RISE AS ONE // SETHOS RECLAIMING

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RISE AS ONE // SETHOS RECLAIMING Jul 8, 2017 8:31:12 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 8:31:12 GMT -6

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[attr="class","post"]Far’s paws were silent on the rocky crags of Belashi Butte. Her breath hitched in her throat, the only sign of the effort it took to reach this altitude. All around her, round rock formations rose like morbid red trees. The large stones seemed to float with little support. She skirted around each one, stopping occasionally to mark the desolate territory with her scent. She moved like a mottled shadow in the dips and rises of stone until she was at the edge. She looked out, red eyes scanning the russet landscape; the steep drop of the canyon would make most wolves dizzy, but the black femme stared at the drop without faulter. The color of the canyon was reflected in her red eyes.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Xisyn had a King. Two weeks since Far had sensed Saul’s presence. He was not gone for good, she knew, but the wolves of Sethos may need a little more faith in their leadership. We can’t have anyone flaking out on us, now, she thought with a slight curve of her lip. Tilting her head back to the overcast sky, Far let her voice call them to her. If they answered, she would reassure them that Sethos was alive and well, that she would carry the weight of Queen without the need of a King by her side, that their mission was about to take a turn in the right direction. Her howl tapered and cut off, letting the last of its noise bounce and echo off the stone.

Every rock around her belonged to them. This is where they hunted, where they tested their strength, where they grew stronger with every passing day. Xisyn was theirs, even in Saul’s absence. And I will make sure all of Anikira knows it.

words: 305
tags: Król, Selene, @kora
muse: decent
notes: Sethos members are welcome to post. Remember, it will count for pack thread points in the contest!

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Selene
Loner

Posts: 30

OOC Name: Evie
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/2038/grey-wolf-selene
Date of Birth: January 5th, 2015
Gender: Female
Breed: Grey
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 120 lbs.
Coat Color: Grey, Silver
Eye Color: Pale cyan blue
Language: 1
Violence: 1
Sexual Content: 2

RISE AS ONE // SETHOS RECLAIMING Jul 23, 2017 20:40:05 GMT -6

Post by Selene on Jul 23, 2017 20:40:05 GMT -6

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One by one, those who could protect Selene had disappeared, leaving the diminutive silvery femme relatively alone. Without her sister, Nemesis, she had no friend, no companion. And without King Saul, who was perhaps the sole reason she had been allowed into Sethos and not killed on sight…well, he was gone, too. Selene had been pitifully alone as of late, slinking through the shadows after her encounter with the brusque Król. She knew very well that she was not like the others within Sethos, that she’d been kept only because she had caught Saul’s eye, and she knew that she would never forget it. And yet…

And yet, she could not fade into nothing like her sister had. She could not abandon her pack, for they were all she had left, and the naïve little she-wolf still harbored a kernel of hope that she could find the good in them. They would have laughed at her for it, or torn her apart, she knew. She was not daft enough to voice these desires out loud. But she thought them, late at night when she was curled on her own in the dens. And even now, as she sat just outside of them with her tail curled around her paws, she considered it. Until, that was, a sudden howl rang out, familiar and demanding, making Selene’s head snap up.

Far. Without a moment of hesitation, Selene rose to her paws and began to move despite the dread that curdled in her belly. She did not know if Far would want to see her at all, if the queen would shred her for the way Saul had looked at her, regardless of whether or not Selene had intended it. But she could not simply disobey an order from her reigning monarch, the sole one remaining it seemed. And so despite the way her teeth clenched and her ears flickered uncertainly against her skull, she continued to move until at last she saw the familiar form of Far, dark save for those blood-red eyes.

Immediately, Selene’s own eyes, a direct contrast in coloration to Far’s, dropped submissively, and she bowed her head low as she came to a halt. When she spoke, she did not look up, but her voice was clear and calm, rising from her lowered maw. ”My Queen,” she greeted the darker femme, and though she did not say it, she let her obedience show in her tone and voice.

TAG: @far
WORDS: 410

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Król
Loner

Posts: 60
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/2037/tundra-wolf-krol
Date of Birth: October 2nd, 2013
Gender: Male
Breed: Tundra
Height: 34"
Weight: 125 pounds
Coat Color: Brown, Red, White
Eye Color: Orange
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 2

RISE AS ONE // SETHOS RECLAIMING Jul 31, 2017 21:45:03 GMT -6

Post by Król on Jul 31, 2017 21:45:03 GMT -6

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Saul had been absent, as of late.

