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Lagratia Year 1

Autumn
Summer's rage has quieted to a soft roar, as the heat cools with the presence of a gentle breeze. Rainfall happens regularly on every part of the island. As the leaves change colors and begin their steady fall from the trees, so the prey begin to thin out. Beware the lowest parts of the island...the rainfall tends to gather in these places...

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Castellum
Alpha- Davinci Basileus
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Alpha- Desdemona
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Bellona
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Posts: 3

Age: 2
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single

slow down, you crazy child (open) Aug 21, 2015 12:48:31 GMT -8

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Post by Bellona on Aug 21, 2015 12:48:31 GMT -8

Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile

Bellona stumbled wearily through the forest. She was just exhausted but no where on this cursed place felt safe enough to rest. The blinding emotions that had drove her so far were fizzling out. She was just exhausted. It'd been a hell of a journey from the land of her birth to here. She really couldn't appreciate the beauty that surrounded her. Frankly, she found it all annoying. The birds chirped so happily, and it grated on her frayed nerves. She had loosely followed a stream, weaving in and out of the undergrowth as the trail carried her. As she moved, and took her eyes off the trail she stumbled over a root. "Dammit." She cursed, as she snarled at the tree. She really was in a foul mood.

She could nearly picture Roman scolding her for her language. Yes, the cursing was not something she'd learned from her mother's rule. Her mother would have her tail for such language, but Roman wasn't here. Bellona was free to do as she liked. She'd not been watching the trail, but she looked up suddenly to realize the path had opened up in a pretty clearing, and the river bubbled softly along the soft springy grass. Bellona let out a light sigh and slowly lay down in the sunshine. Letting out a sigh, she rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes. Her body was still pretty tense, she was aware that she wasn't exactly safe. But the sunlight was just so warm.

A few moments passed, when a gentle breeze ruffled her fur and carried a new scent on the wind. Groaning, she spoke aloud to the approaching stranger. "If you're here to bother me, go away." Her words were a soft growl. Brave words for the girl who was still running from her past.

But if you're so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid?

Desdemona
Valkyria

Posts: 20

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Age: 4
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single

slow down, you crazy child (open) Aug 26, 2015 12:29:55 GMT -8

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Post by Desdemona on Aug 26, 2015 12:29:55 GMT -8

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The Genus forest was right on the outskirts of her territory and the gigantic ivory bitch made a point to patrol it regularly. She wanted to know what was happening in the surrounding lands, were there predators, poachers, skirmishes or conflicts... anything and everything that could effect her pack even in the smallest of ways the dame wished to know of. She moved at a decent pace, moving through the trees with equal amounts of silence and dexterity. Her coat was a gleaming white, nearly impossible to blend in such a spacious wooded area, but the dame rarely tried to blend. She was here to observe and she wanted rogues to see her, she wanted them to know who had claimed the neighboring territory. She'd taken it without a war and she served as the reigning Wraith.

The scent of another female wolf drew her attention and her ears swung forward, head lifting as she instinctively scented for another packs brand. There was none that was familiar too her, the bitch was either a deserter or a vegabond, one of the two. It drew the Wraith's attention and without any hesitation to altered her direction to intercept the wild wolf. Desdemona closed in quickly, her large paws pressing down heavily into the Earth and as the hostile words reached her ears, the large ivory bitch lifted her head higher and her ears swung back to pin against her skull, an obvious sign that she wasn't pleased with the woman's instant hostility.

She stepped from between the trees silently, her hackles stayed flat not making herself appear any larger but she certainly did nothing to make herself smaller either. The markings on the dames face were unique, but so were Desdemona's with her mismatched eyes. She stayed standing, she did not bow, she did not impede upon personal space, she stood tall and confident with forcing dominance. “You linger close to the territory of Valkyria. I am it's Queen, it's Wraith, Desdemona, who are you?” Her voice was calm and low but powerful. She was blunt, to the point and she wanted to know who this oddly covered bitch was.

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Ida
Valkyria

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slow down, you crazy child (open) Aug 26, 2015 21:14:24 GMT -8

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Post by Ida on Aug 26, 2015 21:14:24 GMT -8

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Autumn was fading fast, and a stiff chill was in the air. But Ida had a self-satisfied glow in her body to keep her warm, and a single swollen eye on her face. In her mouth was a mutilated and extremely dead Canadian goose. Quite possibly the last of the season, and a delicious delicacy fat from a summer gorging itself. It was a clean kill, but geese always travel in groups and are vicious to predators- her eye got jabbed by the bill tooth of her birds angry mate, but otherwise she got away from the mass easily.

The bird might have been thirty pounds when she got a hold of it, but the head, neck and much of the shoulder was either split open or missing. The downy soft feathers drying on Ida's neck and chest give a pretty good clue of what happened to it. Even after climatizing to pack life for weeks Ida had to snap herself out of her feeding in order to bring the goose in for her alpha. It still went against her instincts to haul a bird nearly half her body weight back to camp, when it would be much safer to eat where she felled it before scavengers came. It gave her a tickling sense of agitation to be carrying food of any sort.

Which is probably why she bolted and hid when she heard the shuffling of heavy paws on the forest floor.

Into the clearing stepped a white wolf Ida had never seen before. Hiding upwind, in the tall grass by the stream, Ida flattened herself to the ground and studied her. She was big. Huge, actually. But her hunger made her lean. And she had the most bizarre face the blonde wolf had ever seen. She was purple! Her eyes were a sparkling amethyst colour Ida had never seen outside of Catmint.

