[| Genesis: MB

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Akira said nothing to him. No surprise there. He watched with passive eyes as Akira laid the beauty beside him in charge of the hellions before them, who were now here to play. It was at this moment now that Julien became interested in what was going on - strange how such small things caught his attention to begin with - as he watched the exchanged gazes of Zaiku and Winter... Yet, he did not stand bolder or taller, as if to compete, but instead relaxed as a spectator with watchful eyes. The conversation was between them, and the question became: Who wanted who? Who baited who? He glanced at Stark with a smirk. Everyone could see the game that was about to unfold. Heavy sex lingered in the air and every male wanted a taste of it.

And then, Winter began to prance around, lifting her tail in the air for all to see and smell. Of course, he was most prone to these sort of things and he felt himself tighten, but his eyes remained locked on Zaiku, silent and curious. The bru had a funny way of talking, not much different than he, but he was also much more masculine, with a hard jaw and broad shoulders laced with muscle. He could see why women would be attracted to him. But it was Winter who then pressed herself against him, her warmth yearning to envelop his. A perverse thought occurred to him: he could take her right here, right now, in front of them all.

Thus, the limber hessian snatched her as he would when making a kill, thirsty and harsh, talons digging into her skin and wrapping around her tight. He pressed his weight upon her, leaning forward so that his teeth clipped her ear. However, he did not enter - no, not yet, it was much too early - though he found the beast inside him begging to split her loins apart, her entire, spicy scent washing over his body. He let the growl he held in rumble up his chest, through his throat, and past his lips, measured and steady, but not to be taken lightly. He kept his eyes locked with Zaiku's, though, ready to leap over Winter's body if the bru, or any of the others, tried to take her from him. None of them knew of what powerful darkness there was when it came to moments like these.

While it looked like he had begun the courtship, again, he did not enter. When the growl passed his lips he leaned into Winter's ear. "I will only end your torment when your body is bound to the ground and you're begging me to fuck you," he whispered. "Which is for another time. For now, play with this tool. Make him dance. Let's see if he knows the game."

He would not release her until she responded.

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Hades sneered as the femme teared in his skin, but to his suprise, she let loose her hold on his scruff. As she propelled herself away from him, he stared at her, slightly confused. Wasn't she trying to kill him? Or had she just tried to make a point? Either way, he couldn't end this fight leaving her unmarked, and his pride demanded blood for the soon to be scar in his neck. "You're not going to get out of this that easy." He growled at her. Then he charged at her, unleashing a part of his pent-up fury that had build up during his long wait. His intent was to grab her at her neck as she had did with him, only he would not let loose so easily. He also made sure he didn't slip this time

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:59 pm

Akira knew they would follow, knew they would obey. Such was the power of her spoken word, words the filled the laws of this land. Her white coat was speckled with shadow as she sauntered through the woods, the suns rays desperate to reach the inner sanctum. But there was no light were they were going. Even from the first Akira had sensed something other about these wolves, something she sensed in her son who trailed in her wake. No as she led the way her mind was wheeling with the words of these foreign wolves. Eternal life in the wake of a few sacrifices. Surely it was not easy as all that. Surely they think of me as a pawn. Already she was mapping out scenarios in which she would seize this power for herself. If this surely was something that was being offered. Akira had been mistress to the dark far too long to dismiss possibilities of this sort. She had seen things with her own eyes that most only dreamed of. A burning in her gut became an overwhelming desire no, need to possess this knowledge that these wolves had. She didn't like working with others and perhaps she could dispose of them sooner than later...

Her thoughts turned when she moved into a wall of brambles and thickets, the pass wildly overgrown with old dead vines but Akira deftly maneuvered herself through onto the other side where the suns reach grew even weaker. Dark things needed to be spoken of in dark places, secret places. There was a stone edifice, though with the same dead vines growing over it one could hardly tell."In here boys" And she then entered another space through the vines where the party would find themselves in a dark alcove. The air was thick and damp, the floor was soft covered in who knows how many types of moss.

Odin watched his mother enter the secret place which few knew of. It wasn't a matter of complete secrecy just a matter of finding it. Before stepping forward he looked back towards the two elder brus and smiled, though it was a distinctively unfriendly smile. "Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to the fly." He chuckled and turned back toward the entrance where he left them to venture forth. His mother was there facing him, her gleaming amber eyes the only thing really discernable in the darkness. He could hear a rhythmic pitter patter of water some ways off. His skin felt instantly chilled, the hairs along his legs standing on edge but he did not show his discomfort. It did little good to anybody in this pack to show any sort of weakness. Sighing, but not too loudly he reclined on his haunches shooting a glance over at Akira wondering why she had brought them to this place of all places. He wondered if what they said about Fenrir was true but he had to be honest with himself, did he truly wonder it. After all it is hard to wonder when he could see the truth.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Wed Apr 23, 2014 5:40 pm

Tension. Oh, oh, so much tension. Ana's heavy-lidded eyes went from Winter to Zai, from Zai to Julien, from Julien to Winter. She could imagine the trio of them going mad with sex in her mind, making her own tingle, but the old whore had had enough mischief for the day. For once, she would be the voyeur, should anything happen as the smaller male wolf wrapped himself around the larger female. She inhaled; she liked the smell of him, moist and cold, like the lingering mist above a frozen lake, or like a cool rain in the midst of the night forest. He would make for a very mysterious partner indeed. Her eyes shifted over to Zai once more; she smirked. She could still taste him, and of course she took pride in that. She would gladly participate in such events again. Then, she returned her gaze to Winter, who could hardly be called that with the fierceness of her overwhelming heat tarnishing the air. Ana couldn't help but wonder how she tasted as well, licking her wrinkled black lips with desire. It wouldn't have been the first time she had the pleasure of female company, but of course, Winter would show no interest in her.

There was, however, another female other than herself and Winter in their presence. She found the Queen's daughter, a youth with harsh blue eyes, watching all of this with pursed lips. Ana now turned her full attention to her, disinterested in the potential threesome. She perked an aged, incredulous brow. "How old are you, ingénue?" Ana asked Dae with genuine, curious interest. She reclined on her haunches, to display that all she wanted was conversation... for now...

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sun May 11, 2014 10:33 pm

The jet black fae waited, a wildly tempting look held in her icy blue orbs and a grin plastered to her mug. Who would be the first to make a move? Without warning, she suddenly felt Julien's weight on her back, his mitts wrapped around her and talons digging into her sides. His breath tickled her ear as the deep rumbling growl left his throat. The brute's body warmth enveloped her, setting her loins burning with desire as he leaned in closer. She drew a sharp breath, then clenched her jaw. A cold fury was also building within - how dare he put on such a display of dominance in front of everyone? She would not show herself as a weak femora to be taken so easily, despite how badly she wanted it. His rumbling voice cut the silence, his lips lightly brushing her ears as he spoke. It seemed this male knew how to cause her conflict, yet he still had a lot to learn about her. She tilted her head back, muzzle brushing the side of his face, her body pressing ever closer to his. "We'll see who is begging who when I drag you into the shadows by your scruff and have you forced to the ground," she murred, her tone smooth yet dripping with venom, a twisted smirk upon her black velvet lips. Her words were deceptive, did she offer a promise or a threat? She would humor these males in the game, an entertaining play on words and hormones that would lead to the fulfillment of instinctive desires. Despite how she desired the brute that held her tight, she was still curious to see the actions of the larger drake - how would he handle such a scenario? Clearly he knew that he pursued her not without competition.

