every glance and word. Thick toes flexed as talons raked silently the dirt beneath his mits. Every breath was calm and planned, as though if he stopped thinking about it his lungs might suddenly seize and forget their only task. Eyes were open, clear, his gaze hard and unresponsive to shield his innermost thoughts. Muscles begged him for the opportunity to spring forth, and release the tension building within them... To just end it all here, and finally just relax.
Belial thought for a moment of doing just that. To end it here, meant to take the life of Tehyas brother. He had already decided why he must not do that. Yet why did he think that Tehya had to know? What if she simply never found out. What if he disposed of the threat, and then just left.. Perhaps he would go back to Spietato Delore, where chances of survival were slim enough to make none of this, or anything else, really even matter. Ah, but there was the newcomer, the timid little coywolf that Jacome seemed to be sucking into his wretched plans. Killing Jacome here would be no secret. Perhaps before her arrival, but now it was simply too late.
He took in their words, glances, the language of their bodies that was never easily hidden. Jacome was planning.. it was a guess, but from everything and anything he knew about the man it was the only plausable guess available. He didn't actually want some timid girls company for the sake of anything but another item to add to his plans, now did he? Belial wondered. He could be wrong.. but he highly doubted it.
Then there was the girl. Timid, fearfull, awkward and shy. Unfortunately she seemed truthful in her interest of travelling. Too bad she couldn't just turn tail and run, or have some family she had strayed from who she must return to.. This was not a safe situation for a coywolf like her. She seemed like she could be pushed in any direction that one might wish to push her in. Like a whelp, ready to be molded from birth in whatever direction its parents wished to influence. Because of these traits, Belial felt himself grow ever more protective and worried for her. Why couldn't Jacome have just told her to beat it?
As these thoughts and more jumped about in his brain, he was spoken to. Apparently he could no longer keep silent, and decided he must try to somehow push the coywolf out of the picture. He feared it was too late, for Jacome seemed intent on her travelling with them. Time suddenly healed itself, and returned to its normal pace.
Muzzle parted and he wet his kissers, looking from Jacome to the girl with a gaze that was still unreadable and firm. "I'm sure she could survive out here on her own". He stated simply, taking a risk in attempting to stray Jacome away from the idea of her accompanying them. "Unfortunately I'm not much for courtesy these days... " He glanced at Jacome, hoping he would read the idea that Belial tried to convey. That he didn't want the coywolf interupting their plans...
He watched as Jacome approached her, so very close, and asked her. It seemed no matter what Belial might try to say or convey, Jacome was bent on the idea of the girl going with them. For what reason? Hopefully she would decline his offer, and neither would ever have to find out what he had in store. He made one last attempt. Voice deep and yet distant, as if the question was simple and unimportant. "You are so young, and in this lifeless forest all alone.. Don't you have a family you should be getting back to? A pack.. A home of some sort?"
He wondered if she would think he didn't want anything to do with her. By trying to get her to leave their company, he would be no doubt making it more difficult for her to believe him when he tried to warn her. He could just hope she had sense enough to leave now.. Otherwise.. Well, he didn't wish to think about it now.
A hunt? In the forest of Legni where a fat rat was deemed a feast? Belial cocked his head slightly, a brow raising as he gazed at Jacome. Perhaps Jacome had been here longer, and knew of larger prey in the area. Well.. whatever they were hunting, it would be better than standing around here doing nothing but chit chatting. He needed to run, let his muscles release the pent up energy and tension of this whole ordeal. A nod of his head was given.. "If you know where the fog conceals the prey, Jacome, for I have not been here long enough to find out..." He turned, limbs springing into action as he bounded a few feet away, scenting the air and earth before turning back to look at the others. He waited.
[glow=skyblue,2,300]~Belial Cuvar[/glow]
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