The strange bitch wasn't long on her feet though. Somewhere in the middle of the small clearing she all but collapsed to her belly with a sigh that sounded like pure exhaustion. Ida was debating wether to stay hidden until she was asleep before sneaking out, when she spoke. Oh god, she noticed her. Every hair on her tapered tail bushed out, and she was seconds from making a run for it, when she saw a second white wolf emerge from the trees.

Desdemona. Ida immediately relaxed. She was safe as long as Des was there. Then Desdemona spoke, sounding about as clipped, hostile and slightly arrogant as when Ida first met her on the beach. Snorting through her nose, Ida popped out of the grass, displacing a cloud of grey down from herself and the goose.

"Desdemona, for gods sake." Ida grumbled around a mouthful of blood and feathers. "I leave you alone for half a day and you're already picking fights." she sidled up next to Desdemona and dropped the mutilated goose at her feet. To the new wolf, she turned and said in a stage whisper: "You might want to answer her though. Valkyria’s Alpha isn't known for being sweet and cuddly."

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Bellona
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Age: 2
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single

slow down, you crazy child (open) Aug 27, 2015 11:55:05 GMT -8

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Post by Bellona on Aug 27, 2015 11:55:05 GMT -8

Bellona was quite comfortable, thank you very much. The sunshine warmed her slightly dull fur and it felt nice as the light seeped into her bones. In the echoes of her words, she kept her ears pricked and herself alert, waiting to see if those who dared interrupt her would speak. When another spoke, their voice was far closer than she anticipated. Forcing a nonchalant look on her face, she raised her head to look at the intruder. Her violet eyes were met with a rather large she-wolf. Bellona wondered if she was taller than herself. With an almost bored expression she pushed herself to a seated position, letting out an indignant sigh. "Yay. More empires and pack wolves." She muttered, fixing her gaze on the she-wolf.

Her attention was snatched as another approached, and boy was she a mess. Feathers and blood stained her. She approached, and came to the side of the first wolf- clearly they knew each other. A mangled goose fell from her jaws, and Bellona' stomach rumbled softly as she breathed. Finally the new-comer spoke to her and a snort of derisive laughter left her. "Bellona is what they call me." she said shortly, her eyes narrowing on the pair of wolves. "I've never heard of this Valkyria Empire. Is it new or just not powerful?" This question held a bit of curiosity, as she gazed at Desdemona and the stranger. Impress me, she thought with a slightly rueful smile or get lost.

Desdemona
Valkyria

Posts: 20

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Age: 4
Gender: Female
Relationship Status: Single

slow down, you crazy child (open) Sept 2, 2015 8:27:36 GMT -8

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Post by Desdemona on Sept 2, 2015 8:27:36 GMT -8

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Desdemona's left ear swiveled, shifting in Ida's direction. Her pack mate managed to talk around a mouthful of feathers and while her words weren't entirely true, Desdemona let them hang in the balance. She would only ever be as strong as how her pack viewed her and if Ida saw her as some destructive force of nature well... that just gave her motivation to be as such. Ida slid close to her first, keeping her distance from the rather exhausted looking bitch. As the goose was dropped at her front paws, Desdemona turned her head and nuzzled Ida's cheek with her snout just once. It was praise for being quick enough to snag the bird. The ivory Queen was not always great with words but she was not hesitant to give out praise or punishment when such was due.

She shifted, dual orbs flickering back to Bellona where she lay as the woman's nearly haughty arrogance reached her slender ears. Desdemona moved, her stance broadened and her skull lowered, ears swinging back to gently press against her skull. She locked eyes with the downed female who rested so close to her land, and held that gaze. It was a challenge in and of itself without the snarls or raised hackles. Desdemona wasn't a creature of theatrics and she rarely lost her temper to the point of blind wrath. Even being insulted, she didn't instantly resort to wrath and it was arguably that trait that had brokered her Ida's loyalty. Desdemona's nostrils flared as she noticed Bellona's gaze continually dropping to the goose. She was hungry.

“Then I have done my job as Wraith. Keeping my wolves away from prying eyes and not pinning a target to our backs is how any Alpha should rule. A wolf that needs to sing their presence to the heavens is looking for a fight. That's not how you keep your family safe.” Yes... Desdemona was born and raised to fight, maim and kill, but now that she was no longer a mindless peon amidst the crowd and actually responsible for lives around her, she would do everything in her power to keep them safe. Remaining in obscurity until necessary seemed one of the best ways to do that. Desdemona could see the faint outline of ribs on the downed female and wondered if she'd even be able to put up a fight without keeling over from exhaustion. A bit of a smile curled her mouth as she raised her head. “If you're hungry stand... I will help you procure a meal.” She would not give her Ida's goose. She hadn't earned it... not with her arrogance or her crude words, if she wanted proof of strength, Desdemona would give it, but she would also push the stranger to survive. To fight. Instead of laying down and spewing shit until the vultures came.

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slow down, you crazy child (open)

Post by Bellona on Aug 21, 2015 12:48:31 GMT -8

Post by Desdemona on Aug 26, 2015 12:29:55 GMT -8

Post by Ida on Aug 26, 2015 21:14:24 GMT -8

Post by Bellona on Aug 27, 2015 11:55:05 GMT -8

Post by Desdemona on Sept 2, 2015 8:27:36 GMT -8

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