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Calling All You Angels — Dirac Pack Meeting
Vengeance
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 01:02 PM


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Male 5 Years
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Two figures stood along side each other, one tall and broad, the other famished and small. As the fog rolled over the soot covered lands, covering what seemed to be every inch of the complete center of the pack's land; the ruby eyed creature smiled a yellowing gator like smile as he remembered their first meeting. Though many faces have joined and others fallen, Dirac was still strong and growing by day. "Sing for me Host, as this is your final lament that I give to you." The baritone chords of the dark brown leviathan cooed in the air in a deep gut wrenching chime, eyeing the small wolf male as he seemed to stare at the lord with wide empty eyes. Starved with not much energy left, he no longer only regret crossing the border, but wished for death to come sooner than it has... having lived in the creature's den for a month now, no energy to leave, paralyzed day in and out, this was the first in weeks that he could actually kind of stand. His mind blank, he couldn't think of retaliating or refusing, he simply obeyed and let out a long sorrowful howl, with all the energy he had left, he called as loud as he possibly could to try and get the attention of whomever this creature wished to see. Eerie as it stretched out long and tired, it eventually ceased as he sat himself down once again. Tired.

Vengeance stood near his parcel, broad shoulders squared as he waited patiently atop one of the twisted roots that rose from what seemed to be the depths of hell its self and waited for his followers to gather round. Much had to be said and shared amongst the Diracians, much had to be done to make sure that the Doctrine district has not forgotten about them completely just yet. He waited for a moment for his members to begin to gather, the moment he saw shadows appearing out from the fog, the man moved closer to his Host, hovering over the smaller man's near dead living corpse as he sat and waited for judgement. Something he had been told would come 'in due time'.

While Vengeance reached over to grasp the man by the neck, his bony structure hitting his maw in an uncomfortable manner as little flesh covered his body. With a quick bite, the fragile form did not need much for it to break, a sick snap filled the air, sending near by black birds into flight. Blood spattered across the Seraphim's maw, chest and the root he how solely sat on. "It's been far too long since out last meeting had occured. Take a glance around as new and old members gather round." Ofcourse everyone would have their turn in the spot light if they had anything to say; so far, Vengeance was the only one who he knew had something to tell.



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Anathème
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 01:15 PM


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Female 2 Years
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The bittersweet dove felt it a mystery that she had been so incapacitated, to the extent that her lord had banned her from the Spring Equinox. Still the contempt broiled its fiery hearth within the mistress' iron heart -- a furnace that offered no reprieve from the irritation that irradiated from both without and within. Yet the blame had not been wrought upon the Seraphim but rather her own incompetence in maintaining her health. There was still much to be learned of a world so cruel and with such thoughts leaving its bloody trail within the labyrinths of her mind, the young wraith made way toward the familiar cologne of her king. How long had it been since she had last seen the other Diracians? Was the doe-eyed host still there? Or the one dubbed Wrath? Her absence had left her too disenchanted by the on-goings of the pack and for it, the banshee felt a disgrace but no such utterances made passage through ivorn lips for only a weakling dare complain. Through all the turmoil that ransacked the confines of her hardened heart, the apparition bore no emotions upon the impeccable facade. Her lithe stilts carried through the dismal lands of Espejos Nublados and soon enough, she came upon the same clearing that they had last met for their earlier meeting.

Nothing had changed upon her absence, at least not on the spectrum regarding geography but the scattered scents that mottled their realm declared otherwise. It seemed it was time to play the game of reacquainting herself with the new and the old. Gradually the ecru goliath came to sight, his form as unchanged as ever and lain beneath his bosom was the cadaver of a recently murdered brute. What his crime had been was beyond her but she cared little of it, the scent of blood had reawakened a carnal need within the femme and it took a fair bit of restraint not to salivate at the sight of such fresh meat. Once before the lord, the Aeon bowed her crown to the terrain -- more so respectful given her recent inactivity. "Seraphim, I apologize for my absence. You may punish me as you see fit." At that, the siren retreated backward and gradually reclined upon her haunches to seat herself before the hellion. Now they played the waiting game. Something she had gradually come to master within the safe confines of where she had lain healing but now, the huntress was ready to prove her worth once more and she would exactly that. Though she had been incapable of attending the Spring Equinox, there would always be another chance.



