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Order: Scysym, Torrentem, Animated, Saltire, Cold Vengeance, Oversex, Kikosku, Dianysus, Afflict, Lethal Intentions.
Scysym. In careful check, she dipped her head down to scan that all were within eyesight before raising it in a manner telling of both pride and determination not to let anything stand in her way. Mind was made up in that gesture, she should have nothing to fear, and she was damn well capable of handling her own if any disproved. Silver eyes glittered as she took her first steps into the sanctuary, pausing only moments to let her eyes adjust to the swallowing darkness. Confident and in control, a quirk of te lips in not quite a smile portrayed such as she entered, as if daring anyone inside friend or foe to make a fuss about it.
You say, "Scysym. This was the moment she, and probably Ani had waited for. Gaze swept the room, taking in what manner of beast may be around, and keeping one eye on her brood. What was left to this moment was the search of her mate first if he was here, and opted to let her olefactory senses take over in alarming her if there were any scent she did not recognize. Priorities, priorities.
Torrentem: Demonic hybrid spawn of mother's pelt but father's structure, spine dotted with tiny bumps where spikes were going and nubs growing at his shoulders, wings. The young one paced himself and halted with the actions of his mother as he was walking with her. Being lead to a cave, he looked around at the population and ambience of what the cave brought. His life was so far short and enjoyable though secluded with his mother, father, and siblings. Speak of which, where were his siblings? It really didn't matter to him as they were all to not bother him as is or face him. Dominant was he though calm dominant; he knew his place among the family and a potential pack that was spoke around him about. Optical gaze turned to see his father rest in the cave but he would not wonder to him. Other hybrid wolves lain near so he was cautious though curious. Pup knew better though to not try to get killed.
Animated: Animated phosphorescent orbs perusal the gang's domain. Physique layed `pon the frigid stone loam, frontal ligaments crossed and gently scraping talons on teh stone, just enough to make a small screeching eerie. Acoustics pivoted `pon skull, hearing the breath of company that was entering the cavern, as well as the vibration of thier movement within his mitts. Spinal spines seemed to be retracted and non-visible, giving an illusion he was nothing more than a largely immense canis lupus. Jaws unhinged, larnyx vibrated a gentle welcoming purr to his beloved and what seemed to be his offspring, but where were the others? Surely there were more, possibly in hiding and not yet strong enough to be introduced to the comrades. Physique would alter, ligaments uncrossing and behemoth beast would stand then amble towards his devotion.(c) Mug would extend to rub his head upon hers, green carpet lolling from maw to rub across hers. Orbs would gaze down at his spawn, the true appearance of himself but with his mates pelt. Ah, he is growing my tributes but has not yet discovered the trick of retracting the grotesque features. Dome would lower, extending tounge to rub across the whelp's head, "Ello my darlins" he would welcome.
Saltire. Regaled creature would allow a smug smirk to beseech slate and mahongany dial - sublime curvature quite apparent in her pacific form. Dusky dirt and moss dye obscure her seemingly flawless silken peltry, only to allow a soothing aura to consume her lumbering form. Sinewy stature decorated the humid cavern - placid in it's atmosphere. For quite a while, immersed in the dim lighting of this forlorn den, this Enfield/Calopus creature would have been sprawled, conveniently, about the cool cove's carpetting. Earthen hued limbs dangled from her lithe composure - muscular tone conspicuous as the lion-like shoulder blades that seemed to almost protrude from her eerie exterior. That oh-so-warm blanket of silence had sheltered this cavity for some time; as if it was it's own idle little world. And who was to say it wasn't?--
Saltire. If there was an eidolon - one of both angellic and demonic equipoise - this being was it. Feminine frame emitted voluptuous vibes as naturally as hollow, spiral horns guardian that lighte tiara of hers. Mother's lineage of her pedigree had aided this fair maiden with those devilish-exteriored horns which originiated by her cheeks and eventually curved to peer, ajacent, to albino-tinged occuli. Matching the hollow's base beneath her luxurious form were perked audical pillars - reaching the epitome of their region. Reverberating visual lenses would accompany the swerves her acoustic catchers decided to take; foreign sounds accompanying the familiar and unrecognized scents that interrupted her resting olfactory senses. Oh well - tranquility had to be disturbed some time. In a gang of hybrids - one could only be so lucky with peace.--
