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Dyani
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 17
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5667/dyani-grey-timber-red-wolf
Date of Birth: May 14th, 2017
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 32''
Weight: 125 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

circular road [Baasir] Mar 6, 2020 21:38:38 GMT -6

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Post by Dyani on Mar 6, 2020 21:38:38 GMT -6

She hated it here.

After escaping from under her father's oppressive rule and striking out on her own, after promising herself that she would never again bend to the whims of a male, Dyani had found herself violated and imprisoned by this barbaric pack that called itself Khalsa, all for attempting to rest her aching limbs and get a proper meal in her before night fell and she was forced to find shelter. Perhaps she had been a bit short towards them, yes- but who could have blamed her, seeing two large males treating her so aggressively after she had just barely managed to escape from the harsh treatment that her own father had subjected her to all those years? Who could have blamed her for secretly being afraid of just what they could be capable of, which had lead to her lashing out and subsequently being punished for it? Though Dyani could not think back on her own violation for fear of her traumas consuming her, the Red mix's anger and hatred towards Beowulf and Kalique- the two males who had found her in the desert and put her through such tortures- burned inside her like a raging fire, hardening her resolve to never forget what they had done or forgive them for it regardless of just how long she would be trapped within Khalsa's lands.

The next time that she was alone with either male, the next time that they showed any signs of vulnerability towards her, she would slit their pathetic throats and run for the hills. That much she could ensure, with all the power and dignity that she still held within her.

In order to keep herself from completely withdrawing into her mind and giving in to the shadows that lurked there, taunting her with old traumas and threatening to tear down the walls that she had tried so hard to build around her psyche, Dyani had been wandering. She was not stupid enough to imagine that she could flee from the Occasus during the day, when most of the Khalsa members were actively patrolling, nor did she imagine that she wouldn't be under constant scrutiny in her time within these lands, given that the brutes that called this pack home clearly saw her as nothing more than an object to be used at their leisure. She would escape from here eventually, if driven only by her determination and resolve to not let males have control over her again- but first she had to think of a cohesive plan for escaping the lands of Khalsa, and wandering was precisely what would allow her to formulate such a plan. If she could manage to poison her own father using nothing more than her own intellect and skill- as well as relying on a great deal of luck- then surely she could leave this wretched place before the brutes that had dragged her here even noticed that she was gone.

But even wandering and being lost in her own thoughts was exhausting, after a time, and Dyani figured that she might as well take advantage of the fact that she was now a "member" of this ghastly excuse for a pack while she could by making use of the resources around her. Her paws pressing into the soft sand that bordered the river, the Red mix lowered her muzzle demurely to take a few gentle sips from the water, lifting her head to watch the excess droplets take the suicide plunge back into the river's surface before stepping away from the edge. Lowering herself into a seated position, Dyani was about to be content with the relative peace and quiet that she had been afforded for a change, taking in a deep inhale of the desert air in spite of herself- at least until the sound of pawsteps sounded in the foliage behind her, causing her head to whip around while her eyes narrowed into blue slits, a growl already beginning to rumble within her throat. "Do you brutes think me incapable of going anywhere without a chaperone?" she spat, the fur along her spine rippling with anger. "Or do you simply want to use me as a glorified punching bag again?"

Word Count: 705
Playmates: Baasir
Other: Lmao she big mad

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Three years | Female | Grey x Timber x Red Wolf | Khalsa Ganika

Baasir
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 55
OOC Name: Nia
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/1429/mackenzie-valley-wolf-judah
Date of Birth: 7/16/14
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 36 in
Weight: 135 lbs
Coat Color: Black, White
Eye Color: Orange
Language: 0
Violence: 0
Sexual Content: 0

circular road [Baasir] Apr 1, 2020 13:05:34 GMT -6

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Post by Baasir on Apr 1, 2020 13:05:34 GMT -6

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A couple of months had passed since his coupling with the small female named Harpy. The breeding season had fallen upon them again and the Mackenzie Valley brute knew that his opportunities were numbered so he had sought out one of the Ganikas to see if they would be up for it which is how he had found the monochrome canine. Baasir was never one to force a she-wolf even though that’s how most of the males were in Khalsa, though he never held it against them. The Paala just didn’t have it in him to force himself on someone that was unwilling. It had taken him a while to even have to balls to mate with a female in the first place but thankfully Beowulf and Isolde showed him the way and helped boost his confidence. He hoped that his mating with Harpy would result in a family that he dearly wanted but that didn’t end up being the case. Baasir hadn’t heard from or seen the small female since the day they had gotten together. This ate at his heart but he respected whatever she was doing and knew that he would just have to move on.