Hey there lovelies! I'm putting a scarcity note here for an undetermined amount of time because I'm really behind in school so, I'll still be posting but alas, ever so slowly.
 

Adramelech
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 01:30 PM


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The first meeting for the little runt being a Diracian, he had only dreamed of it, he wasn't scared because he grew close to the Seraphim. It has been a long time since the runt actually woke up in his own den and walked across Dirac territory. It was a strange feeling not to run away and just stay here for a while. But after the meeting would lead to its end he would definitely go out exploring. Vengeance's voice entered War his tiny ears, making it easier for the runt to locate the Seraphim as he wasn't that far away from where he stood to be honest. For some reason War felt this feeling that it would be hard to see the Seraphim at almost the same place where both his parents were killed. War could see it, he could remember every single thing that happened just a few weeks ago. But however he had to act mature now, not to show how it affects him even though it was just a small part. War happily walked towards the Seraphim, the dot became a spot and that spot became a figure. And as he came even closer he saw the Seraphim. He smoothly jumped into a trot and ran slowly to the Seraphim. As he came closer he slowed his pace and when he was just a few feet away from him he seated his but onto the ground.GWEETINGS YOU SEWAPHIM He made a bow, hold his head for 5 minutes to the ground, if that wasn't enough to show how much the runt appreciated his Lord then who else knew? War wanted to sit next to his Lord and serve him whenever it was needed to do so. He waited a few seconds then decided to sit next to the Seraphim. Walking around Vengeance, then returning to his seat next to him. The youngster sat next to Vengeance, holding his head high, watching the Seraphim. War waited until the rest came, Anatheme was already here but he's never met her. War would, if he had the chance, make a great announcement about his 6 months birthday party and about the beautiful Danahar girl he met just a few days ago. He couldn't wait no longer. As he faced the ground again he waited, waited until he was brave enough to ask Vengeance. Then when he thought he was ready he began. CANS I SAYS SOMETHING TOO LORD? He asked with a soft voice, afraid of what Vengeance would say.SHUT YOUS MOUTHS


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Wrath
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 01:40 PM


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Male 5 Years
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Treading the forest through the thick, overgrown mass of ash and fog, a rabbit hung loosely from an ear, many like it already been devoured and leaving a small trace of fur on his cheek scruff. The rabbit remaining was to be eaten when he arrived, as the call from a smaller, weaker child had been heard from across his home. Two had already arrived before he, a small child of which he knew nothing of and the white female that he met with shortly about Reaper. The child, no more than a speed bump, was easily ignored and forever would be until the small being proved any worth to the man. He was too small to bother with now, but it made him wonder where he came from and where his mother was. The tawny child was easily ignored as he stepped into place at the front, giving Vengeance and the deceased child his full attention.

The deceased got a long stare as he wondered why he had been here to cast the howl. Assuming he had done something to anger Vengeance or maybe it was just a sacrifice. If so, why had he been starved? Uncaring, the man decided to ask later and assume nothing until the time came, but when words came from the Seraphim's bloody jaws, he did look around at the members, new and old, and assume that the child didn't have a mother. How Vengeance found him, he didn't care. For now, he wanted to know what would come from this meeting and if there would be any promotions since everyone was still Archangel except for Anatheme, but he knew nothing about it since there hadn't been a meeting to announce it. Hopefully, promotions would be handed out to some of the members, and if he wasn't in that bucket, anger would flood over him in a way one may not know how to control. "speech!"



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Arcania
Posted: Apr 10 2012, 05:47 PM


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Female 8 Years
115 POSTS 833 PP
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Two forms crept through the woods, one going considerably slower than the other. Arcania was getting quite frustrated with the little wolf she had found and captured, for she constantly had to turn around and urge the smaller creature on, for it was frightened of the darkness. Luckily for Arcania, the little female was more afraid of her than she was of the forest. "Move or lose that scrawny little tail!" Arcania snarled, teeth clacking together mere inches from the spot where the pale brown wolf's tail had just been.

Shoving the Host along Arcania finally found her way to the meeting place, heading straight through the crowd to stand before Vengeance, bowing as the Host collapsed to the ground beside her, terrorized. "I bring you the gift of a Host and news of Adega," Arcania murmured softly before withdrawing and sitting in the middle of the gathered crowd, holding herself proudly but not above the others, the Host she had brought curled up at her feet, looking around warily. Arcania had no doubt the creature would not live past the meeting, and cared not if that was to be the case. She had done as she was told, and that was all Arcania cared about.

