Fire and Ice [Beowulf]

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Mar 14, 2020 14:58:07 GMT -6

Post by Siren on Mar 14, 2020 14:58:07 GMT -6

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[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]Life within Khalsa had changed drastically since she had first joined the pack. She had been forced into this life and she had taken it the best that she could. Finally, some things changed for the better. She was a slave, a tool to the males of the pack - to use and abuse. Of the worst in her eyes, held the top three - which eventually dropped to just two: Kharak, Kalique, and Beowulf. In their time together, Kalique and Siren found a love for one another - in each other. It was so strong, it was something that Siren herself could not even comprehend. She loved him though, whole-heartedly. Nothing could strip her love from the large and handsome male. They had been everything she wanted, she had always wanted a true and real love. He was giving that very thing, that wish to her. She wanted nothing more for her life, than to have many more litters with him, to raise their family with pride, and just be happy. She knew about the other doings he had going on, she knew about the others. She tried to force them from her mind, but it was hard to think about sharing her mate with any others. Siren knew why he had to, she would never forget the rage that forced him to harm her - forced one of her own babies to die in the womb. It was a sad realization, but it opened both of their eyes.

The other two demons that haunted her, they still lingered around the lands. Of course, Kharak was the leader, the Rajah. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He would probably haunt her for the rest of her days. Siren came to respect him as a leader, after all, he had been the one to grant her the new role she now claimed as a way to protect her from other members of the pack. No other male, aside from Kalique, could touch her. She had to be thankful to him. She was not sure how Kalique had been able to convince the Rajah himself to give up one of his Ganika - but it was a well known fact that Kalique possessed such a wonderful and intelligent silver tongue. He had smooth-talked his way into Siren's heart and mind. The male had picked her, she was blessed. Together, Kharak and Kalique, protected her from the demon with red eyes. Her hatred and disdain for him was something that was unmatched by any other. It overpowered her love for Kalique. The burning rage she felt every time she saw him - it was enough to make her feel sick with disgust. Why was he still around? He was close to Kalique and Kharak. She hated that. Every time she thought of that male, it made her ice cold eyes burn.

She made her way to the Southern Rim, a place where she really proved herself to Kalique. She looked over the side of the cliff, out to all the trees and foliage that laid beneath her. It was a beautiful sight, one she would never forget. She loved to come to this place, to remember why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Beowulf
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 100
OOC Name: Susy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/4461/mackenzie-valley-wolf-beowulf
Date of Birth: 7th April 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Red
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Mar 15, 2020 22:40:24 GMT -6

Post by Beowulf on Mar 15, 2020 22:40:24 GMT -6

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Large paws carried the wolf’s frame slowly and easily over the lands of Arit. The red-eyed male had only recently started exploring the new territory that Kharak had claimed for the quickly growing pack… and though he had grown up in the desert his whole life he had found that the milder conditions of the new territory were far more comfortable for him than the desert was. He had found himself spending more and more time out here as of late because of that. Today the large wolf had caught himself a small meal, a desert hare that had been close to what was the border of the Occasus and Arit, that he had eaten only half of and carried the rest carefully between his large jaws until he was almost upon the cliffs of the southern rim. He looked up as a new scent reached his nostrils, a familiar one… but not one he had come in direct contact with in quite some time. His red eyes soon found the grey and white form of the female that he had only run into one time before, and what a fun time it had been, but he knew there would be no repeat of that time for him.

Beowulf soon came toward Siren’s side, clearing his throat as he approached, and dropped the half of the hare he had not eaten yet beside her before settling himself into a sitting position a few feet from her side and looked out over the cliff, “Siren, long time no see.” he said a bit gruffly. He looked over at her for a moment, wondering just how much the bitter female disliked him, “I see you’ve been well… Kalique seems to really like you.” he finished off, “If you’re hungry, I don’t plan on eating the rest of that hare… it’s yours if you want it.” he said with a small shrug. The blue-eyed female had never let it be a secret that she despised him and that had always amused the brown brute, after all… at the time he had taken her she had held a position where it was her duty to serve the males of Khalsa, he could not understand why the female held such strong hatred for him. He watched her, wondering how his appearance would affect her and what she would do in response… he had not done much over the last few days, so perhaps this interaction would bring him some sort of entertainment.