Today he decided to make his way over to his favorite place in The Occasus. The Aughghar River was where a lot of his good memories took place despite it being where he and Harpy had met. It was where he had met Isolde who was his first friend in Khalsa and it was also where her and Beowulf had helped him out. There was also a feeling of peacefulness that the river brought about with the sounds of rushing water. This was his place to go to anytime he was dealing with troubling feelings like he was right now with the emptiness that was starting to consume him. Ivory paws carried his frame through the sandy terrain at a swift trot, only slowing down once the body of water was in his field of view. The familiar sound of the water moving down the river reminded him of how thirsty he was and that he needed to quench it before doing anything else. However, before he could draw closer to the source of water, the scent of another caught his attention.

It belonged to a female that held that scent of Khalsa making her a fellow packmate that he had yet to meet. Baasir’s curiousity caused him to set aside his needs and go see who this girl was. After a few minutes of walking, the Paala spotted her and it appeared that she was already aware of him for she spatted of at him accusing him of things he did not do. Confused as to what she was so angered about, the Mackenzie Valley brute stopped dead in his tracks for it was obvious that this she-wolf was not wanting his company. He thought about just walking away and leaving her be but part of him was eager to find out what was troubling her that way he could maybe help her. The monochrome canine hated seeing others in pain and it was this that led him to choose to stay and discover what was going on.

“Hello?”

Dyani

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Dyani
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 17
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5667/dyani-grey-timber-red-wolf
Date of Birth: May 14th, 2017
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 32''
Weight: 125 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

circular road [Baasir] May 21, 2020 22:44:11 GMT -6

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Post by Dyani on May 21, 2020 22:44:11 GMT -6

It did not occur to Dyani, as the male's black and white form came into view, that the stranger had a good three inches over her- or possibly more- and that provoking him was likely not a wise choice. It did not occur to her that he could very well be her superior within the pack, and thus needed to be shown the proper level of respect should she hope to make it out of this encounter in one piece. In the Red mix's mind, all of the males within Khalsa were the same. Just slavering, stupid brutes, who would take any opportunity they were given to use her as either a glorified punching bag or something to take every sexual frustration that they had ever bottled up out on. If this stranger honestly thought that his higher rank within this pack meant that she would simply go belly up and act like another perfect little drone towards him, he had quite another thing coming. Dyani would sooner die than submit to the brutes found within this pack, and it showed in the cold look she directed in his direction, almost as if daring him to try and make a move against her. She'd be quick to show him that she was not as willing of a plaything as all the other females that called Khalsa home.

He attempted to act confused, in the face of her angry words- as if he was honestly unaware of the brutality that the members of his pack were capable of showing. As if he had turned a blind eye to the misdeeds before, or was simply too stupid to think of them as the horrendous acts that they were rather than some perverted badge of honor. It was likely an attempt to lure her into a false sense of security, a way to make her more complacent to the treatment she had received thus far, and Dyani would not fall for such an obvious trick so easily. So as he stood there and attempted to bumble his way through an introduction, her eyes simply narrowed even further until they were little more than blue slits, words coming out laced with venom. "Don't act coy with me," she snapped, the fur along her spine bristling with rage. "You know perfectly well what the brutes in this pack are capable of. You're one of them yourself. And you will not fool me with this charade of kindess." Honeyed words had not stopped her father from taking advantage of her, after all, had not stopped him from giving her the ugly scar that now decorated her hind leg. This male would likely prove to be just as slimy as the rest, once she peeled back the mask to reveal the rot underneath.

He did nothing and said nothing, even as she continued to fix him with her steely gaze- almost as if he was playing dumb in an effort to escape from her accusations. Giving an ill-tempered snort under her breath, Dyani tossed her head haughtily, her words coming out no less biting as she stared him down. "Well? You do possess the power of speech, do you not?" The last thing she wanted to deal with was a mute idiot on top of everything else, and it showed in the way her tail gave an irritated lash behind her as she continued. "You could at least tell me your name, instead of standing there like a petrified rabbit. Or are you truly just as dull as you make yourself out to be?"

