Newborns A Foot

[Snowey]

Silver slender female stood above the brood the brood of the last alpha Chaos, the two wriggling grey bundles below her were hers and his own. The first of his brood or so she thought he had never told her of the others, but thoughts of his return did cross her mind the large ebony silver scarred male with emerald pools. She tilted her slim head maw parted then a lonely howl set forth for her mate, as silver hues watched the twin children she had birthed with much effort and pain in the darkness of this very den. Audits spun listening for others if they were around, even if she felt like taking the pack she could she had one and only one superior Kostya that vile snake the crude malicious male those that think that it would be love at first sight for the two disturbed wolves would be wrong dead wrong literally try to say something like that would get you killed the brute has no love in his body incapable of it in truth or a far as she witnessed. She yawned stretched her body and her wings before wrapping her and the winged whelps, with her wings covering their fragile bodies.

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[Kostya]

Maw parted the bare foliage, the edges pressing firmly into his toxic mouth, his fangs glimpsed in the wry smile, and mild pleasure of branches rubbing hard against his flank. Pain, brief, deep, in his side made the dire wolf tilt his head, his eyes, brilliant blue but so flat it was a startling lifelessness, shifting over to the side, ears shifting with it. Yes, how boring this area, with no one to torment, with no one to test -- the smile parted into a grin, a vicious, snarling expression that made lines mark deep into visage: scars riddling his left cheek creased, turned uglier than usual, but the brute had never been pretty, and his gigantic size had only further intimidated others.

It didn't matter that his personality was as volatile as his own poisoned mouth; blackness exuded over his tongue, dripping down over his maw, to hang like disgusting drool, to part when a howl rose high and his expression darkened. The snow sizzled when the poison touched it's virgin white surface, immediately sinking down to the lowest level of earth. Hmm, -- and he moved in that direction, his ears flicked upward, the curling horns disguised within the winter coat of his body.

Step, step, step, and the insanity seemed to step before him; silence heralded his approach for all seemed to have an instinctual knowledge of his deadliness, and kept silent for fear of provoking him. When the stench of pups slithered through his nostrils, they flared, hackles rising with excitement, strange white circles lining out the flat pools of his eyes, making them excited, strange, -- ethereal almost. Step, step, step and his massive bulk slid through the hollow his voice chuckling out, "Well, well, well, the bitch has whelps. How utterly -------- fantastic.[/b]"

Something other was in his expression, though he had not yet laid eyes on the pups himself. It was a madness in his skin that made him crave child's flesh, and he had no qualms in seeking it out, in finding it, and taking what he wanted. This celebration of birth might turn into something quite different if the other didn't tread carefully, tread cleverly. He snorted -- doubted the existence of anyone more clever than him, or so his ego would tell him these vicious lies. So arrogant. So hostile. [/color][/size]

[Snowey]

She blinked sleepily with no interest before repling "Your point? Even I get lonely." she looked at the cavern walls now with dull silver pools, "What do you want I ain't got all day." she said irritably.

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[Kostya]

Snow sliding down, down, piling up -- and he the stiff statue staring through the blizzard; there was a mysticism that seemed to work through his bones, made of him a natural predator in the darkness of his home. This home, any home. The land was his own, and the land seemed to welcome him with silence, to lead him down the paths of the fallen and show him glory, show him bitter cold -- double layered fur enabled him to live, to breath when frostbitten breath fogs the air. The cold was no so terrible. Not now, at least.

The leaves had just finished rotting, and the snows had just started to come. To see the silver-hued wolf there in all her glory reminded him of a fallen effigy. Spurned from the very mountains, from the very home in which they had been birthed. She had chosen an outsider, to share her blood with those who were not worthy, and would never be worthy. Chaos? Who was he, to the greatness of dire nobility? But Konstantine had never had a fancy for the winged fae, finding her wings provoked a more visceral hunger of the belly than of the groin. That intermingling of bird and wolf teased him now as his nostrils flared and he inhaled her scent, making a disgusting show of it. "Quite the contrary, my dear. You have all the time in the world." He chuckled at her disinterested turn of maw, of the way in which she seemed to be shielding her pups from him.

