God Machine [claiming]

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It had been several days since the large canine had arrived upon the island with his beloved pet. He had snatched the opportunity to search the island as thoroughly as possible, waiting for the sign he needed to claim it. By now the brute had grown quite impatient with his leader, for they required a home immediately. Stability need to be established alongside a gathering for the rest of the pack, whoever that may include for now. Certainly, Belial had stumbled across many loners in his travels; unfortunately, few seemed to be worth his time and efforts. At least the brute could reassure himself about Ahri, of course there had been that odd persona switch; yet, he was satisfied with the femme as a whole. Fenrir had not failed him even when it came to finding his queen, what would cause a lag now?

Shaking his head slowly, the brute's frigid gaze darted upwards. A lone star twinkled in the ebony waves above, a piece of his soul swelled. 'Follow it fool,' a near snarl resonated within him, coaxing his massive silhouette to press forward. The initial location was unknown, but Belial had learned enough to know that each sign needed to be followed immediately. He would not permit the deity to believe him undeserving of the heavenly land. Such power would not be laid before blasphemous paws, his were still moving forward. So far, the Kenai brute had satisfied those above; now he would be snatching his reward. He prayed that Ahri was still safe, that he has not missed a canine here. If something had happened to his bitch, then this world would see a true hell. The brute was not willing to negotiate with those that stole from him, that included laying even a gaze upon his property.

The future Alpha cared little for what others may believe about his relationship with the female. Sure, it was not one built upon pure love; there was something much more cynical to it. His initial joining with the femme had been his action. He had stolen what he wanted, chased the demons away from his queen, perhaps in the future she would fall for him in the same way. Not that he would ever be needing rescued, especially not be a female. Yet, if Ahri had those thoughts and such associated emotions, then the brute would know she cared for him. Pride blocked the brute from admitting the soft part of his heart that she resided in, she was the only femme he had dared to speak of holding a future with. But, that was likely of little importance to Ahri.

It was then that his sapphire optics landed upon the wondrous waterfall. The glittering star seemed elegantly placed right above the landmark. This was where the rightful claim upon Ina'mos was to be made. The fog had lifted tonight, an event that had intrigued Belial from the beginning - it was now apparent why this specific night was so clear. The moon cast an eerie glow upon the falls and all surrounding them. A silver gleam seemed to be radiating from his pelt due to this light. A new life seemed to grow inside of him, his chest tightening with each eager breath. All these years and passed, but Belial had patiently awaited the downfall of the others. Each year had brought about a new wave of impatience for when he would come to power. The moon's high seat above called to the brute, almost announced the future that was about to be made. Nothing would devour this moment in beauty and importance.

Positioning himself beneath the moon, the brute stared into the darkness before him. Bits of silver were illuminating the terrain, but Belial was still alone for now. He hoped that more would come when he howled, that there would be others to join them. And if there were not, then he would have to simply go and find them himself. A low growl escaped his muzzle, as if he wished to exercise his vocals before the bellowing howl rang out. A satisfied grin slipped upon his facial features, there was something within this moment that gave him a sensation of absolute power. In this second before calling out, he was immortal. Worldly concerns no longer plagued him, his thoughts were in sync with infinity.

Muzzle lifted itself as close to the moon as possible, with a sharp breath the brute called out. The sound brutally caught the chilled night air, piercing it with a wave of dominance. Even mother nature could not control him, his authority over these lands was undeniable. "Assemble canines, for these lands belong to Ferus. Those within will find divine perfection," his song trailed away, allowing complete silence to consume the air once again. The disruption had been sudden, even his own audits found it creepy to hear nothingness once more. The falling water seemed to make no sound to the brute anymore, only the pulsing of his heart could be heard inside of his skull. 'Let us see who all arrives,' frozen orbs searched the area, awaiting his female's arrival.

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A high pitched whine cut through the air as the malnourished arabian brute dragged himself forwards across the rocky terrain. Where was she? Where was his Angelica? He’d been looking for any trace of her on this island for ages, but all his efforts seemed to be in vain. Unfortunately, his commitment to the search had left him little time to find food for himself, most of it needing to be scavenged from old rotting carcasses. It was hardly enough to sustain a travelling wolf, and as a result his energy levels had dropped dramatically. Where once he would have bounded over the hills at a full out sprint he could now hardly manage a crawl. All of his muscles were aching something fierce, as if they were on fire, and it was near impossible to walk in any direction that even resembled a straight line. He couldn’t let his girl down though, could he? He simply had to find her, even if it meant travelling to the other side of this blasted continent. His mortal body was of little importance in any case; as long as it could do what was asked of it he didn’t care what state it was in. Although, it seemed as though it was reaching the edge of its limits, judging by the ridiculously frequent stops he had to make in order to catch his breath.

