Rock me, Amadeus (open)

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Amadeus padded gracefully over the border, like a ghost, his pads flitted over the ground. His greenish cream legs whisked through the sparse yet lush undergrowth, ferns mingling their fronds with tufts if his fur. His rough, dark green, rug like back was spiked up like a carpet of grass, bristling with anticipation. The male climbed atop an arching russet root, his claws latching into the deep ridges in the bark. He a dusted his stance to make his stance sturdier. Amadeus then lifted his head, parting his jaws slightly, whiskers flared. His indigo eyes blinked placidly as he began his song. It was short yet passionate, a true masterpiece. His handsome tone ended in a sharp, abrupt, bark like note. He then gathered his haunches and set his tail before leaping down from the enormous root. He landed in the earth, the soil springy from all the decaying, sponge-like bark scattered around. His shook out his handsome coat and waited in the ferns.

This male was evil yes, but overly cruel or violent. He was loud spoken and passionate about what he did. He was cunning and sly, knowing what he wanted and knowing exactly how to get there. (And doing literally everything it took to get there.) one could suppose that he was a greedy and selfish wolf, but it is not wring to want or lust after a thing. After all, every wolf has greed. They might hunger after companionship, or relish the idea of ruling a pack. They might even have a simple obsession with food. Or they might just have the want to survive. Greed is neutral that way. Everyone wants something. But unlike 'greed', Amadeus was evil. He enjoyed seeing the embarrassment and physical pains if others; watching them in uncomfortable or awkward confrontations, relishing in their fear and anxiety. He was not a mindless killing machine either. He would kill, yes. But he would not kill for sport. He simply knew what he was. He knew all wolves had a rotten core, a frozen heart. There were of course the trivial instincts used for reproduction that many believed was a fateful emotion called 'love.' Amadeus didn't believe in such things. He believed in surviving and enjoying his survival. Those who dubbed themselves good were just denying their true nature. And those that were dubbed neutral were just confused on who they were, identity problems all around.

Now Amadeus waited patiently for the dark hearted Alphess of the Frigid Plague pack to answer his call.

((I couldn't resist the title))

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The redwood forest was a haven from the summer sun. Its harsh rays were broken up by the many branches and needles of the canopy until they were an inoffensive smattering of speckles on the forest floor. The same canopy that insulated them from the heavy snowfalls in winter now cooled them in the summer, and Perjury thought with a self-satisfactory smile that her ancestors had chosen their home wisely. Those audacious goods in the meadows would be struggling to fit themselves under the sparse trees that dotted their chosen home. She enjoyed the sensation of fresh, cool moss underneath the pads of her paws as she trotted to the source of yet another kindred stranger's call.

The wolf that awaited her had the look of moss himself, his pelt being an interesting mix of greens. The alphess nodded in acknowledgment of his presence as she approached, and held her tail high so that there would be no mistaking her position. "You stand on the border of the Frigid Plague, as I'm sure you know," she said, "And I am the alphess, Perjury. What brings you to my forest?"

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Amadeus turned his head as he heard the arrival of the Alphess. He shifted his whole body around as the white shewolf entered. Her dappled back matched the dappling of sun on the moist ground, golden pebbles of light shining as if they were solid. The green make studied the female. She was an older wolf, a few seasons older than himself, her gait was strong and her muscles thick under her clean pelt. Alphess Perjury was not backing down any time soon. Her paws were placed precisely, not careful but not careless. Accepting her, Amadeus slid from his perch, slithering rather like a snake. He leaned his front paws out in front of him, his long body edging down the root until he reached the base. He sat before her, legs poised in a relaxed yet somewhat alert position. One must always be wary of strangers.

"What a beautiful territory you've maintained. A beautiful home for a beautiful wolf. I would enjoy abiding in it." The green male wondered why such a strong, prosperous, pretty, powerful shewolf such as Perjury did not have an alpha male. Perhaps she did not wish to share her seat of power. He could appreciate the sense in that.

