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Post by osiris on Dec 6, 2009 1:31:16 GMT -5
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Osiris’s sharp eyes watched carefully as new wolves were given ranks, repeating their names in his head several times over in the hopes that he could later remember them. The first rank that was announced cause a bit of a stir, at least where Osiris was concerned. He watched Cypress react in an angry way towards the newly crowned advisor and looked between the female he had come to trust to another that he barely knew. Right away he felt himself side with his fellow Yagi and his ears pulled back a little behind his great horns.
His fish were placed upon Cypress’s and his eyes wandered towards them, grimacing at the mess that the advisor had made. Yes, he too would be rather pissed about such a thing happening and right in front of many fellow pack members and the pack leader. Osiris was surprised that a fight didn’t break out right then and there, for in his old pack that act alone was enough to stir up a ruckus until a higher up stopped them. It was probably a tribute to Cypress’s self strength that she didn’t attack the other female.
As the meeting went on and both Cypress and Osiris settled next to each other Os felt oddly on-the-spot as he noticed pack wolves glancing at him every now and then. Thankfully, the handing out of ranks was enough of a distraction that he soon melted into the background until his own rank was given at the end, almost as if it was an afterthought.
Hunter? Though he knew he was just as good in hunting as the next wolf he had never fancied himself as a hunter for a career. Warrior had always been a goal of his. Fighting had always given him a rush that could hardly be matched.
Except, perhaps, for that little smile that Cypress gave him. He felt his lips betray him as a smile that he had not told them to do twisted his muzzle and he glanced back at the empress. His head nodded once in acceptance and his own tail started to twitch.
Hunter… It couldn’t be that bad. Hunting was a rush, too. Thrill of the chase almost as fun as the thrill of the kill, though somehow not as fun as the thrill of working with certain other wolves… And they wouldn’t always go for fish, he knew. As winter set in bigger game would be hunted down and that was guaranteed to get his heart pumping and his horns thrashing.
No, hunter wasn’t that bad after all.
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Post by trekke on Dec 6, 2009 4:21:07 GMT -5
ooc: Forestia, Sabire's not at the meeting any more. Lol. Modify your post, please?
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Post by eastern on Dec 6, 2009 11:26:18 GMT -5
Viking was annoyed with all the commotion over the vain little Cael had caused. He wanted to see his fellow Yagi snap her little neck, but she didn’t. If it had been Viking, the Cael would be in three pieces by now. He saw the female Yagi look him over, and couldn’t help bit stand taller as she walked away.
Viking let a small smile curl around his mouth. He had to hand it to Sheba; she knew her pack member’s strengths, though he would have never wasted Yagi on a hunting party. But she had done right by him and placed him as a soldier, though it couldn’t have been a hard decision.
The commander, his commander was a female lupus. He didn’t so much care about the female part, there were many honorable females, but a lupus. He shuddered inwardly, and watched as she slipped away. What had been her name? Forestia. He lumbered after her, wanting to meet her, so he could know who was supposedly going to lead him. He wanted to make friends, and play nice so he could find out her weaknesses, her fighting style, and most importantly, if she was loyal to the Empress.
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Post by branded on Dec 7, 2009 17:23:10 GMT -5
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As soon as Sabire had set foot on the platform, she made a beeline straight for the hunched form of the Empress. Her silver eyes burned white hot and her comely face glowed with renewed determination. She had braved the cliff with only her claws as tools, had fought down the dizzying vertigo that the heights inspired in her, and had emerged triumphant once again. There was nothing she could not do.
A sly smile edged its way across her face, twisting her lips. She stopped by the Captain, and loathing every minute of it, sat down beside her, if not a hair’s breadth closer towards the Empress. Even if it was by an insignificant length, she would take any and all measures possible to assert her dominance over the Yagi and the other high-ranking officials. She shifted her weight to her right leg and peered across her neighbor’s paw to admire herself in a small pool of water.
She was clean again; her fur was sleek, but damp with snow. It would dry soon. Her reflection grinned up at her, lifting her upper lip just enough to unveil a row of pearly white fangs—a saccharine expression of underlying menace. She was ready. She cleared her throat,
“Ehem.” A dainty cough. “I would like the undivided attention of all gathered here despite this frightful weather! I have news!”
She paused to gaze down upon the crowd of unfamiliar faces, to see if she had any visible effect on them. Blank stares met her menacing smile.
“It is my duty, as the Advisor of this glorious pack, to inform you of a missing Cael. She was last seen at the lake.” She turned to Bathsheba, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Her name is Kelka! Empress, have you seen her?” She was talking loud enough for the whole assembly to hear, just as she wanted, just as she had planned.
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Post by Bathsheba on Dec 9, 2009 21:39:07 GMT -5
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Empress Bathsheba let out a miserable groan. Kelka. If only that name wasn’t mentioned because now Sheba had to remember something that she wished she had forgotten. “Give me a minute. I remember her well… a female wolf of the Hunt, but then… she was giving a proper rank of Entertainer.” The Empress nodded her great head gravely; her heavy horn sliced the air dangerously.