Glancing around the group she was pleased to realize that while the pack seemed small, it also appeared to be strong. That was good in her mind. So far Arcania was quite impressed with all she had seen. Even more so, she was interested in hearing what Vengeance had to say, as well as anything the other members of Dirac might say. It certainly seemed as though their lord would leave little opening for conversation, but that was acceptable to Arcania. There was nothing she needed to tell. "speech."

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Sonja
Posted: Apr 11 2012, 01:10 PM


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Female 3 Years
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Pandora




Long, lithe limbs beat a steady rhythm upon the uneven ground, the wraith dancing through the undergrowth in pursuit of her prey. Since joining the secretive group of wolves who inhabited Dirac, she had quickly learned not to touch the many carcasses which littered the territory for most were laced with neurotoxins as soon as the hunter had taken their fill. Many a Host had been tricked into servitude that way, not being able to believe their luck when they stumbled across an easy meal in an otherwise desolate land. They soon realised the error of their ways, with a mind overcome by panic and a body which would not respond. Pads connected with moist soil, the female's brow furrowed in concentration as the hare made a sharp turn into an area of thicket overgrown with thorns. The bitch skirted past the thickest part and leaped across an area of lower height and density, gritting her teeth against the pain as thorns grazed her underside and lower limbs. With a few more bounds, she was within a hair's breadth of her quarry, jaws finally making contact with the creature and swiping it off it's feet in one fell swoop.

With a few final steps she came to a halt, holding the writhing creature against the floor as it spasmed and fought against its imminent demise. Soon it became still, a warm rag doll in the jaws of a puppeteer. Twin golden ears twitched atop her cranium, head raising from the carcass as the solemn howl as it reverberated through the trees and thicket. It called out to the inhabitants of the forest, breaking through the mist which had begun to descend upon them. Though it summoned the creatures of Dirac forth with its melancholy tones, it was not a voice she recognised; too weak and lifeless to be any of her fellow packmates. Taking one more bite of her prize, Sonja moved in the direction of the howl - tongue swiping across bloodied lips as she did so.

The golden female skirted the faint paths made by other wolves, following in their footsteps in search of the sound's source. Mist becoming stifling as she moved ever closer, the eerie snap of bone echoing through the intertwined fingers of ghostly trees. She was close enough to smell them now, numerous individual scents mingling with the devilishly delicious scent of blood. Tongue swiped hungrily across her lips, the bitch beginning to salivate at the very thought of her next true feed. Long legs carrying her into the gathering while rose-hued eyes surveyed the group before falling upon the umber silhouette of her Alpha and the prize at his feet. "Seraphim," The bitch purred softly with a dip of her cranium, pale eyes lingering intently - hungrily - on the corpse before she settled herself beside the multi-hued female - Arcania, was it? - and the pathetic excuse for a wolf curled at her paws. Vicious magenta gaze settling on the scrawny creature, tongue once again escaped the confines of her jaws to remove more blood from what would otherwise be pristine white jaws, all the while the female contemplating the probability of being able to feed on the Host when everyone had left; she hadn't fed for such a long time. Shuffling quietly into a more comfortable position, she waited for what she assumed would be an interesting development.



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Titania
Posted: Apr 11 2012, 02:21 PM


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aah, the taste of death biting the wind like the calling for the predator! what twisted fantasies this day may behold onto the inhabitants? titania's scarlet eyes raked across the misty land of the dirac territory, her mind pulsating fresh after a long yet tired sleep. she had found herself occasionally dosing off on her midnight patrols, but even with her eyes closed her ears were still functioning. the call came a little while ago, back when the mongrel female begged for some form of activity to take place. therefore, she found herself turning toward around and heading straight for the source of the call. this land was a poisonous virus, spreading all the vicious things among the nature like a scavenging rat. almost everyday she found herself becoming engrossed by the small yet dangerous mushrooms which made their home exclusively on this territory. vengeance sure had searched well. for it seem that that everywhere one goes there will always be a sign of something poisonous lurking about. titania had no use for these weapons, she had her brain and her brawn, but in due time she suppose she can throw these into her arsenal as well. already, her nose picked up the scent of others and the trampling of leaves under hard paw pads, none exclusively her own.