Now growing weary of being held, Winter struggled free from his grip, claws tearing down her sides. Her wild nature came forth as she whipped around to face Julien, tassel striking the air. There was a malicious glint in her eyes as she stared at him. She was still undecided on which brute to take, but one thing was for sure, it was she who would take them, not the other way around. She was still curious to see which one would be more fun to play with. Her glare shifted then, landing back on the other drake, who had remained silent thus far. She paced away from Julien, passing by Zaiaku, her eyes briefly gazed over Ehrgeiz. He appeared young and vital, yet his expression was wretched and melancholy, showing no interest in the activities going on around him as his singular orb stared at the ground. She received not so much as a flick of an ear as she moved past him, but at least he wasn't causing trouble. She glanced over upon Stark, wondering if her packmate was driven by the pheromones wreaking havoc on the air around them. She noticed the Queen's daughter approached by the nasty old hag who had invaded their terra with the others, and narrowed her eyes as she watched for just a moment to see that there was no foul play involved in that interaction - she cared not if Dae would wish to do away with the femora, in fact that would please her. Seeing that all was still well, her attention focused back onto her current interests, wondering how things were going to play out.

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Vengeance let a bark of laughter escape her throat as the brute insisted on continuing this skirmish, clearly not pleased to have had a mark laid upon him without contributing his fangs to her hide. He rushed her again, this time he was sure-footed and his aim was true. The young fae tried to make a dodge and leap for his side, but inexperience left room for errors and she misjudged her movements. His jaws had met with a thick portion of her scruff, thick clumps of fur and skin between his teeth. She growled as she felt the pain of pressure and gnashing teeth, but it drove her to fight harder. Her forepaws lashed out, hind legs grounded sturdily as she reached for anything that she could get with her talons.

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Thanos followed eagerly, though his legs would not carry him faster than they could. He ambled along as best he could, watching Akira's massive frame move effortlessly across the mountain terra. She clearly knew every rise and every drop by memory, no hesitation in her movement even though her mind seemed occupied. The ancient bru glanced every now and again to Svad, trying to gauge how the decrepit wolf fared, but he seemed always the same - his body on the verge of death, his mind filled with phantoms, but never losing his will. After what seemed like an endless trek, Akira led them into thick, thorny growth through a barely noticeable path. Thanos paused near the entrance to the stoney cave, smirking as he heard Odin's words. It caused his hackles to rise and a chill to run down his spine, but it was a thrill he thoroughly enjoyed for he grew bored with eternal life that saw no dangers. Now he would share a small space with vicious and unpredictable wolves, whose greed may cause them to dispose of the ancients should they discover all of the secrets to gaining Fenrir's favor. He glanced one more time back to Svad before padding into the darkness..

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Thu Jun 12, 2014 12:49 pm

The ancients gaze closed, soaking in thoughts that belonged to no purity. Scripture, tales of war and legends of death, filled his mind with memories. Oh! How painful they were too, wreaked with the blood of innocence. One did what was necessary, when it came to the lives of those close and ones one soul. This meant many deaths, and the old man's vision swam with red. Now, they would do it once more, replenish their souls and offer gifts. The wolves of Fire and Ice would not know what was to come, and only these fools knew a little. Svadilfari's emerald gaze lifted finally, only to see the three forms ahead of him, all moving to a private place. His brother, the youthful one amongst them all, though that meant little, the Queen of the mountains, and soon to be all the land, should she come into her own. These were formidable creatures already, bred into a world that would not, could not, accept the weak. He had seen many wars with Thanos, at a time when they both held youth Svad himself had torn the throats of those who would disagree. The time changed, however, where Svadilfari's vessel would not be able to wield strength. The hessian's frame had diminished when the Arts had been introduced, the drake dedicated his being to the mind then, and the physical form was something merely to carry him to and fro.

What a time it had been, to be youthful and capable of anything. Blood came so easily then, with sharp ivories and even sharper reflexes, age was a daunting task. He could see the same distress of it in the Queen, even if she would deny such suggestions with a quick death. The mind wanders, too often to places it cannot return. This, this was the secret, to be able to hold onto the mind, the ancient had seen many horrors, and felt the natural decline of his mind, but the practices and arts kept him sharp. Even now, as his gaze lifted over Odin, the drake could feel the energy returning. It would be good to be whole again, his mind was intact but the crippling bones were no lie. Death is inevitable, no matter which where one tries the darkness will settle eventually. It was not time seven years ago, and it would not be time for another seven if these lands held the promise they needed. There were youths in the mountain, and they had come at a perfect time for other women of the land to have given more offerings. Yes, it would be a grand old time.

Zaiaku held a perpetual smirk, the trademark joker smile. He watched in silence, as the wench pranced around, parading her scent to the men around her like a whore. It was a wonder none had spilt blood yet, though that seemed likely enough now. The drake narrowed his hues, catching the little mannerism about the two other dancers. He had spied the two wolves early upon arrival, separate from one another but by little space. It hadn't been difficult to pick out the unrequited love, the other hessian didn't have to say anything, Zai could see the weakness. And as for Winter herself, the jester had more than a few ideas. She had said everything on her features, even prior to her lurid prance about. These puppets thought themselves the masters, but it wasn't so, and now the joker had more sinister plans for the duo. What would be a little blood now and then, he hadn't had the taste in a long enough time. Zaiaku was brought back to reality by the aggressive attack on Winter, his sapphire orbs locking with Julien. Zai chuckled lightly, hearing upon the wind the games of lovers, as though he were some toy to play with.

The joker watched as Winter tore herself away from the bruja, still wanting to make it difficult for all parties. Zai barked lightly when the fae turned herself to him, as if calling to her. If she wanted a game she could have one, the midnight hessian was all for games. This woman thought she could dominate, but the jester could see she desired nothing more than to be dominated. It was a matter of timing, something his fellow hessian didn't have. Sapphire hues followed the fae as she wandered away, carrying with her all the desire. "Does it irk you, drake..." Zaiaku turned his gaze to Julien now. "She desires something stronger than you can give, the love you feel for her means nothing." He lifted his stance a little, the smirk etched across his maw. Zaiaku lifted a mitt and shifted closer to the woman, looking Winter over with a hungry gaze. "Lets dispense with lyrics, if its blood before lust you want, then fight me and we'll see who comes out on top." Zaiaku smirked invitingly, but it held a dark promise. Sure, he could fight the boy off to the side there, or fight Winter till he had her pinned down. The thought burned in him something deep, and he had half a mind to attack her now just to get started.

Svadilfari returned the gaze watched the Queen slip away into bramble, not shortly followed by her spawn. The boy would grow to be a powerful hessian, and what a place these lands would become. The ancient hessian was now fuelled with a greater quest, one that would truly bring peace to mind. It had been a long time since he could recall a transfusion, only one story had been told about it. A fairy tale for the children, of a bruja so powerful he took the form of another, younger, hessian. It was one thing to bring youth to old bones, it was something entirely different to take another's form. Svad smirked at the young hessian's words, and the brief tingle it brought to his brother, he watched each disappear behind the curtain before taking a breath. The cool air was enough to bring shivers to his bones, but the drake remained strong, whatever that meant for the decrepit. His emerald gaze lifted around the surrounding area, a perfectly dark and dead space. It only missed blood now, though that would come soon.