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notes|| eyes like fire, but chill as ice. xD
Ria P.

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6 yrs .x. Mackenzie Valley .x. Male .x. Single .x. Khalsa Srhaada

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Mar 16, 2020 12:39:49 GMT -6

Post by Siren on Mar 16, 2020 12:39:49 GMT -6

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[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]The small female had not been focusing on her surroundings, instead she was too spaced out in her mind, looking over the trees beneath the cliffs. It was calming and peaceful for her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, allowing her chest to rise to the fullest it could, and release back to normal. She was content here, not a care in the world at the moment. Everything in her life was at peace, with the exception of one thing she always pushed away from her mind. It was better to not think of those horrid things. It was not until she heard her voice, that she realized a wolf was near her. The fur along her spine stood on end. She knew exactly who it was even without having to look at him. She didn't have to feel the anger and the hatred that she felt for him. She was safe in her new position, and unfortunately for her - Kalique and Beowulf had gotten rather close. It was a good thing for Siren, but she hated that her mate could befriend any monster that would do to her what he had done. She loathed Beowulf with every fiber in her body. Some nights she still had the nightmares of how rude and pushy he had been. It took everything in her not to snarl at him. He offered her the hare, and of course her stomach growled in excitement. But she could not accept the food from him. Was this some kind of sick tactic the male had?

The only thing she could think of was to remind him of her position. Her heat was in full bloom, Kalique had not been around to satiate the desires that burned inside of her. "I am Kimmati now, Beowulf." Her voice came out in a hiss with disdain. With the mention of her mate, she felt she needed to correct him. "He doe snot just like me, he loves me." If any others had said the same thing, she might not have corrected them in such a manner. But this was Beowulf. Any chance she got, she wanted to correct him. She wanted to put him in her place for that one time he had done it to her. Revenge was a meal best served cold. She could have flaunted her heat to him - but even the idea that he had a chance to feel what it was like inside of her again made her stomach turn with disgust. She could have vomited right there, just thinking about giving him a chance at anything. "Not enjoying your duties, Red Eyes?" She said as her ice cold stare turned to look towards his direction. The more she sat right there, the louder her stomach begged for the meal. But she could not bring herself to accept anything from that wolf.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Beowulf
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 100
OOC Name: Susy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/4461/mackenzie-valley-wolf-beowulf
Date of Birth: 7th April 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Red
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Apr 7, 2020 16:54:08 GMT -6

Post by Beowulf on Apr 7, 2020 16:54:08 GMT -6

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The large brown and white brute remained sitting where he was as he waited for the female’s reaction, knowing it would be an angry but amusing one. He looked out over the cliffs in the direction that the female’s own gaze had been directed when he first approached her, he was curious about what she had been watching but knowing the grey hued female, or rather assuming because of how delusional she seemed about him, he figured there actually wasn’t anything out there and she was just making things up in her head. He noted that the scent of her heat was rather heavy… it seemed her core had not been fulfilled by his silver-eyed friend and Beowulf could not help but smirk at the idea, perhaps even he was starting to realize she was a crazy bitch… but that wasn’t his business and as such he wouldn’t bring up such an idea, no matter how much it amused him. He was surprised that she didn’t immediately take the hare he offered her… sure it wasn’t a whole thing, he had been hungry when he caught it after all… but she should be grateful he did anything for her at all.

