Arrival of Deimos

[Tiel]

An intimidating pitch-black he-wolf, matching the evening sky around him stood triumphantly on a large rock sticking out of the ground. Deimos made sure the rock was high enough for his howl to be heard throughout the territory. Directly in front of him was the clearly defined border of Midnight Silence, his future home. His royal purple colored legs were firmly placed on the rock, his tail close to his body. Deimos puffed out his chest, attempting to look even bigger than he actually was. Though he knew he was already much larger than the average wolf, he wanted to look as menacing as he possibly could. He tilted his head back, making the scar across his eye more visible than before, and let out a fearsome howl that pierced the night.

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Fjord was patrolling his territory pointing out each and every flaw in his lands. Which wasn't hard. The Barren Wastes was a dilapidated, empty land with scraggly, rotting trees, dank air, and damp, dead grass. Of course there was life, birds hiding near the septic pools, rabbits burrowing under the dry hills. There was life, but it still was not what Fjord wanted. Nevertheless, they would receive what they wanted soon enough. Midnight Silence would be moving to the Outer Reaches the next full moon.

The large white male perked his ears up and raised his gaze to take in more around him. A howl had caught his ears, and a grin stretched into his face. A prospective member! The Alpha shook his thick pelt before loping towards the sound. Fjord climbed the hill, hackles raised and head high to show his dominance. At the top of the hill stood a wolf with a pelt completely opposite from his own. He was a proud make with a scar over his eye and his chest puffed out. "You have requested an audience with me, Fjord, the alpha of Midnight Silence." Fjord stared the male down, Crimson eyes glaring icily.

[Tiel]

The alpha stood tall. He looked like a born leader, noble and proud of his pack. Deimos looked down at the leader from the tall rock he sat upon. He sat up arrogantly, ready for a first impression. Here goes nothing, he thought. "My name is Deimos," he paused briefly. Deimos wanted a title rather than a name. Deimos the sinister? Deimos the terrible? Deimos the evil? "Deimos the Cruel," he decided in a low, frightening tone. "I wish to join your pack! I have an evil heart, I am a hard worker, and I am skilled at fighting. I could be of great value to you and your pack, Fjord, especially with this war going on,"

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Fjord raised a brow, not al all impressed by this he wolf's show of his 'evilness.' Oh I'm so evil. You'll really want me on your side! Ugh. He'd truly seen it all. However, Diemos was right about one thing, he needed more wolves. With a light snarl, Fjord got right down to buisness. "Diemos the cruel[/u], you will take this name with you in my pack, if you wish to join, you must wear the Midnight Silence brand. If you are afraid of marring your appearance, we have no place for you here."[/b] Fjords red eyes burned into his as his power mark glowed white within his eye. I've formed on the ground and crept towards the purple legs of the male, ready to brand his shoulder with the upside-down crescent. The mark of midnight silence, was a life long ice burn that would never fade, forever marking the wolves who had joined as one of his wolves. They could never escape their fate, they could never hide who they were. Everyone would know that they were of the evilest breed.

Tiel

[Tiel]

Fjord seemed unfazed by Deimos' sinister title. Clearly he had seen wolves like this before, arrogant and seeming to think that they were the most impressive. He was not a fool. Stupid! Deimos scolded himself I don't want to come across as full of myself. Hearing the name echoed back at him made Deimos realize how haughty it sounded. But it seemed so clever in his head.

Fjord approached him, ready to singe Deimos' skin with frigid ice. It was an everlasting scar that would never heal. Even if he decided to leave Midnight Silence, the mark would stay put. Deimos gulped back his fears. He feared pain. He feared mockery. But all this stayed hidden. Deimos refused to let anyone know just how vulnerable he was. The pitch black wolf had a reputation to keep. He was purely evil inside and out. He would be the most respected, most honored, and most feared in this new pack and if that meant taking the mark, than Deimos was willing. After all, he did have a scar across his face already. He rather liked his scar. It made him seem stronger, more powerful. This scar was no different. It would show his true evil insides. It would show that he was not just a joke. He stood up straight in a boastful way. "You think I am afraid of a mere scar? Have you noticed the terrible one across my face, blinding me in one eye? I take pride in it as I will take pride in the mark of Midnight Silence." Deimos the Cruel, he thought with a sigh. I suppose I could get used to that. It does have a nice ring to it.

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Fjord barely refrained from rolling his eyes and instead opted for an unamused stare. "Scars do not make us strong, they are a mark of age and experience, but not strength and certainly not durability." Fjord had a few scars, but nothing as drastic as Deimos' nor the ones that many in his pack bore. But as Deimos would soon and certainly learn, he was quite the force to be reckoned with. With a flick on an ear, The icy brand jerked forward, hissing as it froze through fur and skin tissue. Holding the burning instrument to his flesh for a few extra seconds of good measure he released the new member. "Welcome to the Wastes, brother." Fjord hissed out his words before whipping around. He had important things to do,, and pretty red shewolves to see. 
-exit Fjord-

(sorry for the rush, i don't have too much muse for Fjord these days..)

[Tiel]

(No problem. Check it out, I'm a pup now)

Deimos shuddered at Fjord's comment on scars. Strength. That is something that I'm going to need a lot of in Midnight Silence. The ice burned. Deimos had never imagined that ice could burn like fire. The sting was much worse than he had expected, but he held a straight face. He pressed his teeth together hard. He couldn't let Fjord know how much it hurt. "Welcome to the Wastes, brother."[i/] A new pack. A fresh start. As much as the scar hurt, and as much as Fjord lacked in faith for him, Deimos still couldn't keep back the excitement. He let out something small. Something he hadn't done in a long time. He smiled. "Thank you. I will honor this pack. I won't disappoint you."Fjord bounded off hurriedly, as though he couldn't care less about Deimos anymore. That didn't matter. There were other wolves in this pack. Wolves who would respect him, that would fear him, at least he hoped so. A sudden flood of triumph washed over Deimos. He stood tall and still for a long moment, shoulder aching from the pain, then began trotting deeper into the territory.

~exit Deimos~