How utterly droll! Tread cleverly!

Kostya eased forward, a sickening smile turning the edges of his mouth, where toxic fumes seem to seep out. Bitter cold was in his blood. Frosty ice in his eyes. He was of the snows, of the cold, and mountain -- and when winter came, there was a disturbing easiness about his shoulders. Everything was going the way it was supposed to, for him, at least. He smiled, though it was not something so be relieved to see. Interest was never safe. Not from him.

[Snowey]

occ:Thought the egg part might be interesting Im throwing the idea around.

Ebony kissers curled showing off pearly white baring them at the mentally sick wolf who dared come forth toward her precious brood daring to release the scent of his noxious liquid, she knew she should had built a nest instead but without a mate and with winter closing in it would have decreased the survival chances of the whelps perhaps she should have let them die or leave them where she found Saber to hope they would be adopted like her adopted son so many moons ago at the Abandoning Hollow in the slimey sticky mud amoungst dead and decaying bodies, how their rotting flesh and feces smelled putrid it made her delicate nose wrinkle then the sight of a brown and white pup running towards her talking fast like his tongue was going to fall off soon then she was forced to raise him by Orchid the one who wanted him in the first place how that year went by so quickly and now suddenly that boy was a man. Sick demented words rolled off of Kostya's lips which envoked her to growl lowly fur fluffing and bristling she was given the appearance of an angry fox, apparently he had never messed with a mother before he appeared to find it amusing she hissed back "What's supposed to mean." she demanded silver hues watched him carefully noticing the shifts of his body language it's not like Eternal could run or hide from him he could just pierce a tree with his fangs and wilt it she wouldn't had had time to move her babies since it was unreasonable to try and move the two nestled so close to her in their safe havens protected by a colorful shell. Nurtured by the yokes that fed them and sustained them beneath the hard outter shell she had come here to keep them alive and warm incubating them with her warmth and pride she wondered how Chaos would take it since he was a mammal born live while she and her siblings were born of eggs due to their mother.

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[Snowey]

Occ: You want Annebelle to come in?

[Snowey]

Black padded ivory mitts scrapped the stone floors before looking up to see Kostya and Eternal she couldn't bare to call that thing her father what ever drove her mother to mate with him? The resemblance was visable, being the girl out of the litter with more testosterone she was mean and she had grown black horns from her skull but had piercing green pools and black audits like her mother Gem, bratty tones growled from her maw "What are you doing?" crystalline green pools narrowed at him and Eternal suspiciously.

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occ:sorry it's late.

[Kostya]

+ KONSTANTINE +
••• CALL ME KOSTYA •••

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
who art as black as hell, as dark as night

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He had never feared her, it was a pathetic fact that he secretly thought annoyed her; even before he had shown his truer, darker colors, she had trounced about with the air of one superior to his wit, to his prowess, and more importantly in sheer magnitude of life. It was where she had failed to recognize the monster lurking behind the emotionless pools of crystalline, that she had ceased to be anything worthwhile to him. A creature, marred by wings -- a creature that was not a wolf at all, but more bird, more appetizing than titillating. How ferocious his disregard for her, Kostya had only to ignore her before her entire existence had ceased to remain in his mind. It surprised him, sometimes, coming across her. Oh right, she still lives, -- as if he had forgotten he had never gotten around to killing her.

The emotions were the same, here, now; a contradictory desire to both ingratiate himself in her presence -- his dulled eyes shifted to the squirming brats whimpering under the shade of that awful, deformed wing; it shifted, hiding them from view, and the desire lashed itself about him, poison beginning to pool on his tongue. He wanted, he wanted, and Konstantine had never been in the business of denying himself. Why should he, when very few had the power to withstand him? He chuckled at the tone in her voice, in the disease he could see manifesting themselves in the manner of the children's birth. Eggs? Just another excuse to pretend to be what she wasn't: a wolf. She could yawn and ignore him, but Konstantine knew the truth, and he would forever be amused by her mere glimpse.