The ancient bruja slipped into the alcove with the others, only hues and light shadowy figures danced about. The hessian wasted no time, his hues closed, Svad began tracing patterns into the terra at the centre of them all. Runes, and etches of figures met with what could be mistaken for words. Whatever little light that filtered into the space lit the writings faintly, and the drake continued to draw more with his talons, tracing shapes near and eventually around each one of them. It ended with a circle surrounding the centre drawings, the circle itself having four circles, each one smaller and only in front of each wolf present. It made things difficult to not have their sister around, the runes were more powerful with the three of them. Though, he could feel some draw from Odin, as he had before, thus the youth would substitute as Anastasiya. "Know that, outside of here, you must not speak of it." Svadilfari spoke curtly, his voice only strained by a little wheeze. The lyrics were not for fun either, what the two were to see could not be shared by the others.

There would be enough darkness for all to see soon enough, but the ritual beginning was not for all. "You have questions." It wasn't one itself, the drake could tell the woman wanted answers. "But first, each must draw a blood drop, place it in the centre of your circle." Svad lifted a paw and bit it lightly, waving that mitt above the small circle before him a drop of dark liquid dropped into the circle. "There will be much to do, so ask now for at a point I will not be able to answer." The old drake spoke with eloquence now, and in the darkness he appeared to sit tall.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Thu Jun 12, 2014 2:24 pm

Julien hummed in his throat, pleased at the thought of her pinning him down into the dirt in favor of something far more vicious and carnal. His talons dug into her skin and she ripped away from him and his sex, but he did not chase. He would follow from the distance behind and in the shadows, but never chase. He balked at the thought. He was not some boyish pup chasing after young love. No, this was perhaps the furthest thing from it. He smirked when she tore away from him and rounded on him, his blue eyes bemused by her anger, her indecision with this other brute standing by. It only lasted a few seconds longer than it should have, when she turned and surveyed the other wolves, her duties coming first. Of course.

The pitch drake opposite of them finally spoke. Julien raised a brow, his amusement taken further, and at first he scoffed. And then he chuckled. And then he full-out laughed, tickled by this hessian's comment. "Love?" he sneered, shaking his head. "It's a good thing that's not what I'm offering her, then." He approached a few steps, relaxed, ignoring the tension in the air. He chose to do so. It was not because he was brave or even confident of his skills, but curious. "Now, I guess the question is..." he said slowly, glancing from Winter again, to the young wolf, to Dae and the old whore, and then back to the man before him. "Why is everyone here so... pissed off? So what if you spilled your seed behind the bushes. Who gives a shit? We all do it. I've done it. I guess you could say that I... I just want to know what you want." He paused, and then rolled his eyes. "Besides the bitch."

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Jun 14, 2014 4:14 am

+Winter+

~When you begged to know, I was glad to show that I needn't be scared, either way I still bite~

Her icy glare held steady, still as frozen water, as she sat back to watch the two males interact. Tassel wrapped tightly around her mitts, her small black ears pricked forward. She could barely make out the words exchanged, but she heard the word love tossed around more than once. One ear flicked, curious as to what sort of conversation was going on. What a peculiar thing to speak of at a time like this, she thought, amused. Surely neither of them was going to make some sort of crazy heartfelt confession. She hoped not, lest she die laughing before she spilled any blood or rid herself of the primal ache deep within. Their interaction was brief, somewhat passive aggressive - neither wished to waste time nor energy cutting into each other. They merely wanted the prize. The jet black witch slowly tilted her head to the side, a brow raised in their direction. Zaiaku's attention had moved from taunting the other, to her now. He had his eye on the ball, bold and aggressive, while Julien took on the more intellectual route, attempting to distract the bru from his goal. Though Julien had made quite the move already, he held back now, persistent yet at the same time aloof, an interesting tactic.

As Zaiaku made a movement toward her, a mere pad-fall, she rose to all fours, claws digging into the ground. Finally, an interesting offer had been made. Head lowered, her intense glare was fixed upon Zaiaku. She could see the muscle that rippled below his pelt, his ocean hues ever alluring. He was bold indeed, offering a challenge with a promise attached. So he wanted to see who would come out on top... the thought intrigued her, setting a grin upon her jet black maw, pearly canines showing beneath her lips. She could see it in his body, that he was ready to strike, and a wild fire lit in her orbs. "Don't expect any child's play from me," she murmured with a dangerous undertone. Zaiaku's assertive stance roused many feelings within her, driving her mad. She glanced quickly to Julien, with a mere flick of her eyes, wondering what he would do next. Then her orbs fixed back to the midnight drake, a low growl rumbling in her throat. She could give him violence, she could give him whatever he desired, but what would she be willing to give him if he didn't meet her standards? Licking her chops, she stepped toward him, fangs exposed, muscles coiled and ready to lunge...

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Jun 14, 2014 1:22 pm

Now here was the entertainment, and woman who wanted to fight back. The joker was fuelled now, and his smirked turned darker. He would have this wench, whether she wished it or not, the drake was sure of it. It would be done then, if only the boy would run along. Zaiaku flicked his own gaze over to Julien, sharing no care for his amusement, he seemed to be forgetting the whole reason they stood so near. Why was everyone angry? Why would the jester care, he was preoccupied with an intoxicating scent. He was doing his duty for the species, as natured intended, no? The hessian smirked, those were less important than just an insatiable appetite. This bitch was like any other, she was just one more to the list. Although, it seemed like she was of the few worth it. Zaiaku returned his sapphire pools to Winter, the devilish grin returning with a gleam in his hues. Just more words, more distractions, he had to end both of their torments now.

"Nothing you have to offer, hessian." Zai spoke to Julien whilst keeping his eyes on Winter, watching as her own flesh curled into muscle. This was going to be worth all the blood, he could taste her already. The joker fixed himself in a lunging stance, talons digging into the terra. It had been a while since he had so much adrenaline, most wolves weren't worth fighting, nor a breath but one had to try and reason with the simple. Here was a fight though! And it would be done in front of her pack mates, just as with Anastasiya. Zai refused to let more thoughts distract him, and he only stopped himself at Winter's words. The tone pulled his kissers back and sent a hidden shiver through his spine, this woman was completely prepared for what was about to happen. That was enough to drive the jester forward, his midnight frame, while large, sprinted the short distance between them. Zai made a quick step to the left, each paw gripping the terra hard, before lunging at Winter.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:01 am

+Endless Winter+

She was watching Zai carefully, noticing the subtle nuances of his desire. He was a willing participant in this game - if she could grin any wider, she would have. The events that were unfolding, the entire scenario, it was something much different than Winter had ever experienced before. She had never been pursued in such a manner, and it gave her quite the thrill. However, the prospect of bloodshed was even more powerful. She saw him take on a ready stance, poised to lunge, and her hackles rose in anticipation. The look upon his mug when she spoke kept her grinning, a glint of malice in her wild blue eyes. Then he came, his massive form driving forth and closing in on her quickly - she watched with shifting eyes, coiling her body so she might lunge. He deked to the left, before surging toward her. She would greet his approach with fury, ready to smite her challenger - she would show him the dangers of her femme fatale. Fear was not a part of her being.