But just as he felt his paws tremble again beneath him, a very faint feminine form materialised slowly at the edge of his vision, and he turned to behold a stunningly beautiful she wolf wreathed in fluid golden tendrils of holy light. Her sweet sweet scent drifted tantalisingly towards him and his nose twitched in delight. It was her! He’d found her! Timber… the melodic voice was like a whisper on the breeze, soft and caring, reminding him of his beloved sister. Except he knew for certain that this apparition was not Steppe; firstly, Steppe was arabian and this wondrous lady took the form of an iranian. She held herself with far more grace too – how was it even possible for such a flawless creature to exist? She must be from another world, a spirit descended from the heavens to guide him… And now that he thought about it, there was a shimmery glow wavering in her fur, a light starry sheen in her pelt. “Yes, yes, yes,” the male nodded eagerly to himself, hardly aware that he was speaking aloud. “That must be it, yes! She’s a goddess!” The pretty she wolf didn’t seem to notice his words; she simply stood there gazing peacefully over her shoulder at him, flicking her tail temptingly. This way… Come to me…

Timber obediently trotted after his delusion, his poor physical condition ignored despite the pain coursing through his body. His breath was soon coming in wheezing gasps as he struggled to keep up with the mysterious femme, but no matter how hard he pushed himself, her ghostly figure was drawing further and further away. “No! Wait up!” Timber called out desperately, but it was too late. She had disappeared from his vision, returning to the distant realm which she came from. “Noooo!” He wailed in despair, rushing frantically to the spot where she’d vanished. She couldn’t be gone! She couldn’t!

Just then, a loud howl caught his ears, a call by a wolf somewhere close by. Normally he wouldn’t have paid it any attention, even if it was claiming the land upon which he stood, but the words at the end intrigued him. Find divine perfection… Angelica? Was she somehow guiding him, by making this wolf howl as soon as she’d disappeared? Did she want him to meet this powerful sounding stranger? That was enough encouragement for the loner; he set off at an unsteady lope.

The waterfall came into sight first, then the huge dark brute standing near it. Timber scurried forward, remembering to keep his tail tucked tightly between his legs in the presence of those with more status. The scrawny brown mutt came to a halt a short distance from the alpha male (perhaps too short a distance considering his dirty unkempt fur) and craned his neck back so that he could look up at the much bigger wolf.

“Excuse me! I’m looking for a wo- a plant. Called Angelica. I need her, I mean, it. It. Would you happen to know where it is? Please, great wolf, I will be in your debt if you can give me some.” His subconscious knew there had to be some Angelica around here; he had smelled the sweet aroma, but just couldn’t pinpoint where the plant was.

Another thought occurred to him then, and he cocked his head to the side. “You have just claimed these lands, yes, yes? So, you own the Angelica now. Can I join your pack? I can be useful… I think…” His enthusiasm trailed off as he remembered the reason for being thrown out of his old pack. Timber’s ears flattened to his head in fear of being rejected. “Please. I need her.”



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With a start, Volk’s grey eyes jerked open. “Cailo.” He lay sprawled on a beach. He remembered the desperate escape from the sinking ship. Cailo had been with him then. They had swam ashore. They were on an island beside a much larger island. They had made it. And being exhausted, he had collapsed beside his brother. Now, Cailo was not there.

Muscles still ached from the swim, and from hauling Cailo out of the waves. He was alive. They had made it. A growl escaped him as he pulled himself into a stand. Glancing around he noticed that the sun was low on the horizon and that evening was quickly approaching. He peered out to sea but did not see the vessel they had escaped from. Briefly he wondered if anyone else had made it off and survived to reach the island, but he felt himself grow angry. Why should he care if any of them had survived? If their plans had been accomplished, Cailo would be dead now.

