Smiling In A Ruined Age [Open//Joining]

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Dying felt so goddamn good today

Options had rolled through the demonic hued femme for quite some time now. The thoughts of the rest of her life looming before bored eyelids. Concepts of what location would bring her life the utmost joy, if she could even feel that. Where would she gain the most power? It had been quite the journey, sneaking across this foreign land in such a manner; yet it had given her quite the insight on the creatures that lived here. The female was intrigued by many of the wolves she had observed, disgusted by some, and embarrassed by others; yet now it had come time for her to leave a lasting impression. No longer was she new and unaware of what was being cradled upon this island, now she could prove to be useful to a pack. The female had always been a skilled hunter, but now that her familiarity within the lands had grown she had another skill set as well. Sarin could be quite the useful spy, and present her lovely poisons as presents to all who disrespected herself - and those around her of course!

If I was ever alive, well it's hard to say

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The deep hues of her pelt all melted into one shade of ebony in the darkness that enveloped her so lovingly. For some reason Sarin could not bring herself to approach the pack in the daytime. Perhaps it was her absolute hatred of the vibrant sun, it pierced her green eyes so violently. Hackles lifted slightly at the thought of the devil star announcing her arrival into these pack lands. Smirking, the female's pace quickened to a brief jog. Scents wafted around the female overwhelmingly, and her tongue lolled from the side of her muzzle whilst she eagerly raced towards her destination. Her tail swung loosely behind the female, her frame completely relaxed, at ease. This situation brought up no anxiety, no concerns of disapproval. The Mackenzie Valley female was certain that this pack was not ignorant, that they would see the benefits of having her on their side. Malice glittered within the vibrant shade her orbs held, an eager urge to destroy; although that was not her reasons for arriving in these lands.

It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away

At last! She had appropriately located the edge of the prairie. This place seemed quite appropriate for summoning an Alpha. It was within their lands, and in a rather open area. No sneak attacks or such could be performed on them when they could see the only other wolf lurking there. Inhaling sharply, the female tilted her muzzle towards the moon. Her song rang out sharply, calling out for the Alpha. Upon the completion of her summoning the female once more lowered her muzzle, lips rolling up in a hellish sneer. Sarin could not be expected to drop all guard, but she did relinquish the snarling grimace. 'It is not wise to appear as if you are attempting to intimidate the Alpha, especially not with what you have heard about this one,' but the female was intrigued if this pack truly had similar ideals to her own.

Dying felt so goddamn good today

With a slight grumble the femme lowered her tail close between her hindquarters, yet still stood to her fullest height, only slightly lowering her skull between her shoulder blades. This femme did not wish to appear intentionally cocky; however wanted these new wolves to know that she too deserved respect. It would be in their best interest to remember that and hold it dear to their heart. After all, what wolf typically dealt with a creature such as her? One that had the ability to slaughter or the knowledge to kill them whilst she was not even near. Her own skills were cast in an arousing light within the female's mind, 'I impress myself more and more every day.' Sarin held the grin, that so desperately wanted to break free, back from her features. She must remain stoic for now, wait for them to arrive.