Winter sprung forward to meet Zai. His heavy paws connected with her, fangs meeting with her shoulder, forcing her to dig her hind claws into the ground as she braced herself against the blow. The sound of bodies colliding, paws shuffling hastily and claws scraping rock was drowned by formidable snarls as she clashed with him. The hefty femora shoved into him, broad jaws snapping, seeking purchase in his neck. Her forepaws reached to grab 'round his neck, talons flexing as they tried to dig into the drake's hide. She would give this her all to ensure that she came out on top, for she was not one to give up a battle.

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Thanos saw that his brother wasted no time once he had entered the dwelling - his gangly old talons traced the familiar patterns into the silt. A sense of awe and terror washed over him as it always did when the rituals began. He could never understand how Svad would remember each detail required to successfully seek Fenrir's gifts, and he found it quite astounding that such things could be retained at all. The ancient wolf's entire demeanor changed now, and he no longer seemed so decrepit and frail. Instead, he appeared dignified and wise, his silhouette tall in the darkness, his tone impassioned as he instructed the rest. Thanos nodded as he watched Svad drop his blood into one of the circles, then he brought his paw to his teeth and quickly added his own blood into the circle. The power of this ritual never ceased to amaze him, and it was only at times like these where he felt he might connect with the ghostly world that Svad was always in tune with. Now he glanced around to the other two, wondering if they would also join in.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Aug 16, 2014 12:27 pm

He had come to the lands as any would, seeking a new land to lay waste to. A sharp tongue kept him from spilling his own blood, and releasing all the contents of another. He had barked orders of death, commanded genocide with a lyric, and stood covered in the remains of enemies. All before stumbling away to some forsaken land full of soft wolves, the whole pack in disarray. Here, he had found some blip of entertainment, vex of a woman, now only useful for producing sacrifices, and chaos of the worst kind. Leaderless would've been acceptable, one would simply then take the role. But to be led by a child, guided by a old whore who seemed half the demon her sister was, Zaiaku found himself exhausted. Of course, like all those who sought, what he wanted found him. A whisper of a drake, fitting to distinct an ambiance, come bearing gifts. The skepticism was strong, what could such a decrepit old man do for him? The rituals were enough of an example, oaths and visuals like nothing the hessian had experienced. All stemming from a mixture, concocted from some roots he had been sent to fetch.

It had been enough to jump on the bandwagon, after all, what else did he have to do? The joker found himself in the company of the insane, perfectly suited for everything he found comforting. He had satiated all cravings, from blood to seed, and here he was about to do the same. The brief time between the ground and the air was exhilarating, adrenalin surging through every vein made for an almost euphoric experience. Sapphires watched closely as she met with his attack, the ringing tune of guttural snarls drowned everything out. The first taste of blood filled his black mass with lust, red blinded him to the pain of her own tasting. The red gave way to clarity, and the demon pulled his weight down. Her grip was firm, his intent to toss her away. The blur of black fell quickly into a roll, all four pillars pulling back before springing forward to launch Winter away. Recovering, Zaiaku stood in a relaxed stance. Sapphires searching for his prize, the drake breathed in a rhythmic fashion.

He studied without intent, waiting for her next move. The joker smirked briefly, knowing that if this was just the fight, what would come after would be so much more. His lanterns shifted constantly, looking over her full frame as though she were prey. Zai shifted slightly, taking a few steps right. For a brief moment, he wondered about the other's around, but that drowned away when he licked his kissers, tasting her once more. This brought him a few steps closer, teasing her into attacking first. The joker even winked, enticing a devious smirk, he was getting pent up by it all and wanted nothing more than to ravage her, hell at a certain point he was certain he'd be fine to lose. Not that he would...

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Oct 04, 2014 1:28 am

Winter held fast as Zaiaku thrashed around, reveling in the taste of his blood, clamping down harder and digging in her claws. She cared not for the blood he spilled from her body. At last he moved his body downward, then thrust his weight back up. The force of his movement pried her jaws open, freeing himself from her grasp, and causing her to adjust her footing and gain balance. Paws steady on the ground, her head held low, a dark and menacing look stayed upon her face, icy orbs holding within them a violent blue fire. Talons gripped the earth, her glare fixed upon him, a predator watching her target. She moved when he did, mimicking his movements in reverse, circling around him as he studied her. Her eyes shifted for the briefest of seconds, looking just past Zaiaku to Julien, who now stood in the background. Then her gaze flicked back to Zaiaku, just as he stepped toward her, teasing her to attack, a devious wink and a smirk to remind her of this fight's purpose. She paused for a moment, waving her tail to allow her scent to permeate the air again. Then she stalked closer to Zai, shoulders rolling and hips swaying, her head always low, her body coiled and ready to strike like a cobra.

"Don't hold back.." she murred, eyes narrowing, "I expected more blood than this... I'm not on the ground yet, so you should fight a littler harder." She flicked her tail, before crouching low and leaping at him, forepaws extended to grab at him. He was a large male, and wasn't an easy adversary to take down like she normally would... but at least she could find pleasure in spilling his blood each time she sought his flesh with hungry jaws. And as a prospect for breeding, she couldn't say that she was trying as violently as she might otherwise, although digging into his flesh and tearing him apart didn't cause her to rethink her actions - instead it drove her on. Her teeth snapped repeatedly as she reached for his back, hoping to drive her daggers into him once more and taste the tangy, succulent flow that would meet her tongue.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Wed Oct 29, 2014 4:35 pm

Finally they were all assembled, the two ancient hessians taking up a seemingly preorchestrated stance. Though it was dark they were all creatures of the night here and it bothered none. Akira did not speak even when a faint luminescence began to seep into the cavern. Her eyes followed Svad's movements as he began trace faint lines in the floor. Akira had never dabbled in the dark arts, putting little credence in the them, but even she with her mundane power could feel the other that oozed from these shapes. Surely the real power was derived from another source and not some lines in the dirt. These two ancients were conduits but from whom did they draw from, were they truly at the source of Fenrir? When Svad indicated the need for secrecy Akira barely held back her snort. Who would she desire to share this power with? Hell she might kill her spawn just to decrease the rivals for power....if this was the real thing. He drew his own blood placed it in the circle, Akira could discern no difference between the circles but she was still wary.
Glancing at Odin he saw the question in his mothers eyes, she motioned with her snout and he frowned but did not protest. Rising up he stepped over eyeing the circles but his instincts told him nothing other than the sense of power and....magic that imbued the cave. Looking at the ancients again he frowned but he had no questions to put forth, they were already here werent they? Nipping his paw he copied the ritual and while he felt his blood race and his skin prickle it was all rather anticlimatic. Waiting a moment longer he shrugged and stepped back. Before sitting again he trained his clear blue eye on the two and spoke."Whatever happens here tonight let it be known neither I nor my mother will be trapped by your will." He wasn't sure where his confidence came from but something in his own heart spoke to him.
Akira seeing no harm come to her spawn and making no mention of his parting comment stepped forth and sniffed the circles careful not to ruin their integrity. Looking at Thanos and Svad in the dim light she nipped her own paw allowing her crimson to stain the earth. "Show me." She stated simply, she would have her answers in due time.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:33 am

The joker watched closely, finding a mirror in her steps that matched his own. This was a time for study, he wanted to see what would come next. The blood drawn meant little, a few flesh wounds, nothing that was concerning yet. He would draw more from her before mounting, it was simple to see that it would not be easy. The fae was a formidable opponent, and one of the few who sought pleasure through pain. Zaiaku had done this before, though those women had been much weaker, barely serving him a fight worth the end result. Still he had taken them, and still he would take Winter. Sapphires refrained from seeking any distraction, and he could only smirk more when her own hues wandered to Julien. Did she want him to fight them both? Hardly a fair fight, but the drake had the drive to ruin them both. Zai's whole body screamed of battle now, the fire in his loins pushed him further, and he would tear her apart in more than one way.