He moved over to where Cailo had been laying when he lost consciousness. His imprint was still in the sand, and he could see his footprints heading off the beach. “Why didn’t you just wait for me?” He muttered under his breath. He had dedicated his life to protecting his younger brother, and he was mad at himself for being weak when he was needed the most. “Should have stayed awake.”

A wave of nausea hit him as he stood peering out at the shifting waves. His vision darkened. He tried slowing his breathing, but it did not help. He got sick, spewing what was sure to have been some of the sea water he had consumed during the earlier swim ashore. His stomach settled some, but his head was pounding. He was angry at Cailo for wandering off, and mad at himself for having been weak. He lowered his head. No, he was not mad at Cailo. It wasn’t his fault. He just didn’t know better.

His sniffed around and thought he caught a faint scent. It was most likely Cailo. Taking one last look at the beach, he set off to follow the trail. The scent grew fainter, and he wondered if he had even been on the right trail to begin with. He sat to try and decide on what to do.

The night had come upon him, and Volk glanced up at the darkened sky. He did not know where he was anymore. He knew he was a long way from home, and had no idea where to locate his younger brother. Then he heard a sound, and listened closer. It was a howl. It startled him to hear it. He did not hear it all, but he made out the name Ferus and something about divine protection. Perhaps Cailo would be there. He certainly needed protection.

He gauged the direction the howl had come from and set off at a steady pace. It was not long before he heard the sound of rushing water and came upon a beautiful waterfall. For a moment, he was lost in watching the beauty of the moonlight dancing on the rippling, falling water. Then, he caught site of a massive wolf.

This must be who called. The brute was nearly twice his size. His pelt was grey flecked with black, brown, and white, and looked around with blue eyes. Volk had never before seen a wolf like him. For a moment, he thought to run, but he was determined to locate his brother. And besides, Volk was no coward. He lingered in the shadows a moment while a wolf smaller then himself approached the brute. He kept saying something about needing her. For a moment, Volk wondered who he was seeking, but shook the thought away.

Another pain struck his mind, but he tried to push it aside. He would not allow himself to get sick in their presence. He padded forward. He had his head lowered, trying to be submissive, but his lips were curled back in a growl, desperate to hold the pain and darkness at bay. “Did you call out about protection? Did my brother pass this way?” He should be protecting his brother. But he knew this was a new land, and he was a stranger too it. There was certainly strength in numbers, and perhaps if he was part of a new pack, Cailo would be important to them too. “My name is Volk. I seek asylum with Ferus. I need protection, and I am willing to offer it besides.” He approached the massive male, bowing before him, and waited.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/ahrimid.png] The dainty white female bounced somewhat less happily after the large male, thoroughly reassured that he would protect her from the outside world. Ahri knew that she could help him; something was wrong with the male, and she would be sure to do everything she could to take the bad out of him. No wolf could truly have evil within them. He was simply lost in his mind, and she could be the one to draw it out. After a brief pause to rinse the blood from her pure white fur, the female continued after Belial, knowing in her heart that he would not allow her to leave even if she wished to. But her naivety led her to believe that what happened before would never happen again. He would treat her well, and the gentleman she met back in that cavern would return once more. So Ahri continued after the brute, not knowing where they were going or where they intended to stay. The male had not clued her in to any of his plans; all he ensured was that he doted upon her. It was so different for her to have someone pay attention to her for her that she was dazzled by his presence. The previous behavior aside, Ahri was somewhat smitten with the male. Uruviel had obviously done something to anger him, but she would not let that happen again. She would make him happy, right? As she silently trailed after the male, the chittering of a nearby squirrel distracted her. Belial seemed not to notice as the arctic female slipped away and pursued the small meal. While she had dined with the black male before, she was growing hungry once more and wanted to satiate her hunger before they stopped for the night. The little wolf darted after the screeching little being, finally lunging at the squirrel and seizing it in her jaws as it flew in mid air to latch onto a tree. A satisfied smirk graced the female's lips; she was far hungrier than normal, and she needed to do something to make that hunger go away. She tore into the squirrel's flesh and quickly picked the meat and organs away from the bones. There was not much on the squirrel, but it was enough to calm her angry stomach. It was then that Ahri caught wind of exactly what Belial intended to do. The claiming howl echoed across the island, laying claim to Ina'mos as the lands of Ferus. Ahri's stunned green eyes scanned the brush around her, but the sound of the nearby waterfall was much louder than any sound nearby wolves could have made. Startled, the female darted back in the direction Belial had continued, hoping to find him and get this situation clarified before it went any further. She was stunned; what would he have her do in a pack? Would she even earn a rank? She had very little useful skills, though she was steadily increasing in her hunting capacity. He could not possibly force her to remain as a subordinate indefinitely. As the white female strode up to Belial, she was surprised to see that two other males were there with the gigantic wolf. Ahri found herself drawn closer to him, as she was not familiar with these males. What if they were threatening to her? Surely Belial would hold firm to his statement that he would protect her, but how much could he really protect her from the outside world? After all, she was a magnet for trouble. Her green eyes peered up at Belial, inquiring silently as to what it was he had just done. Surely he could not expect her to remain with a pack. She was useless; nothing but a pretty face. Count | 633 words Muse | Good. Tags | Belial, Timber, Volk. Notes | I guess I didn't get it up last night, but here you go!