Saltire. Commanding bitch would intrude through the grotto's entrance with elogence - flocked by her brood. Descedants of Alphen blood better be proud- this sensuous femme fatale knew how easy their life would be. Or perhaps, rather, how difficult they would be. One could only wlak so far on the path laid out for them before having to blaze their own trail. Time did not neccesarily heal, but rather create. Create loopholes in the system, and spawnedn problematic solutions. Perhaps this new era- the birth of the beloved Animated's - and the queen Scysym's cluster- was a sign that hope was to adorn Paquete Ahura. Yet, who was this Septem to think such a 'false sense of security' sort of situation. Giving a brief shake of that dainty crania that adorned a curved nape, first-in-line Gamma would expell a hot gush of air through obsidian nares.--
Saltire, finding, once more, serenity, would then turn her attention towards the Monarch and her whelps, as well as the lord- Animated. Gracious dip of her granite-complexion of a muzzle- nobility still retained. A flow of eloquence accompanied her next actions - carried out with aristocratic simplicity. Lanky rudder would merely sway to-and-fro as rump was raised by lengthy hindlimbs; southern region hoisted powerfully from its previous resting spot. Almost simultaneously was her northern hemispheres then jostled, swiftly, skywards; fully adjusted into a standing position. Wolven hindquarters proved to linger moderately; nothing surprising about that section of the she-creature. However; eagle forelimbs dangled, complacent, from her bulky yet wiry compacture. Raptor talons proved to rest sufficiently easily upon the cavern's ground.--
Saltire. Blithesome smile would cloak that smug smirk that naturally aroused her facial features as the vixen dared a step towards the youth-plagued beings. Almost breathless, for whatever reason, at this unravelling; purr would be engaged instinctively. Though this all-too-proud monstrosity was more of a role model than a mothering creature; it was amazing what one's interior was, and how it was antonymed by the exterior. Still, honey-coated lyrics would be sung sooner than accounted for, due to that overjoyed feeling that rumbled her larynx. Yet, in honest truth, the natural salt still tainted her tone; damned creature never able to fully escape the bittersweet cadence she was forever doomed to sing. After all - the royal beast knew why the caged bird sung. " They're absolutely stunning, dears. No doubt - spawn worthy of the life they possess." Flawless song meant more than any in the area could know; that was for sure.[done]
Cold Vengeance's luminous yellow optics gazed 'pon the entrance of the alphess, slightly awed at the first appearence of the alpha's spawn. The solemn look which most always enhabited the maw of the charcoal femme, turned to a slight smile as she took sight at the new lives in the pack. The ebon captain bitch lay a few feet away from where the rest of the pack clustered together, taking in this glorious occasion. Muscular figure curled up on a boulder, turning to fully view the joyous scene. As she watched the pups around their mother, the onyx hued wolf surpressed the very few memories of her mother she had, trying to be happy on this special day. "They're beatiful," The captain stated in blissful tones."
Oversex. Vixen lay, gullet held high to peer out among the much larger hybrids about her. Though atop the rounded stone peak, amazingly cobalt pools still darted about the many heads that stood between Sexy and seeing the newly introduced member of the Alpha family. Obviously a failed attempt, oral appendage was lashed out to idly weave through the pelts scrounging crossed over mitts. Though size wasn't upon her shoulders, fatale bore great speed and incredulous curves. Complete eye-candy structure fused together with chocolaty paints and tints, even topped with a creamy column. Whipcord lashed out as the voices around kept chiming to the wonderfulness and splendor of the newborns. For a final attempt at catching the site of it, weight was shifted as foremitts hauled her cage into a sit, blade-like extensions screeching against each other due to the fluid movements of her spine. >
Oversex. Orbs pinpointed the royal offspring once more attempt to the deed was given, loving the way the pup's incandescent hues played about within her retinas. How absolutely darling the thing was with those not-quite-grown stubs of horns. "I completely volunteer to babysit!" Vocals would chime along, rear pistons being extended to heave her structure into a two-legged stance to make her much smaller form known to the crowned queen of a mother.