Winter's lyrics only brought that drive further, don't hold back, he couldn't wait for her lyrics to be repeated beneath him. Zaiaku stood still, watching her form coil, calculating the timing. This was when he moved forward, sapphires watching closely as she leapt at him, charging forward and lifting up to meet her lunge. The midnight form came from below, attempting to throw his weight at her. The advantage for her would be to gain a foothold on his form, but the joker refused and went to toss her back with a bruising shoulder toss. His advantage was a larger form, as useful as jowls and claws were if he could pin her down with weight, the rest would come later. His form crashed with her's again, and once more he felt the claws and jowls of her. Cathartically, he found pleasure in this. The momentum of both forces caused them to return to the terra, and Zaiaku brought his shoulder down to snap at her side with razor ivories. The contact of her own jaws tore at fur and flesh, and in return the drake went to do the same, only being lower his target was the under side of her pillars, attempting to tear into the tender flesh. She could be crippled for all he cared, it would make it simpler to tear her open from behind.

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The demon, for what else could they be called now, watched as each player offered their blood. The air about the enclosure seemed to grow colder, and the light a bit dimmer, and the Ancient grew a small smirk. He could feel the calling, as the blood drops began to soak into the terra. The darkness meant little, as creatures of the night and with what was to occur, they would all see clearly. His gaze lifted to Akira, not oblivious to her actions, even if lyrics did not pour forth the demon could read her body. Fenrir had chosen well, the woman was stronger than Svad had first thought, and her son was set to be even more so. The little one spoke now, and the decrepit hessian smirked again, hearing his concerns with little interest. These two were not fully aware of what was to occur, and if they had wished to share later, they would find a constraint made of pain. Though, Fenrir would be with them then, and the gnosis of him would cease any drive to share unless warranted. Svadilfari awaited patiently, seeing the small hesitation from the queen, and rightly so. This ritual would draw more blood, though it would be his own and the that of any the queen desired.

The last blood drop caused a light gust of wind to howl through the cave, and then in a moment it all went black, darkness impenetrable by the oculars of even these wolves. For a brief moment they all sat in pure darkness, one that he had not felt in a long time. Then a glow seemed to come from the runes, first from each of their sacrificial blood circles, and then from the very runes themselves. Red began to flow through all the circles, and Svadilfari released a light sigh. His emerald lanterns closed, and a deep breath was drawn in, one that did not come with a fit of coughing. The ancient opened his hues, which had now become a pearly milky white, and turned his gaze to Odin. "Child, you know more than you are aware now, learn from what you see out of the eye, for you have a paw in the world beyond this." Svad's voice became youthful, and filled with something, or perhaps someone, other than him. His gaze then turned to his brother, and a smile came to his maw. "It is good to see you again, Thanos." Svadilfari spoke with clarity, and with Thanos, as though he was visiting an old friend. "Akira of Muerta Mountains, what a place you have chosen. Cold and distant, made for only those who can handle the harshness of an unending winter." The white hues had finally settled on the Queen of the damned, and rather than a smile a dark smirk took over.

The ancient channel sat silently for a moment, breathing rhythmically, taking in the world of the cave around them. If these wolves paid attention, they would find an unnerving silence that seemed to take over the area. No dripping of water, no howling of wind or the rustle of life outside, just their breaths. A rolling of the shoulder caused the first sound, a cracking of bone, and then another. The old wolf began to crack several bones in his frame, sounding more and more like grinding stones. Crania tilted to either side, the drake snapped his neck from both sides. "Thanos." The snapping stopped and the milky gaze returned to the larger male. "He will come to me soon, you all will, know your travels will cease soon. Svad first, his sacrifices are great and this realm is not long for him." The demon spoke calmly, relishing in having a form once more. With the pleasantries done, and the beginning information shared, the pearl gaze returned to Akira. "Your spawn will be more powerful than you, if you let him age so." It seemed to be a warning, and the demon smirked again. "Odin, know you will not find it to trust any, including your own mother." The drake did not remove His gaze from the woman, He could see the darkness swirling around her. "However, together, as spawn and bearer, you can own these lands and more."

When power such as He wielded was given, most of the recipients saw others as competition. And He could see that both wolves, perhaps more so the queen, would easily kill to keep the power to themselves. The demon was around always, and the conduit, Svadilfari, had watched closely the actions of the fem. It was important to warn both of each other, until they were gifted they were a threat to each other. Love as not an appropriate term for the three Ancients, they were family but it was mutual respect. They had grown past the youthful ideas of sole power, and had grown to work with one another. Though, He had to come and tell them so, for in their youths it was certain one wished the other death. Even now, He could read the echoes of Svad's past and see the desire to cut Thanos and Ana's throats. "Now, questions, for once this begins I will leave." What would come next was important, and He knew they would want answers from their god, Fenrir.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Fri Nov 28, 2014 11:52 pm

The ebony femora saw the calculating look in his eyes before he leapt to meet her. He was not just a powerful brute, he was thoughtful too. So much to be desired. Hormones raged throughout her bodice, beckoning her to act upon them, engulfing her in a flame of greed and fury all the same. Still, she refused to be dominated, but it would be a difficult battle of wills with this drake, one she might not win if she didn't go for the kill. She was able to make brief contact with his flesh again, slashing him, before the force of his shoulder barreling into her caused her to roll onto the ground. She felt his teeth slash across her side as she toppled over. She shook her head as she hit the ground with a heavy thud - she had always been taught to never lose her footing, thus she was shocked to be on the ground, her paws no longer beneath her. This had never happened before. It intrigued and infuriated her, that he could be such a forceful opponent - everything about him seemed to make her feel this way.