An ear flicked in her direction when she did finally speak and the fact that she felt the need to state her position in the pack simply made the brute laugh… and laugh he did. Rather, it came out as more of a chuckle as he turned his crown to see the blue-eyed bitch better as he spoke, “I find it amusing that you think you need to tell me what rank you hold. If you still had your past rank you would already be underneath me and that hare would not have found its way here.” he responded, baritone notes laced with the amusement he felt. He truly did not understand her disdain for him, particularly not when the bitch seemed so willing to forgive her dear mate for the way he and the Rajah had first taken her… it was part of what made her hatred for him so laughable. “If you say so.” was all he said in return to her statement about the monochrome male’s feelings to her… for all she knew the brute had confided something to him that he would not dare say to her, that was not the case… but he was amused at the idea that this female still let him ruffle her feathers as much as she did.

“My duties are none of your concern.” he said simply, “I’m not the one wasting the day away by sitting atop a cliff when I should be hunting for my mate or fulfilling other needs for the male that is the sole reason I have my rank.” he finished off, a shrug once again at the end of his statement, “But then again, just as my duties are no concern of yours, I don’t care what you do about yours.” his red gaze dropped to the half eaten hair by her paws once again, “Now, if you are certain you don’t want the rest of that, I’m sure I can find a Ganika that would appreciate it more.” he said as his gaze came back to her ice-cold glare.

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Ria P.

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6 yrs .x. Mackenzie Valley .x. Male .x. Single .x. Khalsa Srhaada

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Apr 9, 2020 6:30:55 GMT -6

Post by Siren on Apr 9, 2020 6:30:55 GMT -6

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[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]Nothing in the world had ever been able to create such a temper in her than what Beowulf was able to craft. In all of her years within Khalsa, he was the one stain on her memory that she could not erase. Yes, she forgave Kharak for raping her not once, but twice and forcing her to have his litter. He didn't care for those pups, and she couldn't really say that she did either. She wanted nothing more than to mother a litter from just her mate. But that had been out of the question. The one litter they did have, all died before they could take their first breath. It upset her to her core to think she may never be able to carry his young to life. And here Beowulf sat beside her, telling her that Kalique didn't truly love her. Hearing his stupid words of "if you say so," made her blood boil. She was angered by him. She wanted nothing more than to watch him bleeding out beneath her paws. She could only thank the gods that when they had met, she was already pregnant because the idea that she would have to bring his young to life was sickening. She could have vomited on the spot, had she thought of it more.

"You know nothing of love, Beowulf. All you will ever feel is lust and the pain of knowing that nobody will ever love you in return." Her voice was quick, angered by him. She wanted to walk away, but this was her happy place. This was where she and Kalique actually stated they loved one another. Ice blue eyes stared at the male, watching him and secretly hoping his dumb self would move and he would fall right off the edge of the cliff. Of course, she could only be so lucky for that to actually happen. "Don't worry yourself with what my mate and I do for one another. He does not need me to hunt for him, he is much more capable to do so for himself - more so than you and Kharak. He is the most intelligent male around here, and if he wanted - he could take this whole pack. But he adores Kharak, and somehow likes you." The words tasted like bile coming out of her lips. How Kalique could ever moderately like Beowulf was a mystery to her - one she would probably never solve. The female stared, judging him, and her nose continuously picked up the scent of the rabbit's blood.

Temptation was a dangerous game and she knew this. If she took the food from him, would that mean she was submitting to the idea that she could accept things from him? Her stomach ravaged her insides, as though she had not eaten in all of her life. She wanted that food. But taking anything from the red-eyed demon was enough to make her sick. Surely he would parade this little fact to her time and time again. Instead of falling to temptation, Siren used her paw to shove the hare right off the edge. It fell to the depths below. Her eyes turned off the male and watched as the hare disappeared into the tops of the trees. When it could no longer be seen, she lifted her head back up to the male. "Oops." Her single word was oozing with sarcasm.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Beowulf
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 100
OOC Name: Susy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/4461/mackenzie-valley-wolf-beowulf
Date of Birth: 7th April 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Red
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] May 16, 2020 10:37:54 GMT -6