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] The blood was still fresh on the alpha's muzzle. Vorilye opted to leave the mark of his recent kill for the remainder of the world to see. Should they have a problem with it, then he would locate his next target. It was a simple concept, really. The alpha male may have satisfied his current craving for blood, but that did not mean he was truly finished. After Ithilwen, the black and gold male planned to rule by fear. Wolves of his pack had not dared to cross him because they were either too small in comparison or because they had seen what he was capable of. Truthfully, the brute had a heart inside him. It was a matter of whether he planned to show it or not. His beta had caught glimpses of it, but even she had not experienced the fullness of his love. She had only seen it toward Tike; had she been present for the conversation with his daughter, she likely would have turned away from him in disgust. The brute had reverted back to his more carefree self. It was the version of Vorilye that believed he could actually trust someone. Yet the insecurities and his emotional blockades flared back up when he thought that even his own daughter was turning against him. That relationship needed to be patched. That was, if he could ever locate her again. A sigh slipped through the brute's lips before he could stop it; the alpha found himself hurriedly searching his surroundings to be sure that nobody had heard. Had they overheard, then he might have been questioned. No one would question a sigh, his inner voice berated him, but he could not be certain. It was best not to chance leaving any doors open for others to exploit. Naomi had pointed out that, in the event some of his disgruntled pack members joined together, he would be in a similar situation to that before. He could not allow that to happen again. But this pack was different. It was not composed of his mate and his children, but rather wolves from all avenues of life. That had to amount to something. Tike could not turn against him because his mother was dead. There would be no one able to influence him enough to take his only living son away from him. It was in the midst of the alpha's daydreams that a howl ripped through the grasses of Boryz Prairie. While the black and gold male had been aimlessly marking his territory to ensure that no other wolves entered uninvited, a wolf had caught scent of his markers and was calling to him as an alpha. The glimmer returned to his eye; this trip was proving to be quite fruitful. To have left alone and return with two new members of the pack was quite the endeavor. That was, if this wolf wished to join. It could always be a strange wolf seeking to cross his territory without being attack. At this point, he would allow such passage based solely on the fact that the wolf respected scent markers enough to request his presence prior to waltzing through Kamari. And so the male took off in the direction of the howl. There was no rush in his trip, as he was fairly certain that this wolf was nearby. Otherwise, the howl might not have held so much strength behind it. It was then that he spotted the wolf who had summoned him. A large, mostly black wolf with vivid green eyes. Those eyes, he thought with a grimace. It was as if someone had plucked Kallik's eyes from their sockets and slapped them into this wolf. It was both angering and frustrating at the same time. It was obvious that this was not the same wolf, and she quite freely held herself with pride, unlike his first conquest of Descai. The femme's posture was that of competing submission and dominance. It was somewhat amusing to see a wolf so bent on making herself seem unthreatening, yet not fully able to submit to the alpha of the territory. A smirk crossed the brute's golden muzzle as he trotted toward the Mackenzie Valley femme. "I believe you called, miss?" he rattled off in a grumbling voice, the underlying growl threatening to break through. Vorilye wanted this wolf to be submissive to him in full; he would determine whether or not she was worthy of respect. "I am the alpha of this territory. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Count | 765 words Muse | Not bad. Tags | Sarin Notes | I'm not sure if Jink was going to have Naomi hop in here or not, but I bet if she does she won't mind if we made a few posts before her joining up.

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Don't be aroused, by my confession

The scent of the unfamiliar brute caught her nares long before he became visible, the female was quite aware of her surroundings. It was much unlike Sarin to place her guard down, an attack could occur at any time. There was never an opportunity for a creature to really be safe. Either way, the femme stretched mildly whilst awaiting the brute to actually arrive; and when he did the female's jaw nearly smacked against the ground. The large ebony hued brute had a certain air of darkness around him, that was quite appealing to Sarin; although, she was not going to admit that such a thought passed through her mind. This canine's stature was quite demonic in its own way, 'no wonder I have heard such things about this one,' the femme mused for a moment longer whilst taking in the looming brute before her.

Unless you don't give a good goddamn about redemption

He spoke with some formality, it was respectable, and spiked Sarin's eager interest in this pack. How could a pack with such a hellish brute within it be anything less than powerful. A slight grin crossed over the femme's features as she lowered her skull close to the ground in greeting. She acknowledged her lack of stance and assumed a bow was the least she could muster for such a large brute. Respect must be given if one wished to receive it in return, right? Or respect must just be taken. Her ears quivered slightly, detecting the rest of the brute's speech as she raised her head between muscular shoulder blades once more. "Greetings, my Lord," the female spoke in a somewhat erotic tone. Green optics raped the brute viciously before the female continued answering to the Alpha brute. She wanted to remember this moment, the way his silhouette stood beneath the moonlight.

I know Christ is coming, and so am I

"I have heard great things about yourself, and the pack you lead. It would be my honor to have the opportunity to join you, my Lord," her gaze scanned behind the brute rapidly. Sarin was not going to be caught off guard whilst she was so engaged in conversation with this brute. That would be quite foolish of her. The Alpha had already answered to her call, no other need be arriving for their own entertainment. Smiling devilishly the femme spoke again, "I believe your pack and I would compliment each other greatly." The female turned her gaze back towards the brute's paws for a moment, ideas roaring throughout her mind. The brute had not introduced himself with a name, that much the femme had noticed; it was quite intriguing. Sarin had left out her own name, as the Alpha had not instructed her as to what to call him.