Kikosku: .femme would now enter the terrain. Pinnae prickling, slightly, now flattening, and adjusting. Harks posed atop equilibrium. femme seemed to scanter across the what seemed more like a stone corridor. The lush green having taken its death toll, not daring to live alongside the dwelling caves, formed over time. Jade seemed to have came to dawns ends, as she had now entered; protruding further along the opening. Last rays of sunlight seemed to have been diminished to its own parting, against the darkness. Slight stench seemed to have trickled along-side her. Crimson visuals and vertebral seemed to have contrasted at this point along the darkness. Fresh dirt seeping beneath her mitts. Dysfunctional appendages were simply having been tucked to either side of her. Fetters now jangling and dragging across the earthened grounds; slithering like. She rarely made greeting with the others, but just this time, seeing that the dame had now returned, along with the whelps. A obscure nod would be
Kikosku: Simple. She trudged against the boulders, of the cave walls. Silently. Stealthily lurking. Limber bodice would flex to either side of her. Crania having been lifted to come to terms with the others. Crimson orbs seeming to be flickering with the darkness slightly. She graceful side-stepped momentarily, once again trudging closer. As always, her usual fashion of entering had been distant, before gathering along-side the others. Nostrils would adjust, taking in deep inhales of the surrounding group. Later exhaling. Dome would be lifted further as of now possibly trying to figure out who was within distance. Phalanges would expel. Extracting. Each little talon in own mind lightly scraping with a distant screech, like that of a dog whistle. Distributing her presence. femme had been silent through out this whole time period. Not yet ready to make verbal contact.
Dianysus. Colossal bitch would make her way through the iced tundra; beast indeed hated such white and so much of it. Muscles within the Dycampre's pistons rippled within every step, snow was flung as massive mitts lifted off the ground. Shackles amoung her ankles clanged as her spiked collar penetrated her very throat, what was this? Bitch was limping, what has happened to this beast's right forelimb? Ragged pelt flowed within the cool breeze, but soon enough she came to her pack's den that they were at the moment defending for there own. Bitch strutted on in; limping I should say. Charcoaled nares wafted through them, many scents and many familiar faces were found, thank god, but no sign of the one she grew found of, pity. Decorated banner wavered abruptly behind this massive bitch, bat-like structures flapped irritatedly to get rid of the excess snow that was upon her, a snort occurred in disgust of such weather. Wait@what was this? The smell of youngling approached her, great little one
Dianysus:
Dianysus. The smell of youngling approached her, great little one's that will be a handful, thank god she wasn't pup watcher, but yet she respected them, full of life and cheerfulness in which she never had as a pup. Yet the whelpen had a distinctive smell to it, ah it was her brother figure, Ani's, blood whelp, which changed everything. Bitch strutted closer to the group, to get a better gaze at the youngling, a slight smile formed over her petite mug, "Ah, how cute. Congrats you two." She'd emit. Limping to a place besides the boulder that was placed I the middle of the den, odd that Dian was nice, wouldn't you say?
Afflict, All the commotion in the pack went over the pups of Ani and Scy, but of course, no one noticed a shadow slinking about. About the same size as Torr, maybe abit bigger, but hiding none the less. The pup was Afflict, daughter of Increase and Ketia, and she, was hiding her sadness and jealousy. Sad, because her mother and father were not around, nor had she seen them in weeks, but also, none payed attention to her. Jealousy.. Jealousy for her relatives, all being praised and stuff, leaving her out of the picture. The winged child crawled into a corner and whimpered softly, silver pools rippling, distraught soul, left out of everything.. So sad..
Lethal Intentions. Feline padded silently through the forest, here and there you coudl start to see the snow melting away; spring was coming soon. Long whipcord was dragged lazily behind massive figure, crown was held high; giving her a regal look. Shoulder pivoting back and forth, muscles flexing greatly under tawny pigmented pelt. Azure visionaries serveyed the lands about her, nothing seemed to be worth taking a closer look at; as always. Rims were pulled downward as a small frown was placed 'pon features, Anya had yet to see her mate; Oppo. It had been quite sometime indeed, no matter; she was sure she would see him. Nares flared as she drank in the scents about her form, maw parted slightly; rough oral appendage lolled from the side of her muzzle. Harks twitched atop massive cranium as she tried to pick up on any sounds close by. Scyths would unsheath themselves to their fullest lenght; four and a half inches. Coming closer to her destination, crown tilted heavenward; maw cracked open. Coming closer to her destination, crown tilted heavenward; maw cracked open to its fullest length. Larnyx vibrated as a deafening roar was expelled from gargantuan liger, the sound would surely cascade across the lands; letting everyone know: "Lethal was out and about, stay out of her way". Though of course, this wouldn't be ment for any pack member she was aquainted with. Muscualr figure made her way towards the entrance of the cavern, once inside carass shook from side to side; to rid any snow that may have fallen on her. Padding over the stoned floor, keen eyes didn't need anytime to adjust to the darkness. Coming an abrunt hault, cranium canted to the sid lightly. Spotting a few about the den, though only a few caught her attention. Nares flared as the scents were taken in, it seemed that Ani and his mate had decided to introduce their pups to the pack; larnyx rumbled as a low snort was expelled. Oh don't take her wrong, she adored the little vermins to no end; she me
Oh don't take her wrong, she adored the little vermins to no end; she merely missed her own spawn. Whipcord whisped about her rump as she surged forward, crown tilting forward as a curt nod was given to bother; Ani, and Scy. A small scrapping noise could be heard as talons met the stone earth, Anya didn't care too much to give the brood a closer inspecting; 'twas not her way. She had given her respects with her nods, so there wasn't much else to do. Muscular figure made her way towards the beds of hay that adored the caverns floor, carcass was lowered atop the hay. Massive fore-limbs propped her form up just a bit, lenghty hind limbs were sprawled out. Maw unclasped as a soft yawn was issued, deadly fangs were shown harmlessly as she did this act. Larnyx vibrated as a soft huff was expelled, she was indeed happy for the Lord and Lady; yet she was hoping that maybe she would get another chance to have more cubs. She hadn't seen the little ones in so long, they were probably.