the fog grew dense, covering the trees and all that were supposedly beautiful among this world. titania's eyes lit the way, her chest pushing her forward with her curled tail flanked behind. soon, the shape of a wolf she knew all too well came into view. despite not knowing any other wolves, titania hurried herself to the front, hoping that she may get a better view of this man without needing to push past the others. at once, she decided that vengeance must be holding something special in store for them, particularly the women of this pack. as much as she liked to hold her own independence this pack seem to attract her, a rather hypocritical decision she made indeed for now her rights are more than likely given to the opposite gender. "my alpha, pleased to meet you today~ thick french accent laced in sensuality slipped from venomous lips as the mongrel dipped her head, watching and waiting for everyone else to gather.









 

Envy
Posted: Apr 11 2012, 03:14 PM


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Female 4 Years
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She was ravenous, body itching for the sweet taste of crimson upon her tasteful bloods - for the satisfying sound of a victim's last breath, brushing temptingly against her face. It made her squirm in ugly desire, mouth practically watering at such a sensational idea - but alas, it would appear as though such morbid desires would have to wait! The familiar song filled the air, thick and tasteful like a siren's whimsical symphony. It ebbed her forward, long, lithe legs sweeping across the terrain and toward the striking gallery of twisted trees and roots, vegetation having long been sacrificed into another world, leaving eerie, grey bark and soot in their places. Envy knew she was in for a scolding from her dearest kin - perhaps both blokes, if she would have such a misfortune - but her pride still did not seem to diminish, and might as well have swelled further. Business was business, and as a Rache she did have the chance to bask in opportunities when they did arise. She had been missing for several weeks, at the very least, and as her feminine torso slipped amongst the forest's gloomy shadows, curiousity seemed to perch itself, first and foremost, along the edge of her mind. Had Vengeance's ranks grown? Did Wrath still keep his loyalty tied to Dirac? Whom had been too weak to survive, or better yet, what new recruits had snaked their way into their malicious cult? Lips curved upwards ever so slightly, hinting the presence of a coy Cheshire chin, smothered beneath serpentine layers of wishing to simply ooze from her pores. Shapes appeared upon the horizon, appearing as nothing but dim shadows due to the thin layer of fog that slipped among the forest's floor. "You two grow more dashing by the day." She purred upon entering earshot of the growing crowd, amber eyes spewing vibrant lava as they landed upon her brothers' faces, gliding past a selected few and advancing upon them. "Do say that you missed your little sister? She added, voice ringing with bittersweet tones as she took place next to Wrath, nose running across his neck as she loomed aside his flank. Gaze would, however, soon upturn to Vengeance, tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, voice hushing so that only he - and those whom made an honest effort - could find audible. ''Business dragged on longer than usual; apologies, brother." And apologetic she was - for the most part. As Seraphim, he would no doubt be displeased with her abrupt leave, and though that was something she did not thrive for, what's done was done - so so be it.
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Eckhart
Posted: Apr 13 2012, 07:00 PM


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Male 3 Years
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There is a questioning wonder as a low, sorrowful, tired howl echoes over the lands and Eckhart comes to it's beckoning, eager not to please by coming, but to stalk whatever prey it was that longed for his attention. His movements are having, the drums of war echoing in the dying lands with each pound of his heavy footsteps, kicking up the ash and dirt, stirring the fog and mists. The lands were eerie at the very least, dead and decayed, though dark and welcoming to his soulless black eyes. It was far different from the vast, open desert. Where the sun was constantly at his backside and he was a beckon for all the world to see, here, even as his heavy steps might single his approach, he was cloaked by the darkness, cool within his thick coat from the shadow which the curving, twisting limbs from trees would offer.

When he arrived, slowly but surely, the large beast was surprised. Dead at the paws of his new leader, was a pathetically small wolf, body and broken, nothing much to even consider a wolf. Perhaps it was he which made such a call? It had gathered the whole lot of the pack and, with Vengeance words, he would come to know it quickly as a meeting. Eckhart's muzzle wrinkled, his shoulders rolling back to lax the tension in his muscles. Another little Host lay at an unknown woman's feet and soon, Eckhart would come to realize the vast amount of woman whom lived here- not one to call his own. Still, Aanisah was no where to be found and it was clear that she was gone, and gone for good. His whole reason for having firstly joined here was shattered, though upon his acceptance, had figured a new reason to stay: for himself.

