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[Vilyneous Volyce]

How long had it been? Almost an entire cycle of seasons had come and gone, without a single trace of offerings to the woman who trudged along as a marauding nomad. The time alone had hardened the already spiteful creature, and yet the outlook she perceived daily was one of optimism. One could possibly view her optimism as sheer pride, but who could deny anyone the right to believe they were destined to be great? ”A Prince, of course.” Precisely. An expression filled the silver woman’s very feminine features, but to any on looker it would be hard to perceive entirely. At an angle, it would look almost as if she was smiling pleasantly, but at another, it would appear as if she were sneering. Given the chance to peer into her moon-hued gaze, which bared witness of the truths within her mind, anyone could see the desire and hate, the ever prevalent malice and pride of a soulless, devilish hound. Each and every waking second, the she-devil wandered aimlessly. To and fro across the Torva lands she trekked, avoiding the ignoble territories that were claimed by even less worthy Kings. As she wandered, thoughts of Kings who had come and gone began to fill her thoughts daily. Inevitably, she thought of Morikiah. A sarcastic laughter left her viciously gaping maw, but she quickly snarled it away. Morikiah, the cowardly bastard; the self-proclaimed King of the Carpathian Mountains. Upon many occasions, even when he took that fox-hued bitch as his mate, he had made himself appeasing and nothing more than what any young and pretty girl desired. This, she now realized, he had used to his advantage. However, she would not out rightly admit to falling victim to a Kingdomless Bastard, but she would be quick to curse his name. ”Where ever you may be, Mori, pray to the heavens that you never find your ass in my midst..,” the sheer idea of tearing the man’s deceitful tongue from his ebony lips painted a smirk upon the woman’s façade. There would, no doubt, be more to it than simply silencing him, and preventing him from bearing fruitless promises; yes, she would surely take full advantage of him, if he were to come into contact with her. But, for now, it was a thought that was left on the back burner to boil. As the winter’s tide blanketed Torva, the silver demon found herself headed southward, in a meek attempt at a milder experience. She had experienced near death the winter before, both almost starving to death in the cold months, and almost freezing to death due to her lack of a permanent residence. Now, she decided death did not suit her just yet, and optimal survival was to be sought. Although many territories lay claimed, the number of uninhabited perimeters was at least thrice the number. With a silent but humble prayer to the Gods, a smile of satisfaction set upon the woman’s façade: for the further south she proceeded, the more the numbers were in her favor. And, suddenly, as if almost by fate, the colossal woman found herself at a clearing. Awareness of her surroundings did occur, even as she had descended the steep cliff, but surprise still contorted her normally calm features. Although the snow was scarce this far south, it was still a prominent element. The stone was icy and cold to the touch, but the woman walked with extreme self-esteem. The scents of those who had once inhabited the caves were no longer, and the beast’s features fell serious as she stared off into the depths, contemplating the knowledge. The spiteful paw of the Gods had cursed the pitiful Renatio hounds, and some had drowned when the flood waters filled the cavern, while the name in itself died with the disbanding of the pack. The one who had called himself King was, apparently, no longer, and the beast spat in disgust. ”In the eyes of many, he was a pitiful excuse for a leader. Curse his soul, if he still breathes..,” she murmured, and her husky tones echoed into the cave. Long limbs moved with effortless grace as she headed into the cave, but she stopped a moment to piss at the mouth. It was not an act of claiming, but rather a warning to those who would enter after her. She was here, first, and would not hesitate to rip them a new one, provided they dared to chase her off. As she moved further into the cavern, smiling as she thought of it as the Abyss, she allowed her tail to wave high above her backside in a general show of dominance. It was too bad really, that the pack had lacked the proper ambitions of a true leader, for such a domain was quite exquisite and fitting for a pack who would be reputable as sadistic demons who emerged from the very depths of Hell. Deep within the cavern, the woman walked without a single fear or hesitation. As much as she desired, she refrained from plastering her nose to the earth to sniffle at the debris that were remnants of the flood. Bones and almost mummified remains of random creatures were scattered throughout her trail, but she only smirked. These relics added to the heinous appearance of the caves. However, the once dry air became moist, and her golden gaze was met with a random pool of water. At the edge of the pool she decided to settle, and she dipped her shapely head to lap at the liquid. The warmth of the cave was long realized, but it was such a treat to find that these waters were almost as cold as the piercing ice-pellets that fell from the sky. But, before she could decide she had her fill, the sound of distant noise jolted her upright and facing the opposite direction immediately. Although the wolf did not believe the possibility of an ambush, she still bared her fangs in a silent show of displeasure. It had been many nights that she had yet to set eyes upon another wolf, but the possibility was there, or so she believed. With practiced patience, she watched the distance for the form of an approaching beast.

[Sanclaere]

ooc. >_< this is so bad, I'm sorry.

So the beasts arrived.