She hadn't seen the little ones in so long, they were probably dead in either case; blades rose and fell as she gave a small shrug. Azure visionaries scanned the area once more, taking in the figures of all that were there; maw unclasped as smooth, commanding tones came forth. "Congrats M'lord, M'lady.", with that she'd move to lay on her side, Anya was clearly exhausted and was in need of rest; though she would make sure to keep aware of her surroundings. Scyths had finally slipped back within massive fore-paws, harks pinned against cranium; she wanted sleep. Lazy feline indeed, it was rare to see her out and about, everyone seemed to be geeting up close and personal with the spawns. Anya was just fine were she was, though at times she would look over in their general direction to take a peak at the small pup. Harks twitched atop cranium as she picked up what could be considered a whimper, cranium turned to face the sorce of the noise; another whelp. Though Anya didn't know to whom it belonged, she pondered why it was whimpering; though she made no movement towards it, might frighten it.
Order: Scysym, Torrentem, Animated, Saltire, Cold Vengeance, Oversex, Kikosku, Dianysus, Afflict, Lethal Intentions.
Scysym. In careful check, she dipped her head down to scan that all were within eyesight before raising it in a manner telling of both pride and determination not to let anything stand in her way. Mind was made up in that gesture, she should have nothing to fear, and she was damn well capable of handling her own if any disproved. Silver eyes glittered as she took her first steps into the sanctuary, pausing only moments to let her eyes adjust to the swallowing darkness. Confident and in control, a quirk of te lips in not quite a smile portrayed such as she entered, as if daring anyone inside friend or foe to make a fuss about it.
You say, "Scysym. This was the moment she, and probably Ani had waited for. Gaze swept the room, taking in what manner of beast may be around, and keeping one eye on her brood. What was left to this moment was the search of her mate first if he was here, and opted to let her olefactory senses take over in alarming her if there were any scent she did not recognize. Priorities, priorities.
Torrentem: Demonic hybrid spawn of mother's pelt but father's structure, spine dotted with tiny bumps where spikes were going and nubs growing at his shoulders, wings. The young one paced himself and halted with the actions of his mother as he was walking with her. Being lead to a cave, he looked around at the population and ambience of what the cave brought. His life was so far short and enjoyable though secluded with his mother, father, and siblings. Speak of which, where were his siblings? It really didn't matter to him as they were all to not bother him as is or face him. Dominant was he though calm dominant; he knew his place among the family and a potential pack that was spoke around him about. Optical gaze turned to see his father rest in the cave but he would not wonder to him. Other hybrid wolves lain near so he was cautious though curious. Pup knew better though to not try to get killed.