And you would too, if this sexy devil caught your eye

OoC| I'm sorry it is so short :(

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] A wicked smirk crossed the brute's lips as his new companion addressed him formally. I wonder if the remainder of the pack should call me Lord as well, he mused, his ego thoroughly stroked by the femme's instant respect toward him. It was upon her request to join the pack that he nodded his head in understanding. Apparently, the word of Descai was spreading throughout Anikira. Soon, they would all be under the control of the great pack, and rumors would do well to fuel the fear of his pack. They would fall to Descai before the wolves ever set foot on their territory. "Greetings femme. You hold yourself with confidence, and address me in a way that shows you are, yourself, of respectable nature," he spoke to the wolf calmly, an eerie air settling around them. "What is your name?" he inquired with a smirk, curious to know the name of such a fiery spirit. He could tell that this wolf would be yet another fun one to fiddle with. "You may join the ranks of Descai, if you wish, though your position within my pack must be earned." His stern gaze indicated that he would not be changing her to anything above a subordinate for quite some time unless she proved to be useful to him. There were several ways that she could certainly be useful... The devious look in the brute's golden eyes returned, curious to see just how this femme would respond to his eminent advances. It would be a shame to leave such a pretty little lady uncourted, now wouldn't it? the devils in the brute's head chortled, provoking him as he scanned the femme up and down. Her similar behavior did not go unnoticed to the alpha; it was a plus in his eyes that she, too, seemed intrigued. "These are the expansion of my base pack lands. The remainder of the pack, apart from Naomi, another subordinate such as yourself, are in Acerbus," he explained gruffly, not excited to have to read the riot act to the new femme. "These lands are ours for hunting and also alternative dens, though the heart of Descai lies to the west." "I have very few rules, but those who break them suffer dearly. Respect is not an option. I eat first with any kill. And most of all, intruders are to be killed on sight," he sneered, still angered by the black femme who had continually provoked him. There was something wrong with her, and he knew it, but it did not mean that his rules did not apply to her. "If you wish to remain with myself and Naomi, it is your decision. However, you may encounter some... difficulties if you attempt to enter Acerbus without me," he snickered at the indication. Shayde may be smaller than this female, but he was certain that she would take a few chunks out of the wolf before she allowed an unattended wolf to return back to the pack's dens. Vorilye stared down at the femme, interested by Kallik's eyes staring back at him. It would take some getting use to to have yet another piercing eyed femme following him around. Between having a new Shayde join and having a new Kallik join, Vorilye was suffering from a sense of deja vu. It was like the early days of Descai, when things were simple and wolves were not prancing into his territory without announcing themselves. This femme had already scored more points than most of the wolves in the area by treating him with respect, but she had plenty of work to do before he deemed her worthy of his pack. Even Angel, one of the longest term members of Descai, had only just received a rank. "Do you have any questions?" Count | 641 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Sarin Notes | Your post wasn't bad at all. I feel like mine sucked though...

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Pray, 'til I go blind

Heart thumped faster within the female's chest, this situation was certainly worth the trip she had made. A piercing gaze scanned the terrain once more before settling back upon the Alpha, only for a moment she took in the brute's facial features before the glance settled upon his chest. Intentionally avoiding eye contact, although the femme longed to tear her way into this brute's soul. He, much like herself, seemed to be wearing a clever mask to disguise the power hungry warrior deep within. Claws dug within the dirt beneath them, excitement building within the female; however, as it grew so did the urge for pain. The femme quite loved a good fight, even if it meant she lost. The tingling sensation brought on by being hurt brought the femme to more attention than anything else would. 'I see hell within your eyes,' the thoughts crossed her mind, and for a moment the ebony colored female nearly thought she had actually spoke them.