Word Count: 597
Playmates: Baasir
Other: Dyani I am literally going to smack you

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Three years | Female | Grey x Timber x Red Wolf | Khalsa Ganika

Baasir
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 55
OOC Name: Nia
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/1429/mackenzie-valley-wolf-judah
Date of Birth: 7/16/14
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 36 in
Weight: 135 lbs
Coat Color: Black, White
Eye Color: Orange
Language: 0
Violence: 0
Sexual Content: 0

circular road [Baasir] Nov 9, 2020 19:40:14 GMT -6

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Post by Baasir on Nov 9, 2020 19:40:14 GMT -6

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The Mackenzie Valley brute was visibly surprised when the female snapped at his greeting. She immediately started to go off on him, accusing him of trying to act coy with her which wasn’t his intention by any means. Of all the males in Khalsa that he knew, Baasir was one of the more gentle ones when it came to the ladies of the pack. He wasn’t the type to forcibly take someone against their will, nor was he the kind of individual that was often looking for sex. Most days he just enjoyed the genuine company of others. However, it appeared that whoever this she-wolf was just automatically expected that he would try and have his way with her. Orange eyes watched her intently as she continued to tear into him, patiently waiting for when he could get the opportunity to try and settle down the raging canine. When the strange female finally seemed to want to hear from him, he took a deep breath before opening his maw to speak.

“I meant no offense with my greeting to you miss nor am I trying to pull any tricks on you. Not all males in Khalsa are like how you describe but I have a feeling you are going to have a hard time believing that so just allow me to show you. My name is Baasir, and I am one of the Paalas of Khalsa. Who might you be?”

Once he was done speaking, Baasir lowered his body to the ground below him and got himself comfortable. There was no need for him to be standing up since he had no intent on showing any form of dominance and he wanted the wired she-wolf to feel as relaxed as possible. He wanted to show how he meant her no harm and how he was a friend, not an enemy.

Dyani

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Dyani
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 17
OOC Name: Rosalina
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5667/dyani-grey-timber-red-wolf
Date of Birth: May 14th, 2017
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 32''
Weight: 125 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

circular road [Baasir] Nov 20, 2020 3:11:46 GMT -6

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Post by Dyani on Nov 20, 2020 3:11:46 GMT -6

The male honestly seemed surprised over her outburst towards him, and rather than the fact reassuring her like it would likely have done with any other wolf, Dyani only felt her anger burn even brighter at the sight of it. Surprised. As if her anger and distrust was entirely unjustified, as if he was not a product of the system that had led her to be used and abused time and time again. If he was of a higher rank within Khalsa, as most of its male members seemed to be, then there was little doubt in her mind that he had reason to be chummy with the two brutes that had found her in the desert those many months ago. It was even entirely plausible that he sympathized with their rough treatment of her, rather than viewing it as the deplorable act that most wolves with even half a brain would. It was all those reasons and more that forced Dyani to pin her startlingly blue gaze onto him with all the force that she could possibly put behind such an action, refusing to let her guard down even for a moment. Her father had had the capability to be kind and chivalrous too, and yet he had forced himself onto her all the same, cooing sweet nothings into her ear while using her as he saw fit. She would no longer fall for such charades.

Even as his words came out mild- thank the heavens, he at least possessed the power of speech- Dyani continued to glare and bristle, certain that at any moment the friendly façade would fall away to reveal the slimy depths underneath. "No tricks? I presume you tell that to all of the females you force yourself upon," she spat out, the fur along her spine bristling like an angry cat's as she continued. "Enough of them are like that for me to know that this is a corrupt organization. One that thrives upon enacting its will over females without their say in the matter. The very fact that you willingly choose to be a part of it is proof enough of your sliminess, brute." Was he honestly trying to defend the males of Khalsa? Defend the fact that they were all inherently guilty of misdeeds, that they all inherently had a part in her treatment, because of who they chose to follow? If this male honestly wanted her to trust that his kind actions were genuine and not born out of some ulterior motive, he was going to have to try much harder than that. She had trusted in the past only to be stabbed in the back once her guard was down, after all, and Dyani was not keen on making the same mistake again.

But unlike the males in the desert who had first brought her to Khalsa, the brute in front of her seemed to at least be attempting to play nice . Whether it was an attempt at getting her to lower her guard so that he could have his way with her- or something else entirely- Dyani didn't truly know, but it couldn't hurt to at least give him her name, if nothing else. Her gaze no longer looking quite as sharp, the Red mix watched as he lowered himself into a laying position, reasoning with herself that it would at least take some time for him to get up from said posture in order to attack her or do any number of other dastardly deeds. Should the situation turn hostile, she was smaller and faster than he was, and could therefore have a chance at making a clean getaway. The thought was enough to reassure her by the smallest of degrees as she stood there, her words coming out slightly less biting than they had been before. "If you must know, my name is Dyani. And I highly doubt that anything you show me will change my mind on such a matter, but by all means. Feel free to try." The ghost of a smirk nearly crossed the female's face before she remembered her manners, shifting her weight slightly to take some of the pressure off of her injured leg as she continued to stare impassively at her company.

Word Count: 712
Playmates: Baasir
Other: Making a SMALL amount of progress perhaps