Animated: Animated phosphorescent orbs perusal the gang's domain. Physique layed `pon the frigid stone loam, frontal ligaments crossed and gently scraping talons on teh stone, just enough to make a small screeching eerie. Acoustics pivoted `pon skull, hearing the breath of company that was entering the cavern, as well as the vibration of thier movement within his mitts. Spinal spines seemed to be retracted and non-visible, giving an illusion he was nothing more than a largely immense canis lupus. Jaws unhinged, larnyx vibrated a gentle welcoming purr to his beloved and what seemed to be his offspring, but where were the others? Surely there were more, possibly in hiding and not yet strong enough to be introduced to the comrades. Physique would alter, ligaments uncrossing and behemoth beast would stand then amble towards his devotion.(c) Mug would extend to rub his head upon hers, green carpet lolling from maw to rub across hers. Orbs would gaze down at his spawn, the true appearance of himself but with his mates pelt. Ah, he is growing my tributes but has not yet discovered the trick of retracting the grotesque features. Dome would lower, extending tounge to rub across the whelp's head, "Ello my darlins" he would welcome.
Saltire. Regaled creature would allow a smug smirk to beseech slate and mahongany dial - sublime curvature quite apparent in her pacific form. Dusky dirt and moss dye obscure her seemingly flawless silken peltry, only to allow a soothing aura to consume her lumbering form. Sinewy stature decorated the humid cavern - placid in it's atmosphere. For quite a while, immersed in the dim lighting of this forlorn den, this Enfield/Calopus creature would have been sprawled, conveniently, about the cool cove's carpetting. Earthen hued limbs dangled from her lithe composure - muscular tone conspicuous as the lion-like shoulder blades that seemed to almost protrude from her eerie exterior. That oh-so-warm blanket of silence had sheltered this cavity for some time; as if it was it's own idle little world. And who was to say it wasn't?--
Saltire. If there was an eidolon - one of both angellic and demonic equipoise - this being was it. Feminine frame emitted voluptuous vibes as naturally as hollow, spiral horns guardian that lighte tiara of hers. Mother's lineage of her pedigree had aided this fair maiden with those devilish-exteriored horns which originiated by her cheeks and eventually curved to peer, ajacent, to albino-tinged occuli. Matching the hollow's base beneath her luxurious form were perked audical pillars - reaching the epitome of their region. Reverberating visual lenses would accompany the swerves her acoustic catchers decided to take; foreign sounds accompanying the familiar and unrecognized scents that interrupted her resting olfactory senses. Oh well - tranquility had to be disturbed some time. In a gang of hybrids - one could only be so lucky with peace.--
Saltire. Commanding bitch would intrude through the grotto's entrance with elogence - flocked by her brood. Descedants of Alphen blood better be proud- this sensuous femme fatale knew how easy their life would be. Or perhaps, rather, how difficult they would be. One could only wlak so far on the path laid out for them before having to blaze their own trail. Time did not neccesarily heal, but rather create. Create loopholes in the system, and spawnedn problematic solutions. Perhaps this new era- the birth of the beloved Animated's - and the queen Scysym's cluster- was a sign that hope was to adorn Paquete Ahura. Yet, who was this Septem to think such a 'false sense of security' sort of situation. Giving a brief shake of that dainty crania that adorned a curved nape, first-in-line Gamma would expell a hot gush of air through obsidian nares.--
Saltire, finding, once more, serenity, would then turn her attention towards the Monarch and her whelps, as well as the lord- Animated. Gracious dip of her granite-complexion of a muzzle- nobility still retained. A flow of eloquence accompanied her next actions - carried out with aristocratic simplicity. Lanky rudder would merely sway to-and-fro as rump was raised by lengthy hindlimbs; southern region hoisted powerfully from its previous resting spot. Almost simultaneously was her northern hemispheres then jostled, swiftly, skywards; fully adjusted into a standing position. Wolven hindquarters proved to linger moderately; nothing surprising about that section of the she-creature. However; eagle forelimbs dangled, complacent, from her bulky yet wiry compacture. Raptor talons proved to rest sufficiently easily upon the cavern's ground.--
Saltire. Blithesome smile would cloak that smug smirk that naturally aroused her facial features as the vixen dared a step towards the youth-plagued beings. Almost breathless, for whatever reason, at this unravelling; purr would be engaged instinctively. Though this all-too-proud monstrosity was more of a role model than a mothering creature; it was amazing what one's interior was, and how it was antonymed by the exterior. Still, honey-coated lyrics would be sung sooner than accounted for, due to that overjoyed feeling that rumbled her larynx. Yet, in honest truth, the natural salt still tainted her tone; damned creature never able to fully escape the bittersweet cadence she was forever doomed to sing. After all - the royal beast knew why the caged bird sung. " They're absolutely stunning, dears. No doubt - spawn worthy of the life they possess." Flawless song meant more than any in the area could know; that was for sure.[done]
Cold Vengeance's luminous yellow optics gazed 'pon the entrance of the alphess, slightly awed at the first appearence of the alpha's spawn. The solemn look which most always enhabited the maw of the charcoal femme, turned to a slight smile as she took sight at the new lives in the pack. The ebon captain bitch lay a few feet away from where the rest of the pack clustered together, taking in this glorious occasion. Muscular figure curled up on a boulder, turning to fully view the joyous scene. As she watched the pups around their mother, the onyx hued wolf surpressed the very few memories of her mother she had, trying to be happy on this special day. "They're beatiful," The captain stated in blissful tones."