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Step, Step, Step, Step. One at a time, the young brute's paws fell on the ground. He had been following after a fluttering thing with cool looking wings. It just few around in the air and it did cool tricks too! Cailo had chased it to see where it would take him but then it flew up so high that he couldn't see it anymore. "Goodbye!" Cailo called to the butterfly in a loud, childlike tone. The dull yellow eyes of the Chernobyl wolf looked around and noticed that he hadn't an idea of where he was. Cailo tried to go back to the beach but the scent of it kept getting confused and mixing in with other scents. Cailo huffed. This must be some kind of trick! Maybe Volk was just playing with him. "Okay, Volk! Quit messing with the smells! It's not funny!" Cailo called out but he heard no response. Fine then! Don't respond!" Cailo thought to himself. He didn't want to go back to the beach anyway! There was water there and water meant bad things. The water was cold and it was really hard to swim in. He never wanted to go into any water ever again. No more baths, no more swims. He wouldn't even drink it anymore! He was ALL done with water now.

Just then, his mind got distracted by something else. It was a howl from another wolf. They had said something about protection? Cailo didn't need any protecting. He was a master of everything. He could do just fine all on his own. But he decided that maybe he should go anyway...just to prove that he didn't need protection. He started in the direction of the sound but with the new exciting things all around, it took him a while to get to his destination.

The first thing he saw was the waterfall, which made him want to run away from it. His body started to shake and tremble when he saw it but then he saw Volk, and a whole new feeling swept over the pup-like wolf. "Why were you messin' with the smells, Volk? Dat wasn't very nice!" He addressed his brother and gave him a mean glare, the meanest one he could think of. He then saw the rest of the wolves and did nothing. He didn't look at any of them, he didn't speak to any of them. He was perfectly content in his own little world.

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The Kenai brute's hazy sapphire eyes gleamed out into the expanse if noir, expectantly waiting for others to arrive. In actuality, there was little reason that any creature would respond to the crazed male's call. It was only Belial and Ahri who had officially discussed claiming the pack, if they received others it would only be luck - or a blessing. Fenrir had been looking out for the lost soul since he had been born, there was little reason within the new Alpha's mind that such blessings would continue. They were especially deserving now, he was joining wolves together underneath the God's name in order to praise and bring Fenrir joy. Audits quivered upon his crania, optics focusing upon a dark shadow within the emptiness. All remained silent until the unfamiliar scent caught his nostrils, directing his attention not far from where he had originally held it.

A small Arabian male visualized from the dark abyss and almost immediately started babbling. Initially Belial struggled to establish what in the world this crazy brute was struggling to say, he was speaking of some female? It took mere second before the Alpha established what Timber wanted, it was not a mate but a plant - one of the few that the Alpha could recognize. He absolutely despises the scent of it and tended to avoid that flora at all costs. He could hardly comprehend why this smaller creature desired it so desperately, all that mattered was the overwhelming sense of urgency in the Arabian's voice. Belial adored having his ego stroked and this small one's actions were actually proving to be beneficial, even if the other didn't realize it right away. Blue orbs swam over Timber's figure, attempting to scope out any possible use for the small canine. "Greetings, brute," his voice rolled deep and authoritatively from his maw. "You need her, eh? Does she create a tingling sensation for you, make you feel all fuzzy inside? Tell me then, can you be of any use to me - if not than at least extend me your name," his tone was not overly threatening, but it held a hint of intrigued malice within it. The new Alpha was ensuring that his dominance upon these lands would not be challenged.