Quickly the drake was at her again, striking for her stocky legs, on which she so greatly depended. Snarling, she was not going to let him do any damage. A forepaw swatted heavily at his maw, hoping to leave deep gashes upon his mug, her jaws snapping toward the side of his face, hoping to latch on and thrash him. How much longer could she keep this up, fending him off without killing him? He was a massive hessian of brute strength, with the know-how to think through a fight and come out the victor. Could she really give herself to this drake? Would she have a choice? All she could do was keep snapping at him, sparing herself a few moments longer.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Dec 20, 2014 9:20 am

The blood so sweet, melting like the snow in spring, coated and matted his obsidian frame. He could feel the gashes she had left upon his form, the dripping and oozing of the wounds. Feel them, and block out the sting. There was a prize to be had, and any distraction had to be omitted. Being a worthy and formidable foe, but not yet quick enough to miss his calculating lanterns. The brute force attack propelled him after Winter, watching with a mixture of emotions as she toppled over. Jowls reaching to tear into the tender flesh of her pillars only to be met with a sharp and searing pain, the demon felt her talons rake into his flesh like they would the earth. The crimson pooling out of his features now, blinding one sapphire, blinding him to her own jowls reaching out. The near perfect slashes upon his maw were now deepened by ivories digging in, staining the white pearls the sharpest crimson. The joker had been certain he had the fight, with his stature and force, however this fae was more than he had thought. Just as she felt the mix of intrigue and irritation, so did he. Zaiaku snarled and bucked against her bite, the wound was grievous and his attempt to pull away only made it worse.

The tear of flesh could be heard distinctly between them, it rang like a bell in his own auds. Numbing was the only way now, and it would take a lot of strength to do so. Zaiaku pulled away, catching his laboured breath but a few paw lengths from the wench. The demon smirked through the blood, his half closed sapphire blinking out the crimson liquid. It wasn't a good wound, that much he felt, but it wasn't going to kill him. He would take great pleasure in her destruction, an eye for an eye. "Come now-" Zai spat, leaving a painting on the terra. "-why fight it, imagine the cretins running around this place." The joker smirked once more, looking her over again. Zaiaku dipped his crania to the terra, digging briefly at the dirt before coating his maw in it. It would slow the bleeding, but already he could feel the loss of blood. Tasting of the earth and his own life source, the demon felt a deep mixture of fury and desire. He was buying time, staring her down with a snarl. The one good eye watching for her next move, the other a blur, Zai spat once more.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Fri Jan 02, 2015 7:49 pm

Ooc: I will be posting Akira and Odin soon, it always takes me a little more to write my Queenie, and this kind of scene deserves a good post, love it Warrior great post! >=D

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Mon Feb 02, 2015 12:55 am

+Winter+
~Cold hard bitch~

Each movement unfolded quickly, flesh tearing and blood spraying, staining the snow around them. The ice melted under each steaming, bright red droplet, only to freeze again as frigid mountain winds blew, locking the crimson life force into the landscape. Winter had struck him with sharp and ferocious intentions. The blood splattered across her face, stinging her eyes, yet left her with a satisfied feeling. She flipped onto her paws the moment she felt his weight shift from her body - through the red haze of blood she saw his dark figure standing motionless in stark contrast with the vivid white background. She shook her head, clearing her eyes, to look upon the damage done. Normally unbothered, in fact normally pleased with great damage done upon an opponent, she suddenly felt a little horrified - his handsome mug had been deeply scarred, and his eye was smothered in thick, dark red liquid. He then spoke, and her hackles lay flat - an amusing remark he left her with, yet she tried not to think of the outcome of this encounter. She glanced in Julien's direction, dismayed that he had remained silent, but it made her decision easier. She looked back to Zaiaku. He had fought without holding back on her, and the blood upon his maw dripped heavily down to the earth. He faced her now with an imposing snarl, waiting for her to make a move, but it was clear that he was feeling drained. Her adrenaline for battle was waning, too. Yet, their desires still burned strong, and she found herself staring for several moments before forming a response.

Winter slowly moved closer to Zaiaku, warily as she knew he might snap at any moment, her tail waving just below the level of her hips, the harshness gone from her movement. She looked over his wounds, then met his azure gaze - she wanted to reach out and press herself into him, to feel his blood drench her coat further, but she refrained. Tension was still thick in the air, and she knew bloodshed was a difficult thing to resist.. "Looks like you're hurting," she stated slyly, tipping her head slightly, "Come... I may be harsh, but I also have a skill you'd never imagine... allow me to fix you up and make you feel better.." Would he know what she meant? She offered him the smallest inviting grin and a raised brow, before turning, her tail passing by his nares. Her scent flooded the air, and she hoped it would be enough now to dispell his feelings of rage, and replace it with only a feeling of want. He had more than proven himself in this instance, and she would treat him well now that his blood stained the terra, the mark of his dedication to taking her. She glanced to her packmates, knowing they could handle the remaining decrepit bitch and the silently brooding young male. Then she began at a leisurely saunter to where she knew they would find silence..

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Tue Feb 17, 2015 11:12 am

Dae looked upon the wolfess called Ana. The one that stunk of male and seemed to have some sort of unsated hunger in her eyes. Dae didn't know if it was lust of body or blood she craved. Perhaps both? Her lyrics hit her dark ears and she flicked them forward. Innocent she was not as she answered. "I am old enough." She said to the fem her voice betraying no weakness. She didn't like this ragtag bunch but her mother bade them the right to stay...for the moment. She decided to feign innocence for the moment to this whore while her blue eyes flicked to the scenery around her. Her mother and Odin left to pursue whatever knowledge that these wolves had promised her. Power...that was one thing her mother could never get enough of. She knew in her deepest of hearts that if they stood in her way Akira would have no problems slaying her own young to get there. She worried after Odin slightly. The way that male hungered after him pulled at her gut.

"What is your real purpose here fem? I can't assume it was just for pleasures of the flesh?" She asked blatantly still on edge. This bunch made her uneasy.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Thu Feb 19, 2015 8:01 pm

From then it happened rather swiftly in her opinion. The charge of supernatural was pressing heavy in the cave, making even Akira's hackles rise. She was on guard, tensed for an attack and when the cave wooshed into darkness she felt her jaw creak from the force she exerted to keep from snarling. The darkness was so complete that Akira felt herself lost in all orientation, as if she was adrift in the stars but there! A glow coming from the script on the floor and she was back in the cavern feeling power, thick and overwhelming, rushing over her skin. She felt a shudders along her spine as the thrill of the moment made her body tight with excitement. This was true power, but at what would be the asking? Whatever it was, she wanted it, wanted to taste this true energy.

Odin kept his cool by some shred of hidden grace just barely, the things he was feeling as they plunged into darkness, the things he saw swirling, reaching a frightening and alien vista, he shut his eyes to the black but he felt the glow of the runes and cracked his eyes drawn by something beyond him. He too felt the power but it called to him, seeped into his bones caressing his heart, whispering into his ears. Things he couldn't possible understand but felt such wonder and fear. And in a moment it snapped off completely making him feel as if he had run a marathon, his heart was racing, saliva at the edge of his mouth further implied his stress. But no one was looking at him because everyone was looking at Svad. The lines of his body were different more raw than reality truly appeared. Odin knew at once that Svad was not there with them. He felt his ears flick back in automatic respect at the being who stood before them in a the mortal wolfs clothes.

Akira's eyes widened with excitement and even she sensed what was before her. Akira, Queen of Muerta lowered her head when Svad looked her way. Amber orbs marked his every word, she absorbed what he said of Odin and she had been of similar thought of late and she had been considering killing him in his sleep, though Akira also suspected the boy's uncanny intuition would tip him and make it far more difficult...no best to keep the boy close. The ancients proclamation about their combined potential intrigued her, though she figured she could keep Odin to heel if she did it right.