The towering German would move forth, his endless black gaze sent to unnerve each of them with a stare as he moved into the crowd. He cowered, he bowed, before no one, for each lay a subordinate just as he- each having not proved their worth to him that they were worth lowering to. The unruly young man would come to settle amongst them, his attention lastly, and now only, upon his alpha. It is here where the only ounce of respect would be laid, as his head would lower, though his eyes (although with the inability for any to tell) remained firmly on vengeance own.



 

Revenge
Posted: Apr 13 2012, 09:12 PM


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Female 5 Years
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The woman was thin, thinner than she had been, and had grown weary. While War filled her heart with some sort of empty content, the woman had little effort for eating, a smaller energy still directed towards a satisfied living. She was at least free of Nova's constricting and unwanted grasp, but the girl couldn't say that having Vengeance be the one to hover over her was any more delightful. The chocolate beast left her to her own resources most of the time, which was reason enough for Revenge to accept his presence when it was there. She ate just enough to keep some muscle stretching over her thin frame that was borderline emaciated, her withers and hip bones protruding eerily from slack skin. All in all, the hybrid was far from the picture of health, her eyes sunken into the hollow in her skull and having dulled considerably with time.

She had promised herself that this would never happen, that her heart was so impenetrable that it could not be broken, but as soon as Anthrax had been gone, she had lost herself. The feminine being desired little else than to be protected by his warmth once more, but had spent the nights sleeping in a cold shiver since his absence - even War's warm little body nestled against her chest could not stir the life into Revenge. It was with the stranger's howl that she lifted her skull, those lifeless eyes sweeping the area before she finally rose, knowing that even though the howl was unknown, it was a summons from the Seraphim. His methods may have been unorthodox, but they worked well enough to command his members.

She trudged at no hastened pace towards the centerfold of Espejos, her muzzle dropped as the skinny doll stretched forth on gangly limbs. By no means the first canine to arrive, she observed the gathering at hand without a single expression; her eyes slid without a flicker across the dead body of the would-be caller, at last settling her cold stare upon the child that Vengeance had placed in her care. She slid forwards, ghostlike, her jowls hanging agape in a ghastly expression, and nipped gently at the boy's nape, her ears twisting back as the woman attempted to silently encourage the child to come sit by her. She did not persist too much, however, and slithered off to the side, settling her bony haunches to the ground as she awaited the child's obedience and the Seraphim's announcements.

"speech."

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Cortege
Posted: Apr 17 2012, 12:23 PM


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Female 4 Years
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Cortege




Paws of black velvet touched down upon the loam, carrying the grand duchess along the ground until she found herself once again surrounded by those she now knew to be her packmates. Her bobbed tail swayed and she looked about herself for the handsome devil of which had snatched her heart. Who might that be, you ask? None other than Vengeance. Her ears curved forward at attention as the handsome male spoke, her eyes of platinum found to trail over his every inch as she slowly prowled closer, sliding past the members of which had all greeted. She said nothing, however, only moved past Anatheme and greeted the female with a brief brush to her cheek in affection.

Affection was something Cort' only ever expressed towards those that she felt were worthy of her attention, and to even touch another was rare. Seeing Wrath, the female's ears perked and to his side she moved, speaking quietly unto his ears. "Good to see you here again, Wrath."she told him, though she also chided in with "We need to wrestle again sometime. It'd be good practice, don't you think?" albeit in a soft tone only meant for his ears. For her to even speak kindly to others was yet another thing that was only gained through respect earned, but for these two packmates, she spoke softly.

Winding her way around Wrath she found herself in presence of the handsome male that she adored above all; Vengeance. She touched to his chin the bridge of her nose, doing all but her best to keep herself from smiling like a fool as her chrome eyes looked up to his after she pulled away. "Greetings, darling Seraphim. I trust your day is about to improve." she said, though after a brief draw of her hot tongue along the curve of the brute's jaw, she turned and walked away. Sensual sway was seen of her hips as she sauntered to then come and sit alongside of Anatheme, turning back to look upon the lead males with ears cupped forth at full attention. What they had to say, all needed to hear. But just what they were about to say, she was curious of.