This alone wouldn't have been enough to concern Król under normal circumstances, but after weeks had gone by with no sign of the grey-pelted narcissist anywhere in sight, the Thilas had begun to grow concerned, and more than a bit pissed off. Saul was their fucking leader, damn it. He was the one who was supposed to have his shit together, the one who was supposed to be a strong leader that would lead Sethos to its future of conquering the lesser packs upon Anikira. And even though his more self-centered tendencies had rubbed Król the wrong way at first, the Tundra brute had trusted Saul to be a competent and capable leader. He was not overly fond of having his trust misplaced, and it showed in the scowl he had carried with him throughout the past several days as he had attended to his duties throughout the territory.

Saul couldn't just fucking abandon them whenever he felt like it. He had a job to do, and if he wasn't going to get his shit together and actually do it, Król was convinced that someone else would be more than happy to take the position from him. Already the scent markers around the lands of Xisyn were starting to fade, allowing more and more daring loners to intrude upon lands that were not theirs, allowing the ranks of Sethos to be pushed back further and further. And while Król loathed to admit that he actually cared about anything in life, he cared about the well-being of Sethos, the one place that had truly felt like home to him in quite a long time. This pack was where he had found his true calling in life, and he'd be damned if he was going to let it fade into dust so easily.

So it was that when the Tundra brute heard the strong call of Far ring out over the rocks littering the landscape, he had hope that it would be good news she brought with her. Trotting through the rugged terrain of the butte as fast as he possibly could, he arrived shortly after Saul's little bitch- well, with him gone, that technically meant that Selene really wasn't Saul's to stake claim over anymore, which meant that she would be completely at the mercy of he and Far should they both decide that she was no longer worthy of staying within the ranks of Sethos. Casting a wicked grin towards her as he stepped up, Król's expression made it seem as though he had completely forgotten about their encounter within the caverns so many weeks ago. And indeed, he might have repressed such a thing from his memory. The Thilas was not overly fond of showing his more vulnerable side to any other wolf, for fear over what such a thing had usually led to in the past, and such a thing still applied with Selene.

She meant nothing to him, no matter what kind of secrets they had shared with each other.

He stepped up alongside Far, dipping his head in a respectful gesture while his flaming orange gaze met her crimson. "You have called and I have answered, my Queen," he murmured, taking a seat while directing his gaze toward the Queen of Sethos, eager to see just what she had to say about the future of Sethos.

tags: @far, Selene
words: 583
muse: Okay
notes: Short and crappy but I got it up before the deadline ahahaha

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KROLL
Seven years | Male | Tundra Wolf | Aludri bound

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RISE AS ONE // SETHOS RECLAIMING Jul 31, 2017 22:00:01 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 22:00:01 GMT -6

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[attr="class","post"]To Far’s disappointment, it was not Król who came to her call first, but Selene. The silvery, delicate femme wasn’t worthy of the protection Sethos provided. She was like a flower, pretty and useless. The quiet femme’s sister, Nemesis, had insisted in their joining together. Unfortunately for Selene, Nemesis had been gone for over a month now, and there was no one to stand behind as the submissive wolf came up to her Queen and dipped her head. Far looked down on the silvery femme with distain in her crimson orbs. ”My Queen.” Selene knew her manners well enough, but even manners couldn’t stop a queen from ridding Sethos of those who were not pure.

”well,” Far said, speaking down to the modest femme at her feet. ”It seems you may be good for something after all.” Far’s maw pulled back in a wrinkled grimace, and her tongue flicked over her white teeth like a small, pink serpent. Then, something caught her eye.

Król had arrived after all, and she watched the Thilas approach like a flame licking the landscape. He greeted her and sat. His entire form radiated power, and she looked at him with matched energy. It sang through her limbs and lit her muscles ablaze. This was all that was left of the pack she had forged with Saul. Now, she alone would build it until they reached their full potential.

”This is Sethos,” Far began. Her voice rang out among the russet stony landscape, demanding their attention. Her eyes moved slowly between them, holding their gaze in turn. The two wolves before her were as opposite as two could be, but they were here, and that was more than she could say for others who had walked among their ranks. ”This is all that is left of the pack I forged from the fire that burned between myself and Saul. Don’t be mistaken,” her gaze fell on Król, pulling his attention with blood-red eyes. ”This is only the beginning. Sethos has a mission that must be carried out—both for the good of our species and the good of our futures on this retched earth.” Her tail lashed behind her as her voice grew. ”Sethos was formed to purify the dirty blood of our species. And I want to watch it run into the rivers and stain the ground we walk on.”

She paused, knowing her next words were going to be met with surprise, and perhaps some hesitation. If she saw that, she knew she would not hesitate to rip whoever’s throat out that dared not stand behind her on this decision. No matter how small Sethos had become. ”We will go together, with you both at my back. And we will find others for our cause, and purge this land of all those who oppose us. I am proposing… a trip of sorts.” She let her words sink in. ”When we return to Xisyn, Sethos will have grown tenfold!”

words: 503
tags: Selene, krol
muse: decent
notes: Also crappy and short but done!

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