As soon as he finished she stood straight once again and looked Svad just below the eye, this was not something she dare tamper with. "I thank you for the warning sire, but such things do not come without a price, what is it that I must pay? Pray let it be a child, I have an extra one or two I can spare. And what would you gain from this ritual may I ask?"

Her tassle flicked but she held her strong stance. There was nothing in the universe but this moment. This was the moment her life hinged on, Akira felt it, there could be no match for one such as her.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Fri Feb 20, 2015 1:18 am

Curiouser and curiouser. Ana raised a brow, tail wrapping around her front paws; a seemingly innocent pose. "Old enough?" she echoed. "So, that means you've had your first heat? Must have been difficult with all of these..." Ana inhaled, eyes flickering over to the wrestling wolves nearby, as well as the cold male's baited breath. "...boys around. I know I struggled with it when I was your age... I just couldn't help myself." And with this, a giggle slipped her maw at the girlish memory. "Ohh, but that was so long ago... I doubt you want to hear an old hag's tales of love and... conquest. Thrilling as they are."

As Ana parted her maw to speak once more, an ancient tingle ran up her spine, and the playful smirk she wore melted into one of orgasmic pleasure, but without any actual touch or thought. No, this kind of pleasure... It was the kind that came from the beyond, the deep, the unknown that... Oh, it was wonderful. For now, it was but a whisper, a single finger along the finest hairs of her pelt, like the snowflakes that gently fell from the sky and coated the earth before her. She yearned, she hungered for that feeling...

It did not last too long, and when it was over, her amber orbs returned to the young girl's. So forward and naive. "My real purpose?" she finally replied, standing up, and approaching her to close the distance. Her pose was relaxed, empty of any malice. She was lover, not a fighter, in all manners of the terms. She came close enough to inhale the girl's scent, both sweet and sharp. "If you want to know, you'll have to follow me... I can show you what your brother and mother are up to. Though... You'd be breaking your mother's rules. But it's not fair that your brother gets all the fun, is it?"

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Fri Feb 20, 2015 5:12 pm

Dae blinked at the crone's words of her having her first heat. Her ears pinned and flicked forward again in discomfort. What was it any of this hag's business if she had flowered or not? She looked down at her white paws, spitting image of her aunt, feigning boredom. She hadn't bloomed into her sexuality yet. Personally she had been grateful. She didn't think she was ready for that though of late she had been feeling stirrings of attraction toward some of the males. It wouldn't be long she figured and she really wasn't sure how she would handle herself when she did. Remaining composed her blue eyes studying this strange fem before her.

"You are right. I would rather not hear your stories of love. I can smell it for myself that you are still quite active in that activity." She said as she watched the female suddenly freeze and her features turned into one of great pleasure...something Dae had only seen from a distance. It was like she was being mounted. Odd especially since no male was near her at all.

Soon enough it was over and the distance between Ana and Daenerys was closed. She didn't hold malice to her posture but Dae didn't trust her. She didn't trust her words either but she didn't trust where her mother and brother went off to alone either. Curiosity nagged at her and an undercurrent of mistrust. She would be breaking her mother's rules too....she feared Akira for good reason but she also feared that her mother's hunger for power would cloud her judgement. "Show me." She said her dark nose twitching more of a demand than a request. To show weakness here was a serious fault. She worried for Odin. Her odd brother who she felt close to and distant from at the same time. Though of the pups he and she seemed to have grown closer since her other brother left. She stood and made ready to leave with the fem, keeping her distance and a watchful eye for any move of betrayal.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sun Feb 22, 2015 7:10 pm

At the young fae's response, Ana reclined into a deep bow, but not without a knowing smirk. "As you wish, ingenue," she replied, but paused, looking to the other wolves and a single dog, ready to attack her at a moment's notice. "I advise that you tell your packmates to back off, though. We're just going on a girl's trip. No boys allowed." She giggled again with a swish of her tail, then turned in the opposite direction that Akira and Svad had gone. She did not know the territory well, but she did not need directions. She would follow that sweet, intoxicating aroma of death and worship. A scent of the old gods, the one that no wolf believed in. Through broken conifers and rocky terrain, she lead Dae around in a wide circle, as to walk downwind of where the others had gone.

Eventually, they came to an outcropping above the cave that the others were. Ana looked over her shoulder at the girl. "Now is the time to stay quiet, ingenue," she whispered with a delicate lick of her rubbery lips, wishing they could taste the young wolf's muzzle instead. "And I should be giving you a warning... There's no turning back from this. Are you ready?"

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sun Feb 22, 2015 7:22 pm

Cold eyes watched the mating dance before him. He could jump in at any time, he knew. But seeing them toy with each other's emotions, rip each other to pieces, and then scamper off like pups into the deeper woods was enough entertainment for him. While he still yearned for the black whip of Winter's dominance, the feel of her talons against his own throat, it was not enough to drive him to want to kill the other male. The other male was nuisance, something that would get in the way, and something Julien couldn't help but roll his eyes at. How he despised hessians that thought too much of themselves, or thought too much about anything at all. Instinct was what really mattered. And as they went off to copulate, he noticed the old hag and Dae sneak off as well.

"Now, what are you up to?" he murmured, but held still, catching Ana's voice about calling off packmates. He shrugged. He was considered a packmate, here? He had hardly considered it, but he assumed that if Akira hadn't killed him yet and he had yet to betray her, it was enough to be called "loyalty" in these parts. Looking around, though, everyone seemingly had a companion to brawl with. Interesting, but at the same time... Quite dull.

How he despised how quickly he grew bored of the world. Would nothing worthwhile entertain him?

"I'm off, for a while," he announced to no one in particular. As if they would listen, wrapped up in their own lives. He sauntered past Winter and Zai on the way out, casting a glance in her direction. "Let me know when you've changed your taste in men."

OOC: Exit Julien, putting him on hiatus. Sigh...

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sun Mar 15, 2015 7:06 pm

The feeling could be described best as uncomfortable, the air as cold as the arctic breeze. These creatures that describe themselves as dark of heart felt the weight of what it meant to be so, the presence before them was nothing short of omniscience. The damp air brought a crispness to the cave, and within the little light that shone the breaths of the wolves could be seen. The balance weighed on their side, the four beings within the ritual would be the cause of all to come. For to long these lands had seen a quiet unlike many others, and now was the time for a wake up call. The demon's gaze lifted over the seen before him, relishing in the sheer brazenness of the mortals to even call upon the dead. For such selfish reasons, even the pure of heart have a false proclamation of innocence. This would be no different, for the Beast saw it in the hues of the damned.

The silence was split with the cracking of more bones, Svadilfari's frame began shifting again, the flesh rippling along his frame. The last crack came as a snap! The hessian's neck tilting to the right before abruptly returning back, a small ivory smirk stretching his kissers. White lanterns fell on the Queen, noting with amusement that only belonged to the higher that he would not catch her own. The hellion listened without reflecting anything, the blank slate of a regal and now younger looking Svad. "You question my motives, as though I would tell you what I win from this. Mortal. The theatrics are gone." The voice was Svad's as a healthy hessian, with an ethereal quality and echo. "It will be the blood of the innocent, the children of the land will be purged and brought to a proper place. The lands will be scorched again. None will forget what I have wrought of Fire & Ice." A guttural laugh ensued, manic and torturous. "Queen of the Damned, how fancy a title. One that can be set in history. Bring me the blood, tear these lands apart and run the rivers red. Then, may you live a longer lasting life." Svad's frame trembled and then settled suddenly.