She had bedded a failure, and now lived with the consequential brats sucking out the very life inside of her. He opened his mouth, to say something scathing, luring her into anger, into blindness of emotion when another, more willing -- if only slightly less disgusting halfbreed brat of his own loins wandered in, her eyes staring at him as if he were the cause of her stupidity. Withholding a sigh of discontent, the giant dire wolf, smiled ever so sweetly at the unlovely halfbreed, murmuring so prettily, "We are reenacting your birth, my love." The joke, of course, would fall flat -- for what did she know of her own birth? Och, what did she know of anything?

He should have eaten her... Ears flicking back against his skull, the dire wolf suddenly ticked his head to the side, looking strangely enigmatic as bemusement colored his eyes. Why hadn't he? Unable to remember exactly why she remained alive, he turned his eyes on her, judging her as if in hopes of remember why, for Christ's sake, he hadn't torn into that delectable young pup flesh. Tail swished, strange memories moving through his head.

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[Snowey]

Low spitting growl ensued before tired cranky words followed "Spit it out bastard what do you want? If not leave me in this hell I have made for myself." it was likely he would to watch her struggle raising them on her own killing herself slowly overtime but it was also likely he could kill them knowing by Saber she was soft for children. It was hard to tell with him, so Kostya what will you do? Auds perked when the two wolves began to speak "So the demon has a demon spawn? Are you serious? Who the hell would mate with you?"

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Growl emminated from her maw "What do you mean Kostya? Are you talking about my mother?" she turned and retorted the female "My mother that's who!" she ignored the rest she would never call him father she had long forgotten things in her puphood as far back as her birth forgetting her mother and siblings.

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[Kostya]

+ KONSTANTINE +
••• CALL ME KOSTYA •••

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
who art as black as hell, as dark as night

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Taunting from one end, indignation from the other -- females never did know when to shut up; his eyes took on a bleak look, the flatness enhanced but for the little glint of darker, crueler intentions. Let the whelp learn her place, and the other to know what it's like to be at the mercy of Konstantine. She talks big, he thinks, his one ear, elongated and scarred flicking in the direction of Eternal. Yap, yap, yap, that's all he ever heard, all he ever would. Spit it out, spit it out, yap, yap, yap, and a dark rumbling of discontent ripped through the cavern of his chest, echoed only when the little brat decided to add her two inconsequential scents. He moves then -- let's the tension build as he stalks toward his daughter, the spawn he had let live -- though he could not remember why.

He circles her, pushes her forward with a brusque touch of his large, protruding shoulder and grins with a sickly delight, poison gushing over the curve of his tongue, the whiteness of fang darkened to an oily black stain. "Eternal, meet Annabelle: half-breed mutt I forgot to kill when I went to finish off the mother." he chuckles, his eyes sliding to the side to eye the spawn he had created, the half-breed. "I didn't expect her to survive the winter, but lo and behold, here she is as annoying as the mother had been."

Tail twitched, pelt moving as he anticipated the scalding words of his offspring, knowing her temper short and her disposition foul. "Annabelle, meet Eternal: deformed bird playing at wolf, once right-hand to a former Alphess, once plaything of the last Alpha, and now ... nothing of consequence at all. Ha, ha." the grin softens to a tender sort of smile, strange and threatening. "How the pretense just eats away at one's sense of humor, no?"

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[Snowey]

She glared at him he was metaphorically and physically threatening her and the whelps lives, 'sick bastard' she thought disdaintfully then she hissed "Fine, I know what your up to kill them it's not like they would live long anyways." she had coldly replied there was no way to get the male to spare their helpless lives it was Kostya he would only enjoy the begging like the sadist he was it was fated to happen this way without a male to protect them Chaos abandoned their family so his spawn would perish for their dam could live. Silver pools gazed over the colorful eggs with a hidden sorrow if she tryed maybe she could save one to save both would require friends or their good for nothing father. But which could she save? Could she do it alone?