Oversex. Vixen lay, gullet held high to peer out among the much larger hybrids about her. Though atop the rounded stone peak, amazingly cobalt pools still darted about the many heads that stood between Sexy and seeing the newly introduced member of the Alpha family. Obviously a failed attempt, oral appendage was lashed out to idly weave through the pelts scrounging crossed over mitts. Though size wasn't upon her shoulders, fatale bore great speed and incredulous curves. Complete eye-candy structure fused together with chocolaty paints and tints, even topped with a creamy column. Whipcord lashed out as the voices around kept chiming to the wonderfulness and splendor of the newborns. For a final attempt at catching the site of it, weight was shifted as foremitts hauled her cage into a sit, blade-like extensions screeching against each other due to the fluid movements of her spine. >
Oversex. Orbs pinpointed the royal offspring once more attempt to the deed was given, loving the way the pup's incandescent hues played about within her retinas. How absolutely darling the thing was with those not-quite-grown stubs of horns. "I completely volunteer to babysit!" Vocals would chime along, rear pistons being extended to heave her structure into a two-legged stance to make her much smaller form known to the crowned queen of a mother.
Kikosku: .femme would now enter the terrain. Pinnae prickling, slightly, now flattening, and adjusting. Harks posed atop equilibrium. femme seemed to scanter across the what seemed more like a stone corridor. The lush green having taken its death toll, not daring to live alongside the dwelling caves, formed over time. Jade seemed to have came to dawns ends, as she had now entered; protruding further along the opening. Last rays of sunlight seemed to have been diminished to its own parting, against the darkness. Slight stench seemed to have trickled along-side her. Crimson visuals and vertebral seemed to have contrasted at this point along the darkness. Fresh dirt seeping beneath her mitts. Dysfunctional appendages were simply having been tucked to either side of her. Fetters now jangling and dragging across the earthened grounds; slithering like. She rarely made greeting with the others, but just this time, seeing that the dame had now returned, along with the whelps. A obscure nod would be
Kikosku: Simple. She trudged against the boulders, of the cave walls. Silently. Stealthily lurking. Limber bodice would flex to either side of her. Crania having been lifted to come to terms with the others. Crimson orbs seeming to be flickering with the darkness slightly. She graceful side-stepped momentarily, once again trudging closer. As always, her usual fashion of entering had been distant, before gathering along-side the others. Nostrils would adjust, taking in deep inhales of the surrounding group. Later exhaling. Dome would be lifted further as of now possibly trying to figure out who was within distance. Phalanges would expel. Extracting. Each little talon in own mind lightly scraping with a distant screech, like that of a dog whistle. Distributing her presence. femme had been silent through out this whole time period. Not yet ready to make verbal contact.
Dianysus. Colossal bitch would make her way through the iced tundra; beast indeed hated such white and so much of it. Muscles within the Dycampre's pistons rippled within every step, snow was flung as massive mitts lifted off the ground. Shackles amoung her ankles clanged as her spiked collar penetrated her very throat, what was this? Bitch was limping, what has happened to this beast's right forelimb? Ragged pelt flowed within the cool breeze, but soon enough she came to her pack's den that they were at the moment defending for there own. Bitch strutted on in; limping I should say. Charcoaled nares wafted through them, many scents and many familiar faces were found, thank god, but no sign of the one she grew found of, pity. Decorated banner wavered abruptly behind this massive bitch, bat-like structures flapped irritatedly to get rid of the excess snow that was upon her, a snort occurred in disgust of such weather. Wait@what was this? The smell of youngling approached her, great little one
Dianysus:
Dianysus. The smell of youngling approached her, great little one's that will be a handful, thank god she wasn't pup watcher, but yet she respected them, full of life and cheerfulness in which she never had as a pup. Yet the whelpen had a distinctive smell to it, ah it was her brother figure, Ani's, blood whelp, which changed everything. Bitch strutted closer to the group, to get a better gaze at the youngling, a slight smile formed over her petite mug, "Ah, how cute. Congrats you two." She'd emit. Limping to a place besides the boulder that was placed I the middle of the den, odd that Dian was nice, wouldn't you say?
