quiet contemplation [Król]

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

quiet contemplation [Król] Jan 6, 2018 23:44:57 GMT -6

Post by Selene on Jan 6, 2018 23:44:57 GMT -6

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It had been a long, arduous climb, but it had surely been worth it for what lay before Selene’s eyes now.

She’d spent the better part of the morning before dawn shimmying her way up the rocks, her light footsteps helping to navigate the rocky terrain. There had been periods where she’d needed to rest, curling her body into the crags to catch her breath before continuing again, determined to reach the top. And at last she had, just as the sun had begun to climb over the horizon. The view now was nothing short of spectacular.

Standing at the edge of the terrain, the sound of the waves crashing against the stone below coupled with the plethora of colors splashed across the horizon as the sun rose made her feel more relaxed than she had in some time. A serene smile touched her muzzle as she gently lowered her rump to the ground, tail curling around her delicate paws as the breeze ruffled her silvery fur. The scent of brine was familiar and comforting, and for a moment, she wished that Nemesis was here to partake in this moment with her.

Things in Sethos had been…interesting, to put it quite mildly. Ever since Queen Far had summoned her to inform her that she would be a member of Krol’s harem, Selene had been…not herself. She’d already been worried that she would be found useless and slaughtered for it, but to know that the only thing keeping her alive would be her ability to carry and whelp pups for Sethos rankled her to her core. And Krol…he was no gentle brute by any means, nothing like the mate Selene used to dream that she would have. What if the news of having to be saddled with her infuriated him so deeply that he killed her, as he had with his previous mate?

Would death be so very terrible, though? Would it not be a release? Almost immediately, she felt guilty for thinking it. Selene had always prided herself on being adaptable, on her determination to survive and thrive no matter the circumstances. To give in to defeat now…no. She couldn’t. A little sigh slipped from her muzzle as she continued to trace the sun’s path, watching it climb higher and higher in the sky. Perhaps one day, her world would set itself right again.

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Last Edit: Jan 8, 2018 10:42:01 GMT -6 by Selene

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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

quiet contemplation [Król] Jan 7, 2018 22:15:37 GMT -6

Post by Król on Jan 7, 2018 22:15:37 GMT -6

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Król, quite frankly, didn't know how to take to the news that Selene was to be a part of his harem now, not Saul's. For months after the silver-coated female had first been accepted into Sethos, he had made no secret of the amount of disdain that he had held towards her and her meek nature- but he had seen her as untouchable, someone who he could not take his frustration out on for fear of facing Saul's wrath. And he had been perfectly content with those conditions. You didn't have to touch a wolf to make them bleed, after all, and the Thilas had been perfectly happy to send venomous glares or thinly-veiled threats in Selene's direction when Saul had been absent or otherwise not paying close attention. But then he had met her alone in the caverns one day, and they had talked, and his entire viewpoint on her had changed in an instant.

Gods be damned, he had actually opened up to her. He had told Selene things that he hadn't even dared to tell Saul and Far about- his rough childhood, how he hadn't received a word of praise from his father up until the moment that he had murdered his first love, Jewel. And above all, his viewpoint of himself as an irredeemable monster, someone who had strayed too far from the light to ever be brought back into it. She had listened, in that gentle way of hers, and she had cared. To think that a wispy, weak female had shown Król the first semblance of kindness that he had received in a long time, and that she had listened to his words but hadn't been quick to judge him for them- it was a fact that both terrified and infuriated Król. Somehow Selene brought out the best in him, the wolf that he could have been were it not for the numerous tragedies in his life, and the thought that one individual could have so much power over him rattled him to his very core.

Far wanted them to be together? You could never find two more incompatible wolves upon the mainland of Anikira. He was fierce, Selene was meek. He was the raging sun, snarling and angry and blindly lashing out at anything near him, and she was the moon, calm and graceful and beautiful. Even if they gravitated towards each other, they would burn each other up sooner or later. It was meant to be, and Król wouldn't waste precious time and breath trying to deny it. He would fuck this up somehow, even if their partnership managed to last against the tests of time. Even if he didn't end up killing Selene like he had killed Jewel, he would say the wrong thing or do something that would serve to pull her away from him, or his ever-present commitment issues would get the way of his being a good mate, potentially even a good father to their pups. And he wouldn't place that kind of weight upon Selene's shoulders.