Pray, 'cause nobody ever survives

An enticed smile overcame the female's muzzle as the brute's words were caught by ever-alert auds. 'So he wants to know what my name is?' Sarin was not going to avoid the question, despite her own interest in knowing what the brute was called. She wanted him to respond first, but did not want to irk him with games. "My name is little use in the presence of you, Lord. You can call me whatever you would like," Her words were true. If he wanted to call her bitch, she would most certainly answer to it. After all, she was not the one who had picked out her name; and if he wished to give her a new one so be it. "Others though, they call me Sarin. And what should I call you, master," the last word dripped bewitchingly from the devil's lips. A spark formed behind those vibrant orbs settled so deeply within her crania. Loosely her tail flipped a few times behind her, the femme was quite pleased to be accepted. Once more the femme bowed to the brute, this time slightly lower than before; casually stretching her back whilst bowing to the brute before her. As she righted herself once more the words flowed, "It is my honor to be a member of Descai, and I swear to you on every drop of blood within my veins that I will prove my worthiness to you. If I do not, then my soul is surely yours to take." This much was true, Sarin knew this opportunity was the perfect one in which she could gain power; and subconsciously the female was enjoying this brute's company, although she would not admit it.

Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

Sarin was not ignorant, she noted the brute's gaze upon herself. It was quite inviting, almost too welcoming. She was enjoying it far too much. It seemed they were equally stroking the other's ego. The Mackenzie Valley femme wanted to walk a circle around this brute, to thoroughly take in the attractive brute before herself; however, paws remained rooted to the ground. 'Probably a smart move for now,' the female pouted mentally. She knew that she was a good fighter, but the last thing she needed was to be kicked from these lands that she so desperately wanted to be upon. The femme was impressed, to say the least. 'So this brute holds two lands to his name, no wonder....' her mind wandered, the female cutting the rest of the thought from her head. "No wonder the others speak of you with such respect and fear, you are quite worthy of it," the female nodded her head slowly, reinforcing the words that were spilling from her face. She was not lying to the brute though. Sarin, although wanting instant gratification, would gladly work for her rank; surely she would be granted one once the brute saw her loyalty, skills and dedication.

She'll eat you alive

Apparent shivers raced up her spine, so death was the penalty for trespassers in these lands? It sounded just like the place she needed to be. "I would be pleased to slaughter the ignorant whelps that would dare wander upon your lands without welcome. As for staying within Acerbus or Kamari, I am pleased to go wherever you want me. Or stay wherever you put me," the female took a slight step forward, her legs growing stiff from standing so rigidly for so long. The femme pondered upon the brute's words for a few moments, debating if she did indeed have any questions. Most of them the femme dared not inquire about; although one particularly stuck within her mind. It had been so long since she had poisoned another creature, something within her was begging to create something once more. 'Does he have anyone he wishes to bring down?' Sarin doubted the brute would be angered by her offer; yet, she was not certain that this was the opportunity to ask. 'Wait for now, no rush. See what Alpha says.'