“Undivided attention aside, we must seek to find this Kelka. Then again, she may have left our pack because she did not wish to belong to us.”
Sheba nuzzled her Anthony. That scene of her pushing Kelka under the ice and trapping her in that prison played over and over until she just forgot it. And then, the only thing she thought of Kelka was that this female really did leave the pack because the pack wasn’t to her liking. Sheba could convince herself of such because in a war, a wolf must convince oneself to truly kill another without qualms. And so, with that skill, inherited by her time as a Commander, she became the most ruthless wolf of all—the mentally innocent. Clean washed in her mind though her paws were stained in blood.
She was Sheba and she would be the caring leader of them all. “However, if she does return, I hope it’s before the next early Summer-when the day of the Pack rules supreme. A new festival, my pack. And we shall all benefit from celebration!” Sheba’s powerful voice pushed the issue of Kelka under the rug.
Sheba was innocent now. At least in her definition.
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Post by branded on Dec 10, 2009 15:28:48 GMT -5
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She blinked, and felt her jaw unhinge. It slid for a moment, then fell slack. Why had the Empress brushed aside her glorious news? Her eyes flashed indignantly, practically flaming with unsuppressed rage and distress. Her plan--her beautifully laid out plan--had been crumpled up and tossed away like a leaf in the wind. Just like that, the Empress pressed upon the pack the thought of a festival, of celebration, and donned the role of doting mother. Just like that, she had been swept to the side. It wasn't fair.
Sabire puffed up, drawing herself to her full height, which, on such long legs, was almost enough to rival that of the Empress. Side by side the two she-wolves stood, one Empress and one Advisor.
"Bathsheba." She addressed her superior, but omitted the title. "You must realize that Kelka's disappearance cannot possibly be the case of a runaway. I saw footprints, huge footprints, leading across the tundra and disappearing into nothingness." She widened her eyes to the size of dinner plates, well-rehearsed shock displayed on her face. She did not mention the possibility of the latest snowfall having erased the tracks. "Now, I have reason to believe that she was either caught unawares by a predatory creature, or was abducted! With the most ill intentions in mind!" She shuddered to demonstrate her horror to the wolves below. "Kidnapped!" She wrung her paws and wailed.
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Post by holly on Dec 10, 2009 17:08:36 GMT -5
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Lissome on the other hand grinned broadly when she heard Batsheba say 'noble' huntress, and her focus hadn't lapsed since. So of course she was paying very close attention when the new wolf, a Cael by the smell of her, inquired of the empress where a missing wolf was.
Lissome nodded, it was only honorable to bring up the absence of a fellow pack member. Batsheba however, seemed unperturbed and that was enough for Lissome. Yet the Cael, Sabire, wouldn't drop it. This angered Lissome. Sheba was the alpha, she must be respected. "Can you believe that wolf?" Lissome hissed at Lilt. Lilt shook her head slightly, as if she was shaking off a fly. Lissome sighed, she was going to say something. "Excuse me...Sabire, but the Empress seems undisturbed, perhaps you should follow suit." There was a steely glare in Lissome's dark eyes.
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Post by Bathsheba on Dec 21, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=background,http://i37.tinypic.com/p60eo.png] Sheba gave a monstrous growl as Sabire threw her thoughts around like litter. The huge Empress looked embossed against the sky as she stood high and tall, her menacing face was full of an unspeakable glory. Her burning eyes looked upon the advisor. “Be strong lest I take you down from your respectable position… pup… And if you feel the desire to not grow up and think for the sake of the pack and not for some offending brown-nosing on your part, then you will find yourself unwelcome in my pack. I expect all my wolves to be respectable—and it matters little about your position, if you disrespect me and my pack, you are an enemy to the empire.” Sheba flicked her bob-tail.
“Let’s not set the pack into a panic. This is something that we are all aware of. And besides. It seems more true to Kelka’s nature that she just up and left us without a word.” Sheba shook her head. The rest of the pack seemed to be on their leader’s side. Just as they should be. However, it was making her dizzyingly angry that at every turn, Sabire was proving to the pack how wrong of a choice she was for Advisor. The pack couldn’t see what the Empress saw that afternoon.
And if it was all chance… that Sabire shone like a glorious sapphire that evening and proved herself. It would break Sheba’s heart to know that her whimsical decision was all in poor sport.
Sheba growled, “Pack, we must continue with the proceedings. All these things will be spoken of in due time when the mysteries are further tested and… the answers discovered. Perhaps a new Festival shall be created before our pack’s birthday. If so, then I shall announce it at that date.” She sagged where she stood before calling the meeting to a close and wearily returned to her den with Anthony. A sob was in her heart, but she dare not let it out.
Frustration brought any wolf to the breaking point. And to a wolf already leaning over that wretched edge?
It only brought insanity.
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