She deserved better than someone like him.

But he had to try. Damn it, no matter how much a part of Król was against it, he would have to at least attempt to be romantic and caring towards this female that was now under his charge. So as Selene sat upon the rocks that morning and gazed at the sunrise, the Thilas of Sethos slowly drew up alongside her, clearing his throat so that he wouldn't startle her (all the while ignoring the constant chant of Jewel Jewel Jewel I'm sorry I'm sorry that was circulating in his head). For a moment they sat together in silence, neither of them seemingly being daring enough to break the silence. It was only when Król let out an exasperated sigh that the spell was broken, turning his head to gaze over at Selene. "I've never been one for watching the sunrise," he grunted out, inwardly slapping himself over his lack of social etiquette a minute later. Not even a minute into their conversation and he'd already managed to fuck this up, damn it, why couldn't he ever just think before he opened his mouth-

Maybe there was still a way to salvage this. The Thilas sighed, turning away and looking out towards the horizon, almost as if he were ashamed to look Selene in the eye in that moment. He shouldn't have been, as she was decidedly lower than him on the totem pole as far as the ranks of Sethos went, but somehow he was frightened over what kind of emotion he'd see dancing in her eyes if he dared to face her head-on. "I know this isn't exactly a favorable situation," he began, his voice gruff. "But if you'll let me, I'd like to be able to give this a chance, Jewel-" It was only after the words had escaped from his lips that Król realized his mistake, frantically trying to backpedal and repair the damage before it was too late. "I mean...Selene," he finished lamely, wishing more than ever that a hole would open up in the desert floor to swallow him whole.

tags: Selene
words: 898
muse: Good!
notes: SLAMS THAT MFUCKIN REPLY BUTTON ~~also he's such a dork save him~~

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KROLL
Seven years | Male | Tundra Wolf | Aludri bound

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

quiet contemplation [Król] Jan 8, 2018 11:01:32 GMT -6

Post by Selene on Jan 8, 2018 11:01:32 GMT -6

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She did not hear his approach immediately over the crashing of the waves below and the cries of the rising gulls, but when at last Selene became aware of another presence, she knew without turning that it was Król. Her heart gave a funny, nervous little jolt as he lowered himself beside her, her stomach churning with anticipation for…what? His fury? Or perhaps something else? She was acutely aware that the season had changed as it inevitably would, and that her own body had changed with it. She was capable of providing him with pups now, if he so wished it, and she vividly remembered the Queen’s insinuation that she was expected to do just that to be useful to Sethos.

But then he spoke, and though his speech was awkward in the sense that it seemed he was not used to mildness, there was nothing in his tone or posture that suggested he was only there to breed her and be done with it. Rather, it seemed as if he’d come for…company, and it was that realization that made her soften to him even more. Selene had always been of the opinion that everyone was redeemable, and though her first meeting with Król had shaken her to her core, this one was beginning favorably.

”I watched the first one with my sister,” she confided to him after a moment, her voice serene, a hint of amusement in her tone as a gentle smile touched her muzzle. ”We snuck away from our parents early one morning. It was all Nemesis’ idea, really; I was always the obedient one. But I followed her everywhere, so I went. I remember thinking that it was amazing, how the sky could turn so many different shades in the span of a single day’s cycle.”

Silence fell between them again, not quite comfortable, but not strained, either. When he at last broke it, she turned her slender muzzle towards him, her pale eyes settling on the scarred side of his face. Oddly, she didn’t mind it. In the warm light of the morning, he didn’t look quite so fierce. He wasn’t snapping or snarling over their situation, as he’d put it, either – and Selene felt the first tendrils of hope begin to uncoil within her.

And then he spoke the name of his previous mate – Jewel. He realized his mistake swiftly enough, rectifying it as best as he could, but she’d heard; of course she had. Still, she did not chastise him for it. This was new to the both of them, and though Selene did not know if he would ever look at her and not think of the first she-wolf he’d loved, she thought that perhaps she could live with it either way. He might never come to care for her, not truly, but she would try her hardest for him regardless; she would be a favorable addition to his harem, she would be gentle and kind and pleasing to him, even if he only ever saw Jewel when he looked into her eyes.