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] Vorilye was growing to like this wolf greater and greater with each passing moment. The more she spoke, the more she inflated his ego and built a beautiful picture of the Descai he envisioned. His pack would be a great one, and if wolves would willingly submit as this femme did, then there would be little trouble in the future as his plan to spread outward pressed forward. After all, they had already managed to oust one pack from their territory; how difficult could it be if all the packs were as weakly managed as Haishin. "Sarin, hmmm?" the brute grinned wickedly at his new companion. "Welcome to the fold, my dear. I believe you may be able to help me on the way to greatness if you do, indeed, have such a sworn allegiance to Descai." Her demeanor reminded him of Shayde; although, it seemed as if most wolves these days reminded him of his beta in some way or another. She was all too central to his thoughts. We will need to fix that, he thought with a grumble, appraising the femme before him slowly. She was well-built, and she certainly was not hard on the eyes. "Sarin, is it? You may call me as you have, or you can call me Alpha. I am content with Master or Lord as well as Alpha." He was enjoying this far too much. "It is likely best if you remain at my side until I finish my patrol of this territory. I should be returning to Acerbus shortly; however, my beta does not take kindly to potential trespassers, regardless of what they may say they are to me," he grinned, his eyes glinting dangerously once more. The blackened femme was a source of amusement to the alpha. He believed she would be as malleable as Shayde had been; his beta was quite the character now. She was respectful, obedient, and did as he pleased without question. Except for gather the pack, he thought with disdain, though one minor slip up had not been enough for him to relieve the femme of her rank. Another mistake and the possibility was all too plausible. "What skills do you possess? The hunt? Fighting? Where do you excel?" he commanded the femme to speak, hoping to gain some insight into this bewitching creature. She posed a conundrum to him; her devastatingly sharp eyes brought some old memories to the forefront, while her body was nothing like the old femme. She was completely new, subservient, and ready to respond at his slightest whim. The black and gold alpha could not have created a finer specimen if he tried. If she can fight, then she may be a good mentor for Tike, he thought aimlessly, though he was not sure that he would trust his only son into the paws of the newest pack member just yet. He still had to figure out how Naomi would play into the pack. Naomi. Where had the femme disappeared to? After the death of the deranged black female, Vorilye had anticipated that she would follow close behind. But yet, she had still not made an appearance. It was slightly irritating to the alpha to see that a new wolf had once again vanished into the mists. If she does not turn up soon, she can consider herself a waste of space, he thought with a low growl in his throat, his golden eyes leveling to Sarin's green eyes. "I need to know what you can do, and whether or not you are ready to aid in the strongest pack on Anikira," he sneered, his lip curled back to reveal the sharp canines beneath. He did not doubt that this femme would rise to the challenge; so far she had exceeded every expectation. But no wolf could be perfect, and that was what Vorilye sought. He needed to know her weak point, and if that was a minor achilles heel, then and only then could he include her in his tightest circle. He would not trust Noe or Angel with the plot of the pack, as the one femme refused to speak and Angel seemed to have the conversational filter of a two month old pup. She would blab about their plan to every passing wolf if he announced it to the masses of Descai. But he also needed to start preparing the pack for what was to come. They would need to spread further into Kamari, and from there they would have the foot hold they needed to press on. He needed to push this wolf to her limits to see just how much she could handle before she would crack, and that would take time... Count | 789 words Muse | Good. Tags | Sarin Notes | This would probably be a good point for Naomi to hop in ^^

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Close my eyes and dream of death

Sarin felt satisfied within, after all everything did seem to be working out. Sure, she had not received instant gratification; yet, that did not mean that she would never gain the authority she so craved. It would seem that this nameless brute before her was quite serious about the potential for earning a rank - as long as she proved herself worthy. The Mackenzie Valley female had no doubt that she could find favoritism in this brute's eyes, and she would die trying if she did not. There was absolutely no reason that he would not see her flawless wonder, all others seemed to. For a silent moment the female stroked her own ego, reminded herself how important that she was. Descai was one step closer to greatness with this female upon their side. A glimmer of her ego exposed itself within the moonlight, her own pride; however, the female would show respect when necessary. Especially to a creature who seemed to demand it, the same way she did. It was impressive to the female, to say the least.

Slip away and take a breath

A smirk crossed her features gradually as her auds gathered the words the Alpha spoke. "My blood runs only for Descai now," the femme's words were spoken solemnly as if she was making a lifelong vow to the brute before her. This was her path to complete power, perfection, authority. The femme felt nearly dizzy from the excitement racing throughout her veins; yet, her appearance remained stoic. Only the urge for power drove the femme forward, and there was something about the brute before her - it was intriguing. Sarin had met few others similar to herself, or who she believed she could relate to, and Vorilye seemed to be one of them. Perhaps it was naive for her to judge so soon; yet, it was in Sarin's nature. It was difficult to figure out where exactly to place your next step if you didn't make some careful calculations and a few assumptions along the way. "I do prefer to call you Master, if it truly satisfies you," the female cast her green gaze upward to the brute. Not settling it upon his eyes, but gathering his facial features once more. The smirk turned into a demonically erotic grin before the glance averted itself from his face. "It would be my honor to be within your shadow whilst you patrol. Your Beta sounds to be of quite the respectable sort, it is wise of them to act so harshly towards strangers," her voice faded while she mentally continued her thought. 'One would not want a spy to wander into these lands,' the idea entertained the female, for she was quite the spy when she needed to be. However, those words were held back for the pure reason that she did not wish the Alpha to believe she was spying on them.