Post by Beowulf on May 16, 2020 10:37:54 GMT -6

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The brute’s red gaze never left the other wolf’s face, he knew it was incredibly easy for him to get under her skin and the more he thought about it the more he wondered just how much she obsessed over him to feel so strongly. It had been years since their first encounter and she had been such a turn off in the end that he had never bothered himself with her again after that first ordeal. She seemed to have perfectly forgiven the two who had been the whole reason she ended up here, the ones that had essentially forced her into the rank that she held when he had met… and yet, he was hated still. None of it made sense to him and that was why he had come to the conclusion that the female was simply a crazy bitch, there was no other way around it, and therefore was actually glad that she wanted nothing to do with him. He still couldn’t help but wonder what Kalique saw in her, why he would have put himself on the line with Kharak for her… she was barely worth the air she breathed and yet, Kalique protected her and claimed her. How stupid.

Beowulf’s ear flicked in her direction as she spoke and a devilish grin came to his muzzle as he heard her words and the indignant, angered tone. She had found offense to his response for her claim that Kalique loved her and he let out another amused chuckle, “Siren, you’re so easy to upset… is so pathetic I almost feel sorry for you.” he said, the words rolling off his tongue before he even cared to think about what he was saying, “I never claimed to know anything about love. If you were so certain of his feelings for you, why on earth do you feel the need to justify them to me? Hmmm?” his shoulders rolled as a low laugh escaped his maw, “I care nothing for love. Lust brings pleasure at least, but love… all I’ve ever seen it bring is pain and stupidity.” he mused aloud, now looking out over the edge of the cliffs again. He was amazed that she had stayed for so long since he arrived, he could not remember the last time that she had stayed within a fifty foot radius of him. An ear twitched slightly when she spoke once more and all he could do was shake his head at her, “Kalique would be a fool to try to take this pack from Kharak, and the fact that he hasn’t tried is one of many that point to his intelligence… his choice in other matters however…” he ended his statement with a shrug, letting her fill in the blanks like he knew she would and become even angrier at him.

The brown pelted male heard the light thud of her paw hitting the half a hare and his muzzle lowered as his red orbs followed the shape of the fresh carcass as it fell… what a waste. “All you had to do was say no. How wasteful you are, maybe Kalique can help you be a littler smarter.” baritone vocals rumbled in an even tone. The only thing that bothered him about her reaction to the hare he had offered was that she had decided to waste the hare rather than simply say she didn’t want it… he knew it would likely be because he was the one offering it, but to let it go to waste? “It amuses me how much you hate me, you know? It’s almost like you seem to think I care about that.” he thought out loud. He debated whether or not to mention that he had enjoyed meeting her daughter a few days prior, but decided that she had made more than enough of a show of herself for one day and it would be something best left unsaid in this moment.

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Last Edit: May 16, 2020 10:38:46 GMT -6 by Beowulf

6 yrs .x. Mackenzie Valley .x. Male .x. Single .x. Khalsa Srhaada

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Aug 5, 2020 9:45:59 GMT -6

Post by Siren on Aug 5, 2020 9:45:59 GMT -6

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[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]Every inch of her body told her to run, to leave this area right away. But her stubborn nature kept her planted right there. He had the audacity to claim that she was almost obsessive about her hatred for him. That was not so, when he was not around, she did not think of him or worry about what he was doing. No, he was not even apparent in her mind. But with him being right here, right now - yeah, she had an issue. He claimed that she was pathetic. She scoffed in retort. If he wanted to see pathetic, he should go take a look in the lake at his own reflection. He was nothing special, though he paraded himself around the pack like he was. At least Kalique was humble. "Simply stating facts, no justification needed." She claimed as she looked to him once more. "Kalique does love me, and if given the chance - Kharak might've as well." In the beginning, Kharak did seem to take Siren a little more than he had others. He was kind-ish to her in his own Kharak way, but she didn't want his attention or anything else for that matter. She only had her blue eyes set on another, the only male. "Obviously you don't know much of anything - other than fulfilling your needs. I actually feel sorry for you, to be so close-minded about something so wonderful." That was probably the nicest thing she would ever say to him.