”I was afraid when the Queen first told me,” she admitted quietly, gaze dropping, abashed. ”I did not know how you would react, or if you would even have me. I know that during our first meeting, I thought that…that you hated me.” She gave a nervous little laugh at that. ”But you’re right. We can make this work. We can learn one another, and I will loyal and good to you.”

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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

quiet contemplation [Król] Jan 9, 2018 16:42:43 GMT -6

Post by Król on Jan 9, 2018 16:42:43 GMT -6

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For a moment, Selene did not react to his presence, and it was all Król could do to keep from fidgeting nervously as he sat there. He had seen precious little of the silver-coated female ever since their last meeting, after all, and he had no way of knowing how she had reacted to the news that they were to be partners with the knowledge that he had killed his last mate. Did she think him so cruel and so disgusting that she didn't even wish to acknowledge his company anymore? It honestly wouldn't have surprised the Thilas, if such a fact was true- most of the wolves he came into contact with seemed to hold at least a small amount of disdain towards him, and he had been sure that Selene would be no exception to the rule. He was everything she was not, and sooner or later she would recognize that and rid herself of him.

But then she finally spoke up, telling of the first time she had seen the sunset with Nemesis (god, the mention of the chestnut bitch who had abandoned them still made a part of him burn with rage), how they had snuck out against the wishes of their parents to watch the brilliant display. Król couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped from his maw at that moment, shaking his head from side to side as he gazed over at Selene. "Knowing Nemesis, I'm not surprised that she roped you into it. Proper little spitfire, that one." A pause, and then he was speaking again. "Do you still have faith that she will return?" He himself had not been particularly close to any of his siblings, but he knew firsthand just how devoted Selene was to her sister, how she had still held onto some hope that she would return, even during their encounter months prior. And he knew better by now than to get in between that sisterly bond.

"My siblings would never have entertained the idea of watching the sunrise," he grunted out, his tone surprisingly mild for having brought up what were still rather painful memories for him. "We spent most of our time in combat training. And I was always the slow one. If I didn't learn the techniques fast enough, my father would beat me while the others watched. And my mother couldn't be asked to lift so much as the tip of a claw to try and stop it." His voice had turned sharp at the end of the sentence, but as he looked back at Selene it softened into something more neutral, something that might have passed as normal for the Tundra brute. "But it made me into who I am, in a sense. So I suppose I have to be grateful for it."

The thought of being grateful towards his father for anything left a sour taste in Król's mouth, whenever he cared to dwell on it, but what else could he do? His father had made him who he was, brought him out of being some pathetic little pup and shaped him into the perfect warrior that he was now- someone who could serve Sethos to the best of his abilities. Was that really such a bad thing, in the grand scheme of his life?

Of course, he was soon brought out of his train of thought by the key mistake that he had made, embarrassment rushing through his system as he looked at Selene. Would he ever be able to stop seeing the first wolf he had loved when he dared to meet that hauntingly blue gaze, be able to stop seeing that pathetic (brave, kind, caring) bitch reflected in Selene's eyes? Selene did not appear to hold it against him- because of course she wouldn't, given the very nature of her personality- but Król couldn't fight back the wave of shame that swept through him as she talked about being afraid at the news, that Selene had fully believed that he hated her. Was he really so monstrous that he had almost scared away the one person who had dared to show him actual compassion in such a long time?

"I don't hate you," he said softly, turning his scarred face back towards her again. "I was angry, at first. Because you didn't seem like you belonged here. Because I thought you deserved better than what this life had to offer you. Because every time I looked at you, I only saw her. I still see her." His words became strangely garbled at the end of the sentence, almost as if he were trying to force them out, and when he spoke again his voice was soft. "You don't...have to be loyal to me. Sooner or later, you'll see that you deserve better than me. Far will put you with another male, one that might actually treat you the way you deserve. You won't have to willingly spend your time in the company of someone who murdered his last mate."

tags: Selene
words: 861
muse: Good!
notes: Król doesn't believe he's good enough for Selene AND I'M ACTUALLY WEEPING

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KROLL
Seven years | Male | Tundra Wolf | Aludri bound