Rivers running dark and cool

As if the brute was within her mind, he inquired about her skills. 'Where do I not excel?' the female mentally congratulated herself for being such an angel. Her tail flickered with anticipation, and the female took a carefully measured step forward. The moonlight collided perfectly with her optics, an eerie glow seemed to be illuminating from her features. "I am a born warrior, my Lord" the femme began, "I was raised to protect, to fight. To rape and slaughter the whelps undeserving of walking upon these lands." A maniacal giggled escaped her maw for a moment, before the female stifled it; attempting to play off a half-innocent appearance. "And I do possess a skill of a unique trade as well, I am quite the dark shaman. My specialty being poisons of sorts." Her line of sight crossed over the brute for a moment, searching for a sign of approval or interest in her skill set. Certainly she could hunt, if one could slaughter others of their own kind then they obviously held the ability to take down prey. That was common sense to Sarin; yet she wanted to see a glimmer of interest within the Alpha's eyes. She was quite certain that a skill set such as hers was rare, especially among these lands.

How can nothingness be cruel?'

If the brute needed to the female would happily show him. She would greedily indulge him in all of her perfection, allow him to bask in the ever resonating light. Perhaps then he would truly understand what a gem had wandered upon his land. The female was growing more eager, excited. This situation was quite captivating to all the femme's senses. Her attention was held on high alert, willing to jump through any hoop that this brute may throw at her; yet, curious about him as well. After all, he had not given a name. It disturbed her whilst making the undying interest within her gain size. "That is not all I excel at, however," the female could not resist the seductive look crossing her face. So many thoughts rushing through her. The thought of pain, agonizing screams; and the river ran red. She inhaled deeply, nares nearly smelling the irony taste of blood; so sweetly would she drink the life force of another. Tail curled around her hind leg whilst she stood, attempting to remind the female that she was still upon the earth. 'Don't wander too far.'

What color is death?

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] The picture that Sarin wove was not much different than the vision that Vorilye himself held. The alpha male was thoroughly impressed by her proposed list of skills, though only time would tell just how useful she could be. The art of poisonous plants would come in handy; perhaps he could use that as a discreet way to lace kills and deliver them to the neighboring packs. Such a sign of good faith surely would not be questioned, right? And with the dark skills of this female on his side, he would be even closer to driving the pathetic whelps from their territory and into hiding. That, or they would submit to the leadership of the Descai Pack. Either would be sufficient enough for the alpha male. However, what pleased the black and gold brute most was that she claimed to be a skilled fighter. That was exactly what the male was searching for at this time; someone who could instruct his son in the ways of fighting. Tike had the size to his advantage, and now he needed someone to show him how to utilize it. With Sarin not being greatly smaller than Tike, it would be a good match, and also a good way for the alpha to determine just how honest this femme was being with her assessment of herself. "I believe I have just the starting job for you." While Vorilye was half tempted to fall prey to the femme's seductive ways, he remembered just what happened the last time he jumped into something with a bright green-eyed femme. He shook his head to clear those thoughts; he could not trust another wolf so quickly. All these females seemed to do was cause him trouble. While her body called to him, it took all of Vorilye's self-control to keep from falling into her clutches. He was needy right now, and she had just what could satisfy him. The innuendo that had laced his words quickly fell away as he stared at the ground for a long few seconds before continuing to speak to her once more. I will keep my composure, he berated himself with disdain. The alpha male appraised the femme once more before diving into his alternative proposition. "It may not be the most glamorous of jobs, but then again, those are reserved for wolves who have proven themselves within the pack," he started with a smirk. "I have a son, about nine months old, that needs some instruction. I want him to be a competent fighter. He is nearly as large as myself now, and yet he is still growing. I want you to take on the responsibility of instructing him in the art of warfare." He believed that the femme would be up to the task. Though it seemed somewhat menial, at the same time it was a great responsibility. He was handing an impressionable youth into her paws, and she would be given the opportunity to mold him into a great member of the pack. If she succeeded, then she would be greatly rewarded. But if she failed... "This is what I want for you. Now, if you will follow me, I believe it is best that we find Naomi and continue along our way so we can return to the remainder of the pack," the alpha male instructed, a slight smile tugging at his golden muzzle. He was pleased to see that his pack was growing steadily, and if any more wolves like the two he found in Kamari were wandering about, he was hopeful that they would decide with the smarter end of the spectrum and join Descai, rather than fight it as the dastardly black femme attempted to do. And so the alpha male set off toward the hot springs, luckily backtracking and finding where Naomi's scent trail had veered from his own. He wanted to know just what had possessed the new red female to wander away from him within hours of joining the pack. It better have been a good reason, or Vorilye would be angered. The last thing anyone wanted was to have the alpha's anger directed at them. He did not have to concern himself with whether or not Sarin would follow. He knew she would. He also knew that if she did not, the consequences would be similar to how she spoke earlier. Weed out the whelps. Make the pack pure. There was no room for error in the Descai Pack. Count | 754 words Muse | Good. Tags | Sarin Notes | This actually turned out pretty good. I always go into posts these days thinking I'm going to just barely scrape the word minimum and then they come out like this XD

