Rituals and Recognition (tagged and open)
Mar 26, 2017 10:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2017 10:52:32 GMT -5
Fjord smiled solemnly as his wolves fell into place in a ring around him. This was a ritual that could be taken two ways; it could bring pride and loyalty, or it could bring fear and anxiety. Hopefully he had attracted wolves who would feel the former. Fjord closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, the temperature around him began to lower, the moisture in the air condensing into fog that wreathed around the mottled trees. The White giant opened his blood red eyes, one glowing an icy blue as crystals formed in behind each of his wolves. The atmosphere became heavy with anticipation, the quiet only broken by the subtle hissing and crackling of winters fractals forming. Doing this many stamps at once was a tad bit tiring for the Alpha. But he couldn't show it. He was Fjord the terrible, a murderous king and the most powerful wolf in the valley. Each ice stamp was in place, impossibly cold, poised above his wolves like a viper waiting to strike. And strike it did. With a decisive bark, he broke the silence and the crescent moon shaped ice met fur, and skin. The marks were made, all but Allegro and Venus were now eternally bound to their deeds and this pack.
Lydia stiffened beside the annoying presence of Sytytin, hopefully he had gained some respect upon knowing her rank. And if he hasn't...she'd make sure that rotten male did in the not so distant future. The cream and coral she wolf stilled her body and mind as Fjord began the ritual, entirely aware of the scorpion-like ice statue behind her. When the stamp fell, she hissed, but other than that barely audible indication of pain, nothing else showed.
Sytytin in was a different story, he just about yelped as the ice burned a scar into his flesh. After doing so he flamed his jaw shut, very aware of Lydia's growing smirk beside him.
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Once the ritual was finished he strode towards his Alphess, and whispered in her ear, telling her that now was the time to tell the pack that they would be moving Territories. From this rotten junk pile to the promising Outer reaches. "Take it away, Ski."
Lydia stiffened beside the annoying presence of Sytytin, hopefully he had gained some respect upon knowing her rank. And if he hasn't...she'd make sure that rotten male did in the not so distant future. The cream and coral she wolf stilled her body and mind as Fjord began the ritual, entirely aware of the scorpion-like ice statue behind her. When the stamp fell, she hissed, but other than that barely audible indication of pain, nothing else showed.
Sytytin in was a different story, he just about yelped as the ice burned a scar into his flesh. After doing so he flamed his jaw shut, very aware of Lydia's growing smirk beside him.
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Once the ritual was finished he strode towards his Alphess, and whispered in her ear, telling her that now was the time to tell the pack that they would be moving Territories. From this rotten junk pile to the promising Outer reaches. "Take it away, Ski."