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Vengeance
Posted: Apr 17 2012, 08:23 PM


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As one by one his followers came into sight, through the fog, from the shadows they emerged to greet their lord and master. First was Anatheme, the only original member of Dirac who remained at his side. Officially the most loyal of them all, and as always, she was the first to arrive. Though on hiatus due to injury, the man still bowed his head slightly in respects to the young lady, silently thanking her for joining them. Her words fell on deaf ears as he had other plans for the alabaster female other than punishment. The Seraphim remained silent for now as ruby oculars roamed the shadows, seeking the rest of them as they too began to form into shapes.

Adramalech was the next to arrive, the young whelp still not accustomed to the pack life as he sat near Vengeance on his make shift throne. A low growl rolled from the brown creature's lips, though not threatening the young boy, it was his way of showing his displeasure on War's chosen actions. He knew the boy looked up to Vengeance greatly, however he still needed to know his place within the ranks. Reaching down with his maw ajar, he took Adramalech by the scruff - since he wasn't the gentle kind of man - rather roughly and placed him down from the risen root to mingle with the rest of the second choir. "You may speak now." He told the boy while his gaze was still aligned with the blue of the youth, finally rising his skull to view him comfortably from above. Overly proud? Perhaps. However over the years and from one pack to the next, if Vengeance learned anything, it was discipline and how to act his rank while treating others their own.

Next was Wrath. No sound, nothing came from the creature that called him brother, and so Vengeance didn't speak any further. Arcania, and Sonja, the two newest members came in. Sonja eyed the corpse bellow Vengeance's feet and a malicious grin spread its self across his maw at her appetite. Tilting his head downward, pointing slightly to the cadaver, he gave her the O.K to feast, once the meeting was done ofcourse. His gaze shifted from the pink eyed damsel and onto Arcania, whos parcel had the man grinning. "Do tell dear Archangel Arcania. I would love to hear such news. Allow me to share mine first however." He was to share his news first. That was for certain. "my alpha, pleased to meet you today~" At the sound of the french accent as it hit his drums, the man noded his head pleased to see the mutt in her direction, returning her greeting.

Envy followed suit, her abscence had not gone unoticed and the man was begining to think that she had skipped out on them. "I was begining to wonder if I should send for your corpse sister dear." The baritone chords hit the air in a harsh tone, deep and resonating, haunting as he tasted every word. A mild threat. He was clearly displeased with her sudden dissapearance. Eckhart was the next to come, the current Dirac champion of the Equinox. it was clear that he was still not pleased with the Host's abscence, it was still something the two would need to discuss on later terms... The skinny form of Revenge eventually caught his eye. His displeasure growing even further as the famished creature lumbered in. The shine of yellowing fangs glinted off the dim light as his thick lip rose slightly. She was making the pack look weak in her current form. Weaker than she had orignally made it by simply being a mudblood. He would need to confront her demons after the meeting... hopefully making her eat; one way or another. Finally Cortege joined the growing circle, her loving embrace returned with his own as he caressed her muzzle with his chin, bringing her nose closer to him as gentle as he possibly could. "Like wise my dear Cortege, as should yours."

"Welcome Archangels, Angel and Aeon." He was going to start with the news, one thing that many were looking forward to over the many months of Dirac's creation. "Titania, Arcania, Cortege and Envy. You may call yourselves Lordships from now on." From one to the next, he eyed them all. Impressed with both Titania and Arcania the most as they already as they simply joined not so long ago. "Revenge. You're now our Apex Virus, a Dominion. Bring up your health." In the back of his mind he wondered if he would regret his decision in giving her such a high rank... seeing as the coyote was basically vanishing before his very eyes. "Anatheme, you've graduated from Aeon, welcome as our new Power."

A pause was taken, waiting for everyone to take in their new ranks. The ones who did not get promoted to think about why they had not been given a new title. Some had simply joined a few days ago, while others were simply.. abscent in their duties. Finally his eyes rested on Wrath, the last to be announced. Today the throne would be shared with another, as Dirac grew, a second comander was an order to keep the members aligned in the right order; however he intented to remain as the dominant of the duo. "And finally, Wrath. My brother. Second Seraphim." Another long pause was given. Allowing the members to now look upon their new leader in comand.