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You gave me the reason

The femme was confident about the decision she had made to come to this land, to follow what others so feared. This had been exactly the proper thing for her to do, Descai seemed to have similar values to her own. Sarin smirked inwardly, mentally taunting those of her past who had believed her to have no potential. This proved just how wrong they were, the femme knew her skills would be appreciated, wanted. Few were as brilliant as herself, Sarin was convinced that this was true; however, if those of a similar mindset gathered together they would prove to be unstoppable. That was exactly where Descai came in. This pack was just as self-centered as herself, they were willing to die to succeed. Once more the grin placed itself so gracefully upon the mottled hued female, this would only be the beginning to greatness - the utmost perfection.

You gave me control

The female's tail twisted itself in a demented twitch around her leg as the brute spoke, excitement ran throughout her figurine. The brute seemed to have several topics crossing through his brain, the same as she. 'Certainly we are on the same wavelength,' thoroughly the female was enjoying this. The great brute before her seemed to know exactly the direction to take to power, and if he proved to be right then Sarin would follow him. It was quite unlike her to follow orders; yet, this time it seemed to be beneficial. Descai was rapidly growing from the rumors crossing around these lands, additionally the brute spoke of recently claiming additional terrain. Sarin's confidence and loyalty proceeded to grow. Being the newest addition did not bother her in the slightest, it encouraged her to flaunt the perfection that was persistently surrounding her. Vorilye's stare to the ground was captured like a photograph in the femme's skull; one day she would know what was on his mind. Sarin was nosy in such a way.

I gave you my purity

Knowing a creature inside and out proved to be fruitful, she wanted to figure out what made this Alpha tick. She needed to search for what passed throughout him, what he thought. Only then could she attain the greatness she desired. If she became close with a creature who seemed so distant, then that meant she was needed. It proved that she was considered valued, important. It would take time, but Sarin had plenty of that. Any moment that she took a breath would be devoted to her new family. They would all see how valuable of an asset she could be. Inhaling sharply, she listened to the words that the Alpha spoke. The task he had given her was quite an important one; although, the brute attempted to make it seem mediocre. The subordinate knew that training his son would not be taken lightly. Happily she would accept such a task, it was quite a starting job. "I would be honored to make your son a great Warrior, he will be considered nothing less than a god by the end," her head lowered slightly, a bow of acceptance.

My purity you stole

The female had never been fond of whelps, but hopefully this one was as dedicated as herself to gain approval of the Alpha. If the pup had any intelligence rattling around in his skull then he would be. "I would love to meet the rest of Descai, although I am sure they pale in comparison to yourself, Master," the female turned to follow the brute. Now was the time to meet the others, her skin crawled. Meeting the others would be an intriguing time to say the least; yet, she assumed the other canine's would be nothing short of civil towards their pack mates. Even new members must hold some value, after all Descai would not want a civil war. That would break apart the empire they were all working towards. The female followed, ensuring she stood in the brute's shadow as much as possible. The additional darkness was welcoming, she seemed to gain power from the black surrounding them.