Afflict, All the commotion in the pack went over the pups of Ani and Scy, but of course, no one noticed a shadow slinking about. About the same size as Torr, maybe abit bigger, but hiding none the less. The pup was Afflict, daughter of Increase and Ketia, and she, was hiding her sadness and jealousy. Sad, because her mother and father were not around, nor had she seen them in weeks, but also, none payed attention to her. Jealousy.. Jealousy for her relatives, all being praised and stuff, leaving her out of the picture. The winged child crawled into a corner and whimpered softly, silver pools rippling, distraught soul, left out of everything.. So sad..
Lethal Intentions. Feline padded silently through the forest, here and there you coudl start to see the snow melting away; spring was coming soon. Long whipcord was dragged lazily behind massive figure, crown was held high; giving her a regal look. Shoulder pivoting back and forth, muscles flexing greatly under tawny pigmented pelt. Azure visionaries serveyed the lands about her, nothing seemed to be worth taking a closer look at; as always. Rims were pulled downward as a small frown was placed 'pon features, Anya had yet to see her mate; Oppo. It had been quite sometime indeed, no matter; she was sure she would see him. Nares flared as she drank in the scents about her form, maw parted slightly; rough oral appendage lolled from the side of her muzzle. Harks twitched atop massive cranium as she tried to pick up on any sounds close by. Scyths would unsheath themselves to their fullest lenght; four and a half inches. Coming closer to her destination, crown tilted heavenward; maw cracked open. Coming closer to her destination, crown tilted heavenward; maw cracked open to its fullest length. Larnyx vibrated as a deafening roar was expelled from gargantuan liger, the sound would surely cascade across the lands; letting everyone know: "Lethal was out and about, stay out of her way". Though of course, this wouldn't be ment for any pack member she was aquainted with. Muscualr figure made her way towards the entrance of the cavern, once inside carass shook from side to side; to rid any snow that may have fallen on her. Padding over the stoned floor, keen eyes didn't need anytime to adjust to the darkness. Coming an abrunt hault, cranium canted to the sid lightly. Spotting a few about the den, though only a few caught her attention. Nares flared as the scents were taken in, it seemed that Ani and his mate had decided to introduce their pups to the pack; larnyx rumbled as a low snort was expelled. Oh don't take her wrong, she adored the little vermins to no end; she me
Oh don't take her wrong, she adored the little vermins to no end; she merely missed her own spawn. Whipcord whisped about her rump as she surged forward, crown tilting forward as a curt nod was given to bother; Ani, and Scy. A small scrapping noise could be heard as talons met the stone earth, Anya didn't care too much to give the brood a closer inspecting; 'twas not her way. She had given her respects with her nods, so there wasn't much else to do. Muscular figure made her way towards the beds of hay that adored the caverns floor, carcass was lowered atop the hay. Massive fore-limbs propped her form up just a bit, lenghty hind limbs were sprawled out. Maw unclasped as a soft yawn was issued, deadly fangs were shown harmlessly as she did this act. Larnyx vibrated as a soft huff was expelled, she was indeed happy for the Lord and Lady; yet she was hoping that maybe she would get another chance to have more cubs. She hadn't seen the little ones in so long, they were probably.
She hadn't seen the little ones in so long, they were probably dead in either case; blades rose and fell as she gave a small shrug. Azure visionaries scanned the area once more, taking in the figures of all that were there; maw unclasped as smooth, commanding tones came forth. "Congrats M'lord, M'lady.", with that she'd move to lay on her side, Anya was clearly exhausted and was in need of rest; though she would make sure to keep aware of her surroundings. Scyths had finally slipped back within massive fore-paws, harks pinned against cranium; she wanted sleep. Lazy feline indeed, it was rare to see her out and about, everyone seemed to be geeting up close and personal with the spawns. Anya was just fine were she was, though at times she would look over in their general direction to take a peak at the small pup. Harks twitched atop cranium as she picked up what could be considered a whimper, cranium turned to face the sorce of the noise; another whelp. Though Anya didn't know to whom it belonged, she pondered why it was whimpering; though she made no movement towards it, might frighten it.