"Eckhart, feel free to chose a female to watch over, you may chose up to three. And as my final announcement for now, is that Cortege and I are now mates once again..." (yeah the ending is rushed a bit >>;;) "speech!"



Anyone who did not get a promotion were simply not active enough over the past month. Simply pick up your activity and you'll be next to get a promotion c: In vengeance's next post, the missions will be handed out to those who posted and the meeting will be done. late members may still join to save their spots in Dirac, once the meeting is over, the roster will be cleared of any inactive members.



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Adramelech
Posted: Apr 18 2012, 08:25 AM


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The runt saw a bunch of new wolves he hadn't met, those were his pack members though one of them seemed not to care about the pup (Wrath), but he didn't care. War was just a careless pup above all. Then he was lifted up by the Seraphim himself, what was the point of that? War didn't understand until he was places elsewhere, where the rest of the pack was sitting. War lowered his head, lowered his body and rapped his tail around his paws. He felt guilty in some way, he should have known this. But Vengeance allowed him to speak and so he stood up, watching them all and then he began in such a hurry. I AM WAR, SON OF NYPHILLIUM WHO DEAD NO. VENGEANCE SAVES ME FROM BAD FADER. I WESPECT HIM WIKE WE ALL DOES. NOW I ALMOST SIXS MONTHS AND I HAS MET GIWL, SHE REALLY AWESOME. I AM LOVE HERE. I IS GONNA GIVE PARTY BECAUSE I TURNS SIX MONTHS, SO I AM OLDER THEN I CAN GO HUNT AND BE A REAL MAN. AND I ALSO MET BAD WOLF, HE ATTACKS ME FOR NOS REASONS AND LIES BOUT VENGEANCE LEAVING ME. VENGEANCE NO LEAVES MEHE. AND I INVITES ALL OF YOUS TO COMES TO PARTY, TO CELEBWATE MY BIRTHDAY! IF YOUS NOS COMES I RIPS YOUR HEADS OFF AND RIP YOUR GUTS OUT AND FEED THEM TO FISH AND OTHER ANIMALS. He said with a huge smile on his face, though he didn't say much about Evelyn he felt the need to say something more about her, so when everyone thought he was done he started again. GIRL I MET IS REALLY AWESOME, SHE IS EVELYN, SHE NOS SMELLS LIKES US BUT SHE'S NICE. I LOVES HER, SHE IS PRINCESS BUT SHE'S MY QUEEN, SO STAYS OUT OF HER WAYS, SHE'S MINES! AND SHE COMES TOOS, WELL I HOPES SO COMES. I INVITED HER TOOS. War was finally finished and he took a long and deep breathe. He was glad it came out of his mouth.When Vengeance handed out the promotions War looked a bit sad, almost every wolf got one except him, did he forget him? He looked at Vengeance, ready to say something but it wasn't the right time. He couldn't make another mistake, that would cause troubles for the runt in the future. War didn't want to get in trouble once again.SHUT YOUS MOUTHS


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Anathème
Posted: Apr 18 2012, 06:27 PM


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With each new face that shuffled in was another one engraved into the darkest recesses of the siren's mind -- some titled with their dubbance and others left to the sea of unknowingness that sung its taunts of her acclaimed intellect. Admittedly the vicious dove bore no heartfelt intent in making acquaintances where instead, she sought deserters to feast upon. Often she waited for the command to seek the original traitors who had joined their lord in his mission to create a pack of the shadows only to find solace in desertion yet no such demands made utterance from the beast's cruel lips. Instead, the Securis was without a choice but to subdue her own wanton desires for blood and for only a moment's time, she dreamed such fulfillment would come in the form of the Equinox but such fleeting fancies were dashed when her own procured wounds barred her of the tournament. Perhaps it was wrong of her to hope for one of these fresh blood a craven but the mistress did wish it so that perhaps justice and appetite could be satiated in one fell swoop. Was she traitorous to have harbored such yearnings? Perhaps but that was why such thoughts had been reserved for the distorted cogitations of a still fading sanity, no, had she dared to utter such atrocities perhaps her tongue would be had for it. Eclipsing the depravities with the light of their current situation, an observation that had passed without note had been that Dirac had grown in numbers and all too swiftly. Eager-minded sycophants and blood-thirster's crowded about the center-fold, hopefully as enthusiastic as they were loyal. Sight of first judgment played trick with the mind and she had learned that upon the first few who had departed when she had expected them to be the most loyal of the batch. Perhaps, just perhaps, this time her lord had found members of true worth.