He waited as patiently as possible not only for this other canine to speak, but for his Queen to arrive as well. She had been expects to arrive first, to stand beside him through the claiming in order to show all the others that she too was in charge. A snarl longed to burst from his lips; however, he was forced to contain the vicious noise. The last thing he needed was to scare off any others that could potentially be approaching. His gaze lifted as a sound from another grasped at his attention. 'Ahri?' to his disappointment it was not the femme at all, but another brute. This one was slightly larger than the first and he too appeared to be searching for something important to him. "Indeed, within these lands all shall be as protected as the heavens above and receive all the blessings within; however, everyone must do their part in order for us to live so luxuriously. As for your brother, the only canines that have passed through here upon this night is us." Belial's gaze darted to Timber and then back towards the new brute, as if he already considered the Arabian a member. With his great size Belial knew that he could take these two should they opt to fight over joining, especially with his great gifts extended from the skies above them. Regardless of this fact, Belial knew that there was strength in numbers; thus, including Timber in his simple words towards Volk implied that the pack had some members, making it more likely for others to join.

He dipped his crania slightly in a more formal greeting as Volk extended out his name. "I am called Belial, Volk what can you offer us should we choose to let you join our family?" The question was direct and he expected an answer from the brute, he would be accepting no weaklings. All needed to participate in their divine work in order to find a refuge within Ina'mos. The grin that grew upon the brute's muzzle appeared quite suddenly, but only when his icy orbs lay their gaze upon the ivory femme. She had decided to make an appearance after all, later than he would have preferred - but she had shown herself. It was much better that way, the brute would not have been pleased if she needed to be hunted down. His mood would have grown increasingly sour should his pet have abandoned him, Ahri was there for a purpose; although he did not quite expect her to know that quite yet. As she grew close to him the brute moved his lumbering frame closer to the femme, nearly protectively standing over her. It was a silent display of dominance to these males, this female was his and they were not to mess with her. "Darling," he greeted the female in a near whisper, aimed for only the two of them to hear.

Ahri received a gentle nuzzle from the brute before his attention shifted itself back towards Timber and Volk, optics darting between the two brutes quickly. "This lovely femme is the Alphess here, do not dare get on her bad side." Belial was amused by the entire display before him, proud as well; yet, he kept a dominant stance with grave seriousness within his words. He wanted their to be no temptation to irritate him, all should know is his total control over this small section of land. The brute took a gentle inhale, relishing in everything that the heavens above had brought him. His gaze lightly played among these few wolves, wondering who would be the first to speak to him, if Ferus was really beginning today.

OoC| Forgive me for any typos and stuff like that, and thank you guys for being patient with me. And I overlooked Cailo's post since Scout has quit recently.

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Timber stared up with wide pleading eyes at the big brute, almost as if his life was in his paws. He didn’t care how pathetic he might look to anyone watching; the most important thing was to find his angelica and get a sniff of that sweet heady scent. He nodded eagerly at Belial’s question as soon as the words left the alpha’s mouth. “Yes, yes, that’s exactly it. It’s so wonderful… but yes, I can, I can be of use to you. I, um, I…” struggling to find something truthful to tell the large male, he decided instead to answer the second part of the alpha’s inquiry – the first part hadn’t been worded as a question, so there was no need to answer it. “My name’s Tim-Tim-Timber, lord alpha.” Although the scruffy arabian was somewhat scatter-brained, he knew enough to hold his head and tail ducked during the conversation in deference to the much more dominant male. He had no intention to challenge the new alpha’s position – he wasn’t hungry for power at all, and the only thing he was really interested in was the flower he had become addicted to. He would do almost anything for his angelica.

But as another wolf appeared on the scene and the alpha’s attention was distracted from him, Timber’s brow furrowed with worry and his ears drooped. He did, however, brighten up at being included in Belial’s speech – maybe the big male was going to help him after all. His short skinny tail gave a wag at that thought, and, telling himself that the alpha would show him where the island’s angelica supply was after the meeting, he settled down to wait as patiently as he could while everyone was introduced. While he waited, his tail swished along the dusty ground behind him, more out of nothing better to do than happiness or excitement. He just could not stay still, no matter how hard he tried, and if the others didn’t want a hyperactive fluffball bouncing around them (which he wisely assumed they didn’t) his energy had to be released through some other means.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vol-Volk, and you too miss alphessss” His future packmates didn't seem so bad, and he was pretty sure they could at the very least put up with each other. In fact, the white female was rather... enticing, Timber thought, but no, she appeared to be off limits, judging by Belial’s protective actions. Obediently he nodded at the subtle command to stay away from the alpha's woman, and was soon no longer interested. He already treated the alpha’s word as divine law, and there was no way he was going to challenge such a large magnificent brute.