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Perjury did not react to the comment about her supposed beauty. It wasn't the first time she had heard such a thing, and it wouldn't be the last. If this wolf thought he could flatter her (and many thought they could acquire status for themselves with flattery) he was in for a very disappointing reality. There were no guarantees in the Frigid Plague; even becoming the mate of a beta or gamma did not automatically earn a wolf the title for themselves. Perjury detested such a system where one wolf could be carefully hand-chosen for the role, while another could fall into the position merely by being attractive enough to the other. She would have none of it. That was not to say that status was unattainable—quite to the contrary, she always had her eye out for those who made the effort to be exceptional. Perjury appreciated wolves who showed a little hustle.

"We are always looking to grow our numbers," she said finally, "Will you pledge your loyalty to me, to your fellows in the Frigid Plague, and to our long-time alliance with the Honovi? It is only upon these conditions that I will accept you into our ranks."

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Amadeus chuckled. "What simple conditions malady. Of course I would." the wolf as green as grass hummed. "Though I suppose I would have to work my way up your ranks. It's only fair."

The male could see that flattery was something she was immune too. He shrugged inwardly, Anadeus didnt mind. He was a flatterer, he would always flirt, its what he was. Curling his tail slightly he surveyed the stone faced female. Her words seemed so rehearsed, unfeeling, unemotional. She needed done excitement in her life. It was a shame the Alphess couldn't see his potential. Oh, well. He stretched his long legs and rolled his neck, cracking it a bit. The redwoods surrounded him like a guild of guards, protecting him and the pack, yet always looming like an unspoken threat. Silent, serene, ominous. Just like the Alphess that ruled there.

The charming male smiled softly. How he loved the attitudes of dark hearted women.

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"You suppose correctly," Perjury replied, "In this pack, unlike many others, all ranks are awarded personally by the alphess. Even becoming the mate of the standing beta or gamma does not guarantee you the equivalent rank." This was something that Perjury prided herself on. It had not always been this way; even Treason had been fated to her position by her parentage, but Perjury had seen packs weaken and die with such rules. The sniveling twit that presided over the Eternal Snowfall was evidence enough that rank among the Frigid Plague should be won through merit, not lineage. Even her own children, whenever their time came, would have no guarantee.

"I can tell that you feel a need to differentiate yourself," she said, noting the look on his face as he was in thought. "You'll not hold it against me, I'm sure, for failing to recognize your hidden talents before you could think to present them." Accepting new wolves into the pack had become quite routine for Perjury. They would howl at her border and pledge their loyalty, almost always mentioning their eventual desire for a rank. But then they would scurry off to the dens, and soon the thoughts of excellence would melt away as they enjoyed their peaceful life in her land of plenty. She supposed her aversion to war made life less exciting than many evils expected or even desired, but she would also not throw her loyal wolves into a pit of violence just to keep the adrenaline pumping through the forest. Though, with the recent stirrings, she might not be able to avoid it.

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"It's good to make your acquaintance Alphess Perjury." Amadeus spoke in his velvetine voice as he gracefully shook out his green schemed fur, the longer hairs swishing and shining. The colors blending and separating in the summer lights. His bright violet eyes gleaming intensely.
"I hope you find a way to bring the light back to your eyes." he nodded respectfully to his Alphess and slunk away, a loping spring to his step. He padded on his toe tips, claws rapping rhythmically against the raw earth. Grasses grazed his ribs as he delved deeper into his dreamy new home territory. The scents of this land hugged his firm, enveloping him in comfort and mystery. This was the home of the Frigid Plague wolves. Though unlike thier name, they did not infect the valley with an icy grasp. In fact they seemed rather peaceful. But perhaps they were merely dormant. He hoped his Alphess would brighten up. Maybe ince Perjury truly came alive with a new passion and purpose, oerhaps his skills could be used well .Sure they were of evil alliance, but who said evil can't live life? He intended to do so.

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