Stolen from her thoughts was the gentle touch that caressed her cheek and little could be done to shield the sleight of shock that registered upon widened blue's. There was no love lost between herself and the Diracian's yet here the banshee found a jewel of affection that quite frankly, was the least of the generosities she had expected to be offered before her. Better yet from the demoness who, in truth, her own heart had yet to accept but alas it seemed the favor was presented and by mere happenstance, a respectful dip of her dome had been offered as a modest reward. Otherwise, the procession went by without any particular benchmark of peculiarity - that was until the Seraphim spoke once more. The initial rank promotions had causation for little response but the next had the young sweetling's eyes wandering to the emaciated shape of a mere ghoul and as disgust would have it, her labrums nearly curled in revulsion but no such gesture was made. She was made of iron and despite the turmoils within, from without she would allow no rupture. There was little time to ponder over such miracles as her own name drifted to harken audits and with a flourish, the maiden pressed her unblemished crown to mother earth's bosom. He had bestowed upon her honor but a fury unlike any other raged inside a burning heart. She burned with jealousy and outrage as a wife would when catching her own lord with a mistress; a mere hybrid had usurped a position higher then her own and for it, her blood ran black. Oh, she was only too well-aware as for the reason of it but still, nothing could repel the sudden thirst she had and not for any blood but that of the skin-clad wench. It was told that the hybrid was to be her contender in the Equinox and it was her own state of physicality that had punished her to walk the Diracian lands with her head bowed to a woman who cared little to tend to her own being.

The rest of the meeting fell on half-deaf ears as she imagined she were peering through a fog of red. She had though, bowed her head to Wrath when he had been entitled their second Seraphim, "Seraphim Wrath." Languid were the words the escaped her jowls before her attention fell toward the young whelp who spoke in such a rush she would not have been surprised if his jaw came unhinged yet still, she heard little of it. No. The need to excel had long over-ceded all other drives within her.



Hey there lovelies! I'm putting a scarcity note here for an undetermined amount of time because I'm really behind in school so, I'll still be posting but alas, ever so slowly.
 

Arcania
Posted: Apr 18 2012, 06:52 PM


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Zena




Arcania dipped her head respectfully, pleased to be recognized at the very least. The wolf at her feet whined softly, thinking herself in danger, and Arcania bared her teeth in a silent snarl, one paw lashing out and jabbing the weak creature in the side, a silent warning to be completely quiet. Not only was it impolite for the thing to speak but Arcania really wanted to hear what Vengeance had to say.

And so Arcania sat proudly through his words, ears twitching slightly every time he spoke. Well now, a promotion? That was nice. The woman bowed to him gracefully, straightening quickly once he had announced his pairing, ears perking interestedly. How convenient really, that he should mention that, considering what news she had. Just as Arcania's jaws had parted, news about to spill from her lips and tongue, when a familiar voice spoke up, overriding her. The female could not help grimacing, glancing over at the loudmouthed pup. Well now, she should have expected to see him there. Noisy little thing really. It was a wonder he had not gotten himself eaten yet with as much as he talked.

When she was finally able to speak Arcania smirked slightly and tried again. "I heard that one of the Maddox brothers is recently married, and the other has disappeared," she said, holding her head up proudly, speaking clearly for all to hear, but not nearly as loudly as War had. She did not want to deafen the group. "Adega is weak because of this. I have seen it with my own eyes. I brought this Host from by their pack. She was wandering outside the boarder, wanting to get in." Arcania grinned down at the frightened wolf cowering at her feet, the creature no doubt regretting the decision to investigate Adega on that particular day.

Arcania smiled slightly, hoping that the information she had gathered would suffice to please her new alpha, and at the very least show how dedicated she was to this pack. It had been difficult to get to it, for Adega certainly did not want anyone else to know that they were missing one of their leaders. It was a definite opening for attack or raid, and while Arcania was not willing to suggest such a thing at the moment, she figured Vengeance would think the same thing. Unless, of course, he was wondering why on earth she thought that was important news. That was her real fear, displeasing the man. "speech."

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