The red-eyed demon had agreed with Siren, that Kalique was in fact intelligent, but then he had insulted her as soon as he got done praising Kalique. Siren decided to try and cool her temper by just releasing hot breath from her nose. Her eyes never left his form, however. If she had the ability to use laser vision, his head would have exploded already. With the topic of the hare she knocked off the edge, Siren shrugged. "Then you should have eaten it all yourself." She spoke matter-of-fact. She got up from where she had been resting and shook out her coat. "I honestly could not give two shits to what you think about or care about. I look out for me and mine. That is what matters to me. I do not care to be loved, liked, or anything in between from anyone other than Kalique and my young." She gave one last look to him, mulling over a horrid idea in her mind. But he was seven inches taller and much heavier than she was. The likely-hood that she could successfully knock him off the cliff's edge was not in her favor. She thought to say something snarky, but instead left without another word, though he probably preferred it that way.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Beowulf
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 100
OOC Name: Susy
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/4461/mackenzie-valley-wolf-beowulf
Date of Birth: 7th April 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Mackenzie Valley
Height: 37 inches
Weight: 155 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Red
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Fire and Ice [Beowulf] Aug 9, 2020 18:26:57 GMT -6

Post by Beowulf on Aug 9, 2020 18:26:57 GMT -6

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Beowulf simply sat where he was and brought his gaze out over the cliffs, he could hear her retorting to his commentary but since he knew they would likely just be rambling repetitions of what she had already said before he decided he did not actually need to know what she was saying. He heard Kalique’s name as well as Kharak’s, and he heard her say she felt sorry for him. His red eyes briefly went to her, looking for some sort of sarcasm in her statement… it was the closest thing to being nice to him she had been since they first met and the sentiment almost puzzled him. She had stated and made it very clear numerous times that she did not care for him, and yet… she felt sorry for him?

The idea almost made him roll his eyes and huff at her, but since it truly was the closest to nice she had ever been, or probably ever would be, he decided to let it slide and make it seem as though he didn’t care by simply bringing his gaze back to the cliff side. After all, as the years passed and his age began to creep up, he had begun to feel recently as though he had wasted most of his life… it was true, he had never before truly wanted anything other than to be pleasured and enjoy what life he had left, since one never knew when their final days would come, but now that his life had been long and relatively unfulfilled he was beginning to think he had gone about it wrong… but he did not wish to share those thoughts with anyone, especially not the blue eyed bitch in his presence at the moment.

The red-eyed brute turned to face her more fully when he heard her breathe out slowly through her nose, probably at the not subtle insult he had given her, and only let out half a chuckle when she responded to his statements about her wasting the partial hare he had offered her. She went on to reiterate, yet again, that she didn’t care what he thought or felt outside of her mate and children, and he almost let out a laugh. He had met two of her children and of the two only one seemed to feel any sort of love or care from her mother, and it was quite obvious that it was only because her sire was the silver-eyed male that she fawned over, “If that’s the case, then maybe you should consider focusing more on your young than Kalique, seems a few of them are cared for less than others simply because of who their father is.” Beowulf scoffed at the female before he also stood up and got ready to leave, “If you actually care for all of them, perhaps its time you start showing it to all of them equally… but, what do I know about love, right?” he said as he padded away, not bothering to see if she was leaving as well, not even really caring if she heard him or if she had anything to say to him either.

The interaction with her had lasted far longer than he had ever intended and now he was more than over the conversation, especially now that his own thoughts had gotten out of hand as far as his life went. He still did not see what it was that Kalique saw in her, but he found himself almost praying to the Gods that he did not have such an intimate interaction with her her again.

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Ria P.

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Last Edit: Aug 9, 2020 18:33:56 GMT -6 by Beowulf

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