She had been mortified upon the bastard’s announcement of her loss and that sneaky bitch’s win. Her only real opponent in the battle was the coward she slinked away only when her ear had been torn down her to skull. The sickening taste of the crimson blood that filled the she-beast’s mouth was one she never forgot, and often cause herself envisioning the moment of victory with a crazed look upon her face. That! That moment should have been when the King announced the victory, as the shying creature who danced in the darkness like a snake was not worth any amount of his time, nor the efforts. These sickening outcomes had shunned her, discomposed any slight sanity she carried, and she fled into the days to rid herself of the anger, otherwise she may have found Necrosis blood within her reach for but a moment before his faithful sheep placed her head upon a platter. She would bid her time, and in the event of the storm calming, she figured she would return.

Plans changed, and she travelled in and out of areas before placing her feet back in Torva, and it was here that she slinked into the shadows of the once great kingdom. She knew she had placed her faith in a foolish leader the moment his decision shadowed across her, this evidence was what made it no surprise that as she pushed into the old territory lands, no markings begged for her attention. Her tawny face scrunched into a sneer, delicate black lips moving in the rise of a chaotic laughter.

”Long live the King.”

Slender legs and bodice pushed forward in advance into the area she had so briefly called her home, gawking, sneering, at every familiar rock and tree that was no longer crowned. Her hellish and angry attitude changing into that of dominance and glee, haughty. It had not been her idea to come crawling back to a pack she felt ashamed to have ever placed her name upon their ranks, rather, to destroy what was left of Necrosis and what was left of him in his age; and now her conscious swam with the ideas of potential the past had.

As she came upon the caves in which the creatures of the dark had once snarled and grasped for their lives within its entrapment, the thick fresh scent of something, someone familiar filled her nostrils, the piss upon the earth a warning to her senses. Hackles upon her back rose in a defensive, yet dominate posture and she pushed with an easy gait into the darkness, her horizon eyes adjusting quickly into the blackness. Her gaze settled upon the area in front of her as she moved forward, although noted in her peripherals scattered bones and sickening scenes, she chose to enjoy the reality of what had taken place within the caves and her focus was upon her cave dwelling companion. Could the answers she so desperately yearned for be within a few feet, or the snapping of defensive jaws? Both had the woman’s hair standing on end, and her hard eyes, watching, waiting.

It was but a moment before she was upon the other female as she pushed so far into the caves, a snicker that turned into a deadly snarl falling from her lips as the gaze came upon the bared lips. The noises bounced off the rocky walls before she settled, the stench of the creature before her evoking memories Sanclaere had bid far away. She knew not of her name, nor the fact of who she was, but she had resided within the same pack, left her mark upon the lands and weaved a fibre within’ the tall woman’s mind.

”Now, now, let us not tear each other apart, girl, I’d rather not ruin that pretty face of yours and I only seek but your attention for a moment.”

[Vilyneous Volyce]

Ooc| Girl, you crazy! I love San posties. <3 The scent of another was fast approaching, burning the woman’s senses. As if the cavern anticipated the arrival of the other, to bring the two together, a soft murmur seemed aroused within the caves. The silver witch hissed, sounding more like a cougar than a lupine beast. But, the hiss that served as a warning ceased almost completely, when the form of another wolf spilled into view. From her first glance, Vilyneous knew the beast was female, and so the stakes were higher now. Subconsciously she raised her lush banner, in a show of dominance, and she continued her inspection of the lady. There would be, no doubt, a display of their skills, and perhaps it would lead to a death.. But, almost immediately, the tawny beast came baring an armistice. ”Now, now, let us not tear each other apart, girl, I’d rather not ruin that pretty face of yours and I only seek but your attention for a moment.” No matter the proposal, the silver demon could not retain the scoff, and it spilled forth almost too soon. ”You come here, calling me girl, when it is my piss that sits in a pool at the entrance? If anything, my lady, you should be calling me Majesty.” taunt was evident within her tone of voice, but the entirety of the statement was a bluff. A few steps carried the colossal woman a few feet nearer to the tawny woman, and a sort of smile managed to fill her features. ”Come now, then, you have my attention. What is it you have to share?” her tones were neutral and calmly spoken, and a look of curiosity sparkled within her golden gaze. It had been several days since she had laid eyes upon another, and this woman seemed the ideal creature to bestow her first look upon. She was large, like the silver beast herself, but there was evident age upon her. She was not old, but rather likely in her prime; this sparked something within the she-devil’s thoughts. ”You walk these caverns as if you once knew them personally.. Were you, pardon my nosy speculation, a beast unlucky to have kissed the dead King’s ass, when he roamed?” a sneer filled her features now, and she wanted nothing more than to spit. Necrosis was a joke, at least that is what she had gathered; at this moment, she did not desire a Necrosis whore at her doorstep. But she would heed the woman’s words with an open mind.