Yelp ensued when the brute dared to touch her and push her forward how she detested him and lucky him he was pressing all the wrong buttons starting with her mother snappily replying after spinning around to face him "So you killed her, I wish someone would kill you!" she shouted at him getting in a defensive position she had a haughty and a bad personality combination both deadly and annoying as growls eminated through clenched ivories and focused greens.[/center][/size]

[Perpetual]

Noise. Noise. Noise. What are they doing? Who are they? I don't even care. They need to shut up. Perpetual shifted her developing little form, making snarling noises the best she could. Her light and dark green swirled egg shell, specked with black, shivered in momment on the ground below the mighty mother that stood above her. Perpetural could feel the earth below her, it almost felt like part of her. With no control over anything, the pup unknowingly pitted the ground, letting her egg sink deeper into it, trying to bring more warmth. The pup's nasty mood did not get any better with the fact that who ever was on the outside of her little sheltered dark world, was still being loud and rather annoying. The pup's desire for peace and quiet cause her egg to sink even deeper into the ground, wrapping around the egg like a shelter, a shield. Only the very top of the green egg now showed the location of where the wolf pup was.

If you have an issue with this, PM and I will remove it. I just thought it would be interesting.

[Snowey]

The black and grey scaled egg with a silver lining and dark green shell wriggled with movement the pup inside moved restlessly digging at the shell impatiently How long do I have to wait! Shatter made a crater beneath him by pressing a paw to the bottom of his egg to show dislike as to what was going on outside.

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[Kostya]

+ KONSTANTINE +
••• CALL ME KOSTYA •••

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
who art as black as hell, as dark as night

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Oh this game was something he could hardly contain; he was truly an evil thing, a disgusting thing on the verge of exploding. Saliva gathered in his mouth, dripping, toxic poison gathering on the flat plain of tongue, and the sharp, jagged angles of his fangs. He often forgot, but in moments of clarity, moments such as these where he was pulled out of his harmonious chaos, he felt as if the world had suddenly stopped moving under his paws. Instead, he stared out of dull blue eyes, rising up amongst the fog of his brutal indifference. Here, where offspring and pack mate dueled it out, he was still the most powerful, still the one to which everyone, and everything crawled.

Come and beg, he thinks so quietly, it is as if silence has a voice, his heart a void of darkness as he smiles at his little girl, his pretty little daughter; his tongue slips out of his mouth as if he would lick her in tender mockery -- but she is moving and he is laughing. "You didn't know? Oh, beloved, I thought you knew." he follows her though she is snapping and angry, his maw slipping back to bare his fangs, "I found you mother roaming and simply took everything away from her; I stained my pure blood with her own." he chuckles, licking his lips, the black poison smearing across his jaws; his eyes flick to the side, turning his gaze on Eternal. "I don't spare my own children, why should I spare yours?" he snarls then, hackles rising, poison dripping like warped tears from his jaws, staining the purity of his white fangs.

"I'll let them live, but you will know why." he grins, gaping fangs, his breath noxious and terrible. "I let them live because they will be my tools. It is why Anna still lives," such a lie -- he cannot remember why she lives, cannot remember why his fangs had not penetrated her neck and destroyed her, but for this purpose he will hide the truth. "and these delightful litle furballs will be the same."

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[Snowey]

Plume flicked behind her when irritated tones sounded ''I didn't ask you to. In act it would make my life easier if you didn't. Why should I raise the little brats on my own when you could kill them for me.'' twist smirk settled on her face.

''It would be amusing to watch a female topple your high horse over. If Orchid could see you now.'' ah how she loved being the sly snake in the grass. She curled around her eggs glowering at him.

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