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Post by BRUiSER </3 on Jul 2, 2010 11:52:05 GMT -6
The black wolf stalked into the royal lands with a snarl, a black cloud encompassing everything around her so that there was no light anywhere around. Every wolf she passed began spitting and snarling at it's neighbor - her cranky mood extended to others and before long it seemed everyone was fighting. Damn that king! She should be on the front lines, ready to fight and battle, not stuck as a lonely pack wolf! Damn him to hell and beyond, to the seventh circle of hell! If their enemies could not see and if she could influence them to attack each other, well, they'd win the war easily! But no, the stupid king's pride had put her as just another wolf.
"You prideful, willful, colt!" She shrieked angrily once she got far enough in to be sure the king heard her. The black cloud roiled around her before parting to reveal her bristling form, her blue eyes like shards of ice in her fury. The black aura created a circle with only one opening - if the king were smart, he'd enter through the gate she made; he risked his emotions being played with if he entered through the darkness. "Come meet me, king - alone. I wish to speak to you, but I don't want any hot-headed lackey overreacting." Her voice hissed from her - deadly calm, no longer shrieking and angry, even though she was still pissed.
She wanted a spot in the army, and she wouldn't rest until she got it.
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Post by A S A R on Jul 2, 2010 14:27:58 GMT -6
TO THE SOLDIER, THE CIVILLIAN!
The middle-aged King’s blood still boiled at the thought of the new wolf that came charging through thinking she could just take shit out and own the place. At the thought of her potential threat to his throne he snarled and lashed out at a tree he passed. The King was not known for control over his temper. Perhaps the new wolf was a bad idea. He could have just as easily banned her, or killed her.
But Asar saw something in her that could prove useful.
One day the front lines would be ready for her blinding rage, but not until she learned to sit the fuck still for a few months. Ears went flat onto the back of his head as a frustrated shriek echoed through the lands, birds scattered off into the skies. Furrowing his brown Asar snarled and figured he should at least check to see what the hell was going on. It was not long before he heard a calm feminine voice begging for his company, eventually the voice came with a face and he instantly was angered.
Nyx.
He really should have just killed her, he couldn’t not take the constant rise in blood pressure caused by her presence. Dissolving from the shadows the iron-boned king growled at her,
Colt am I? A well-aged eight years old, countless lay dead by my own doing and I have still not outgrown that pathetic childhood nickname. What a shame.
Asar studied the she-wolf for a moment before snapping at her,
Well. I’m fucking here, what do you want?
OOC: eep they’ll be fun >D
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