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Volk listened as the brute spoke. He sounded like one who knew how to command, and he was encouraged by that. He spoke briefly to the one called Timber, and introduced the Alphess. She was pretty, and he recognized the protectiveness that the male exhibited toward her in their presence. Obviously, she was to receive their respect and protection. Volk briefly bowed his head to her before turning his attention to Belial. The pounding in his head continued, but he concentrated as best he could to focus on the events at hand.

“Alpha Belial,” Volk said to begin. “I was the son of an alpha before I washed ashore. I can fight and hunt, as well as any.” He approached the brute, but was careful to keep himself lower, and his head bowed. “I am willing to serve you and the pack in any capacity you deem most appropriate.”

From the corner of his eye he watched Timber. The other male seemed very excitable. While potentially annoying, years of caring for his brother, Cailo, had made him very accepting of ‘odd’ behavior. He was just curious why he was the way he was. He was not sure what the other male could contribute, but was sure there would be something he could do. It made him wander what would become of Cailo if he were to join this pack.

He quieted the thoughts that ran around in his mind as he waited to see what Belial would decide to do with him. He wanted to be part of a pack again, hopefully one that would not try to betray him. That was a path he did not want to visit again. As he waited, he listened to the pound of the falling water and the insects making their music in the trees and underbrush. The sounds were only aggravated the pounding in his head. “I only wish to serve you, the Alphess, and the pack.”

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These wolves all seemed... different. She did not know what it was about them, but the others made Ahri incredibly uncomfortable. She knew that Belial would protect her; after all, everything he did was for her safety, but she could not bring herself to trust these strangers. What was Belial thinking, wanting to make his own pack and lead these strangers? What if they hurt her and the puppies? A quiet whine slipped from the white female's muzzle as she licked at her stretching sides. He was insane to bring strangers around their babies. Ahri was secretly terrified by the idea of being a mother; what if they turned out like her? She had also seen the strange looks in her mate's eyes when he got into one of "those moments." What if he decided to take things out on their babies? Everything frightened the alphess right now, and she was in no position to be under such intense stress.

It was strange enough that Belial wanted her around in the first place. She was pretty much nothing but a sweet face. And yet, here he was referring to her as the alphess. And not only that, but these other wolves seemed to, in some way or another, accept Belial's words. Ahri was fascinated by the entire process. One moment she had been making the acquaintance of a strange, gigantic wolf in a cave, and the next he had taken her as his mate and was referring to her as the alphess. She was thrown for a loop. "Greetings, brutes," she said softly, though there was no force behind her words like her mate's. He would always be the dominant one. She was simply there because, for some reason, the alpha male took some liking to her. She did not know how to be an alphess, and she did not know how to be a mother. And yet, the one inside her that knew how to be both seemed to have become reclusive. It was strange that Uruviel did not rear her head at all. Instead, she was quietly and patiently waiting inside Ahri with no signs of approach. It was the longest Ahri had ever gone with remembering everything around her, and part of her wished Uruviel would just step in for a little while to give her some reprieve.

But alas, Ahri saw what happened the last time Uruviel decided to poke her head out. Somehow, Belial saw Uruviel for what she really was and tried to punish Ahri for her appearance. She never got the chance to explain to him that she honestly had no control over when Uruviel appeared. The little white female was somewhat scared of what would happen when the angry alphess inside her decided to rear her head once more. Last time had been bad, but what was to stop it from turning even uglier? Now she was with pups, and Ahri would do everything in her power to avoid them being harmed. Belial was much more doting on her, but that did not mean she did not fear him still. However, she never let that show; instead, she kept her either incredibly happy or her shy face on. He could never really know or understand her feelings. If he did, then Ahri would fear for her life...

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Tags: belial, @jaytimber, @volk, & @cailo