"In the whispers and the sounds, keep one eye out." The tone was softer, and the milky white hues of the demon locked with Odin. "You will be my sight, but another will speak my voice." Svadilfari's gaze returned to Akira, and once more the smile returned. "Fluff it off if you wish, stronger wolves have accepted my task and failed. One hundred innocent souls, be they yours or others, by springs end." The consequences would not be shared, it was always better that way for the imagination was so powerful. "Thanos, this child is to be watched for," the demon gestured toward Odin, but kept his gaze on Akira. "And seek out the jester, he will be the new mouthpiece." Vague, just as all the gods were. The runes began to glow deeper, and Svadilfari began to breath rhythmically and deeply. "Remember my Queen, Inga träd växer till himmelen." With those lyrics, Svad's talons raised up and across his own throat. The hessian fell onto the runes, scattering dust and snuffing the light.

The trees never reach the sky (nothing lasts forever)

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He had drank more blood than most within the lands of FnI, and his thirst would not be satisfied yet. He had spoken with the ancients long before their journey to the mountains, and he had learned the tale that most wouldn't want to hear. It had been enough to keep his entertainment within these lands, and was what brought him to his newest conquest. The hessian's breath was haggard, and he kept trying to rid his hue of red. The one sapphire calculated all her movements, still studying for an attack. He had learned from another fae what it meant to dance in battle, she had been so fluid on the terra. The thought of another woman caused him to return to the task at hand, and stretched the smirk on his maw. Winter's frame relaxed however, and it made the drake curious. What was to come now? A false sense of security? Was she to sneak her way in. The demon watched intently, unsure about the now calm demeanour approaching. It was not expected, but it made him lower his guard a fraction. Though perhaps her intoxicating scent did that, it was mingling with their blood, so sweet. His sapphire caught her flicked gaze, eyeing the drake who had no part in their deal. It was clear though, who would be off with her.

The silky words did the magic to calm his bloodlust, the implications to much to deny. Hackles lowered, and the demon cast a eager gaze over her frame, this time with desire rather then wrath. Her perfume washed over him and the drake smirked with desire. Azure hues lifted to the others around them, to the drake behind him. It would seem he was to good for the show, to good to fight for what he clearly desired. What a man. Zaiaku's gaze fell on Erhgeiz, remembering why he had kept the boy so close. His mother had fresh siblings for him, though they would be for another purpose now. He wondered briefly, how that vex of a woman was doing, and what was to come of his next encounter. It would not go so smoothly, it had been a time since their last meeting, and that had gone awry. Still, the boy would be of use, he had his own quarrels with the woman. Zaiaku rid himself of all thought, instead turning to follow the vixen. The voice of a defeated hessian ringing out briefly, it seems his would be adversary was taking his own leave. This mattered little to the demon, but he wondered of his new toy. His midnight frame slid up to Winter, lingering behind her only briefly, and the hessian soaked her fur with his blood. "Sounds like insecurity, let me distract you from such nonsense." The jester playfully remarked.

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Sat Mar 28, 2015 11:43 am

Daenerys did not trust the fem but she also worried for her brother and somewhat for her mother, even if her cruel mother cared for them not. These wolves made her wary and every fiber in her whispered warnings. "Wait here." she said to her packmates though her tone was clear "Be on guard." She didn't fear the old fem beside her. She knew her youth would best the old crone in a battle if it should come to that. "Let us go then." She said calmly and flicked her tail letting Ana lead.

Odd scents muddled the air and it bade her to sneeze to rid herself of it. She refrained however as she watched the wolfess seem to revel in it. They made a wide circle and she tilted her head as Ana bade her to be quiet. She disliked the fem calling her ingenue but tolerated it. She could scent her mother and brother below and she met the she wolf's gaze. "We are here aren't we?" She said firmly and moved up beside her to see the undertakings below. It was for love of her brother she was here. Worry it was some sort of ambush that her power hungry mother would have lead them into if it meant more for her.

No turning back now. What was this betrayal?

Subject: Re: [| Genesis: MB Wed Apr 22, 2015 1:11 am

Thanos saw the glow of the runes when the blood had settled and Svad began the ritual. The air around them froze, colder than the frigid mountain gusts. Shudders ran up and down his spine; he never lacked fear and respect during these occasions, and it never got easier to sit in the presence of a merciless, bloodthirsty god. Then, there was the cracking of bones, and Svad's body shifted and rippled until he stood amongst them a younger version of himself, but it was clear from the voice that left his lips and the ethereal gaze that he was not himself. Fenrir was amongst them. Thanos lowered his head, but his ears perked to hear his god's voice as he had many times in the past. As quickly as he could gift them with unending life, he cursed them with an expiration date and terms difficult to fulfill. Still, the rewards would be great, unmatched by anything a normal mortal life could offer. The feeling of power and immortality could not compare to a simple life.

As the god called out his name, he lowered his body, looking up at Svad's form. He motioned to Odin, a young brute to be protected as the massacre began. The young male had been chosen, and his role would be a special one. Then he demanded that the jester be sought out, for he would play a new role in this life. Thanos nodded in understanding - he would ensure that things went smoothly. Then Svad's blood was sacrificed, the body crumpling to the ground - the first sacrifice would set the hourglass in motion. It was up to him now to make things happen now that his brother was gone, and they had to set into action immediately. He felt the weight upon his old, bony shoulders, but the thrill of the mass slaughter that would occur in these lands drove compelled him to act. He whipped around to Akira, fixing his dark gaze with hers. "We mustn't waste any time," he insisted, heading to the cave entrance, "Gather your most vicious and powerful wolves, for you will need their numbers. And make sure you have their obedience, there's not time to be wasted on meaningless quarrels. They need to bring each sacrifice here to spill the blood across the runes, so Fenrir may gather their souls. You can sacrifice your wolves later if they cannot bring you enough souls."

He left the cave then, stepping out into the daylight. It seemed as though no time had passed since they'd entered the small cave. As he came out into the open, he sensed the presence of others. Ana, you sly wench, he thought with a smirk, glaring up at the outcrop where the old whore had led a younger fae to. Odin's sister. It must have been easy to lead her here. Now Fenrir would dig his greedy claws into her soul for her trespassing on this sacred, demonic ritual. He would hang onto her until the sacrifice was complete, but he would take her if the wolves could not bring enough to satisfy his bloodlust. Clinging to her soul, he would ensure that she would do her part in gathering the wolves needed to sate his hunger. Thanos grinned, for he knew it made their task easier with each wolf that lent a paw. Without even looking back, Thanos set off down the rocky mountainside. The Queen would take care of her part, and tell her followers what she needed of them. Thanos would set out to explore the lands further, and spread the news of gifts from their god to gain the cooperation of any cruel and selfish wolf out there...