Bloodlust

Bloodlust stumbled over the land, with three squirming pups in her mouth. Bloodlust set down the pups, her jaw muscles aching like heck. She had been traveling for who knows how long, looking for a pack after loosing her mate. Gasping she laid down, letting the pups nurse from her.

A fresh smell of marking filled the air, she was in a pack land. Dismay swept threw her as she thought of the wolves killing her, leaving her pups to die. I should warn the pack I'm here

But she was to fatigued. Maybe they'd give ransome to her?

Kalaber

Now a year old he had left his mother for alittle as she slept and was moving through his fathers terra and marking it again when he smelt a mother and pups and he stood listening and smelling and he immediatly ran straight toward the source.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust growled but saw it was no harm, nothign but a offspring. Yet he could not be trusted, her fur stood up slightlym a motherly instinct. " Who are you. If you touch my pups, I'll kill you." Bloodlust snarled, then calmed down, "I'm Bloodlust, if you wanted to know"

Tyrant

From the shadows, the black giant formed and stalked out. Well over 3 feet tall and weighin 180 pounds, he lumbered forth to the new commer and the heir. He thought almost nothing of his brother's son but nodded respectfully then looked to the mother. "My brother is away on... business. Watch your mouth to this pup, he is the heir to the lands." He gave no snarl, no open threat but his eyes did show he would tear apart anyone who harmed Kalaber. "Kalaber, wouldn't you like to ask your mother if the lovely young fea could stay? It is what your father would want. He's always open to those in need of a home." His tone was cool, deep but held no anger or emotion. Even the words 'lovely young fea' seemed empty.

Out of the wild blue, the giant brute smile with a soft chuckle. "I should formally introduce myself, where are my manners? My name is Tyrant, middle child of Vicious and Fallen. Second eldest from all of the.... Lovely little offspring my father created" His eyes wandered to Kalaber, the eldest and only grandson of Vicious. His smirk tugged again at his lips. "That is a formal introduction child. Now introduce yourself." His smile was obviously fake now, it had been. He was like his father, but not so harsh or cruel. Crimson orbs turned to the fea and waited for Kalaber to announce who he was.

Kalaber

His lip twitched as she threatened him.His fangs bared briefly and was about to retort when tyrant appeared.He gazed up at him and then turned back to the fae.He listened."Im kalaber"was all he said."Fine i shall ask her thoguh she isn't very happy at the moment"HE then turned and headed in the dens direction.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust nodded absently, her paws were bleeding slightly from the thorns that pierced her pads. "I would be delighted" Bloodlust said, her voice was still cool but a tint of happiness. She laid there for a moment before stumbling to her paws, picking up Nightshade and Phantom in her maws. Knowing Phanto was cabable of following her mother, being the first born and strongest.

" Where will my 'den' be?" Bloodlust asked Tyrant.

Ressurrection

I had been wandering for some time, my mind on freedom and happiness. I was coming to realize, there was no happiness in this world. Females were forcebred, I was a product of that, everywhere. Darkness lurked in every being, you just had to find it. As I came back to my homelands, my nares caught the scent of another and her offspring. I hid in the bushes and listened to her speak her name then Tyrant appeared. I growled softly and came out of my hiding place, a dark look sent to my half brother. "I am Ressurrection, daughter of Viscious and Kage." I say to Bloodlust, my eyes cold and just as empty as Tyrants. Acting had become a big part of my life. But, at least this time I was giving my true name. But then again, we were in the packlands. She may as well know now.

White Tip

White tip the only alpha at the moment finally showed up after talking to her son.She glanced at ressurrection sadness in whites eyes but then she turned to the new female."I am White Tip Alphess of these lands If you can make yourself a den or find one that doesn't have a scent lingering on it then you may take it but do realize that if we are attacked you are expected to leave your pups and helpf defend the territory."She growled lightly.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust nodded to White Tip. " I respect packs." Bloodlust decided to dig her own hole, rather then spend hours looking for a empty one. She placed her pups in some brush, scrapping dirt with her paws.

Tyrant

Dark deep red eyes stared hard to bloodlust as she spoke of a den, the feeling of a presence began to rise the hairs on his back. The hairs so slightly raised it would have taken a keen eye to see. As Ressurection appeared, only a turned ear signified his acknowledgment of her being. His eyes never left Bloodlust until the alphess made clear that she was in the land. He gave a sly smirk to the mother as if saying 'good luck'

When White Tip approached, he gave a simple nod, nothing more because he was not apart of this pack. Now was the time his attention went to Ressurection, deeper orbs almost challenging the fea, but a reckless smile placed over anger. "Hello dear... sister. I hope you had a good outing. You kind of abandoned your pack while they needed you most." He growled, temper rising just a little as his pulse quickened in a pleasurable hatred to nothing in particular. The words of the alphess made him turn to the mothering wolf. His yes suddenly heartless but wide in interest to how White was taking very good care of the lands in Crucified's absence.

"Very well done White Tip." He said viciously under his voice. The tone was nothing more than his nature, he ment no danger by it. "You would make him very proud. Too bad he couldn't take the simplicities of life and dove head first into a river of concrete and idioticy." He growled and smirked, then lowered his head in respect again. The next news most traumatic. "Crucified.... Is no longer Crucified, He know longer is mates with you, he no longer has children. He can't remember who he is, or where he came from. Your Lead, and mate... Has amnesia." He was quiet, ready to let the information slowly and painfully sink in. His muscles tensed then relaxed as pupils grew small in their comforts. He once again turned to Ressurection, his eyes narrowing on her then giving a blank stare to Kalaber. "You're a lucky kid. Just remember this, Shit happens to the lucky ones.. but they always seem to pull through." He whispered.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust overheard Tyrant, her paws just dug deeper into the earth. Phanto and Phantom whimpered to their mother, cold and afraid of the new scents.

" Shush my children.

Bloodlust remembered the blood and gore of her mates battle against enemies. His stomach had een torn open, exposing his insides to the freezing cold and those memories stained her mind like a brand on a horses hindquarter. Bloodlust shuttered, those damn wolves hated her mate for his wealth and lovely mate.

Then she had been the one to run, far, far away. This is the reason she turned up here, homeless and afraid...a reason her attitude was stone hard.

White Tip

She listened to tyrant and growled slightly but when the news came to her of his amnesia this made her even more sad.She now knew that he would never be her mate again most likly.Her ears twitch and her tail lowers for a second and then just turns away and heads to the deeper part of the land to be by herself.

Kalaber he listened and watched his mother.He could tell by her tail and ear motions that she wanted to be left alone."Great did you have to go and say that like that you could of just told her that he was not well"He growled and moved awy.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust looked over her furry shoulder, wondering why they were fighting in some sort of way. Although this wasn't here business, she couldn't help but wonder. Bloodlust dug deeper into the earth, her veins pulsing with anticpation. The alpha male? Missing...

Tyrant

He gave a stern look of almost dark humor, "Child, you have to learn reality is not gentle. You are the lead brute unless your father returns to his senses. He took hold of this pack at about your age you know." He smiled softly and turned to Bloodlust, "Did you need an escort to the dens my dear?" He could fool anyone with his devilish looks. A lovely scar placed right atop his nose, consuming the whole top part of his muzzle. The fur grew back a pale gray, It was almost a perfect circle, as if the scar represented the a round saw blade. It's what he got for trying to be like his father. However his eyes held something deeper. Colder, he was too kind for comfort. Kind yet harsh, a two headed dog, maybe even three. Only Cerberus could know.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust gave a small smile at the brute. " Yes, the earth seems to hard from my sore paws. Maybe I can find a empty one" Bloodlust licked each of her pups and then looked at Tyrant with a hot glare, although she did not mean anything at all

ressurection

My eyes follow my half brother and the same coldness that he holds so well I hold. I turn my dial to Bloodlust and say in a cold tone "Don't trust the devil, cherie. Hes nothing but trouble." I turn my eyes back to Tyrant and say in a softer tone so that only he can hear "This is no pack Tyrant. A pack that is filled with hatred for its leaderess and even its leader....Thats not a pack. Thats a massacre waiting to happen." I turn back to Bloodlust now and say in a 'kinder' tone "If you will follow me, I'll take you to the dens. You can have Ka- My mothers old den. She won't be using it any more." I had almost released my mothers name, a habit I had been forming so that no one knew that I was related to the bitch. Silently I stalk past my half brother, brushing roughly against him. I was the very image of his full sister Risen, oh joy.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust nodded a slowly nudged one of her pups forward, encouraging it to walk slowly with her and Ressurection. Bloodlust followed Ressurection carefully. " Where is the leader of this pack?"

Tyrant

Crimson eyes turned sly as she spoke to him, a cooley form took him. Answering her words out loud with no care. "I wont let that happen on my brother's turf. I've been here longer than you have sweetie." He saunter close behnind them as they made their way to the den. When Bloodlust began her own words her answered more kindly. So gentleman like, "The leader of this pack is away, ill, but I have a feeling he's going to be coming here soon enough." He said strongly and passed them. Bushy black tail taping gently at his hocks as he made his way to the den site.

Bloodlust

Bloodlust only nodded and looked closely at the dens. Her nose whiffed a old one, with no new scent. " Is this one taken or not?" Bloodlust wondered, looking at Resurrection and Tyrant. " I don't want my head aten off by a fae."