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Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 29, 2010 8:35:31 GMT 8
The fae, so beautiful, strong and seemingly unsophisticated, kept her stance, right next to Dakota, snipping her ivories together right next to her neck. "Oh...queen of the land. You must remember, I have been welcomed here," she said, looking innocently back at Gematria and Fell. "So...maybe it's you that should be leaving," she said, glaring condescendingly down at the fae that thought she was so much better than the multicolored fae.
For once, you have no say she thought, feeling mighty, all powerful. No emotion was upon her features, only uncaring and the need for power. She and others like her got along quite dashingly, unless they crossed her, like this foolish bitch had decided to do. "Dakota, why cannot you accept the fate which has been handed to you?" she asked, sweetly, sarcastically. "You have lost; game over," she smirked.
"You? Escort me?" she scoffed, circling Dakota, waiting for any signs of a fight. Lucky for Dakota, Crepusculum was in the mood for a fight, and it called to her dearly. "I believe I would be the one escorting you," she said, her voice now revealing a tone of harshness to the queen that stood before her, a hint of seriousness. "And to you," she looked at Sulfur. "I think I will be considered very important if you are laying on the ground, covered in crimson blood with me standing over top of your form, which would be ripped apart in a matter of seconds if I did decide to attack you," she added, wondering how many of their lives she could actually could take.
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Post by Epona on Sept 29, 2010 11:01:06 GMT 8
Dakota sat down promptly, listening without emotions to Crepusculum's words. Her reaction was expected, of course. Dakota had thought of nothing less from the simple-minded female. "I shall not be going anywhere. Indeed you have been welcomed. But perhaps you have out-stayed your welcome. And, as I stated only moments ago, I suggest you leave....before I take you out in pieces." Dakota did not flinch, did not move a muscle, but remained still as a statue as she spoke in a mono tone. Her pupils had grown rather small as she stared straight ahead, not looking at the female, or any of the others for that matter.
Gematria stood and shook his coat nonchalantly, though he was intent on the actions in front of him. He looked to Fell, wondering what was to happen next. The eldest male was tense, though he appeared calm and collected. He was wondering what his next move should be in this situation. He knew Gematria had taken an interest in the fae but he knew it was in the best interests of the lands if she left, or at least backed down. Fell and the others knew very little about Dakota, and he did not like the looks of her at the moment. The two males would wait and see how the confrontation between Dakota and Crep was going to go before they decided to do anything.
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Post by Kanchana on Sept 29, 2010 17:11:29 GMT 8
Nula entered the lands, her once perfect coat now scattered with ugly scars. She had followed Sulfur, the one she had promised to follow forever. She understood what he was going though, she understood the guilt he now felt and was willing to suffer it all with him.
The brown-grey spotted fae paused, eyeing down at the lands. Where was he?
OOC: ick soz CS
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Post by Epona on Oct 2, 2010 3:32:06 GMT 8
ooc ;; bumppp (:
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Post by Epona on Oct 3, 2010 9:44:51 GMT 8
ooc ;; waiting for a response from you guys to keep going.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 3, 2010 10:30:25 GMT 8
The large fae flexed the muscles upon her ivory pillars as she growled a low, rumbling growl to Dakota. Agitated she was not, but she would be intelligent in this fight. Provoking Dakota was not something she felt inclined to do, but sacrifices had to be made sometimes. "I will not leave, Dakota," she said coldly, keeping her golden eyes locked on the opponent. Suddenly, she was in fight mode, ready to kill anything that was in her way of the ebony fae. "Step down," she said quietly, the intensity in her vocals building.
Crepusculum let herself be free for a moment as she heard a lyrical voice come from the shadows. "Greeting, fae," she said nonchalantly. "I am Crepusculum, lead female," she said, looking to the black female. The multicolored fae would be quite civil with this fae, for she did not seem bitchy at all, unlike Dakota. "Now...," she mused. "Where were she?" she asked rhetorically.
The fae would not make the first move, for only the rash, unintelligent wolves would. Instead, she listened to her surroundings, keeping in focus with every movement Dakota made. Maybe the ebony one would be wise enough to simply step down without a fight. It wasn't likely. This would be fun...even simplistic. Once she was out of the way, there would be nothing stopping her reign! Nothing!!
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Post by Epona on Oct 5, 2010 2:25:44 GMT 8
Dakota did not flinch as Crepusculum stated she would not leave. Her eyes continued their blank stare ahead, though she chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle when she was told to step down. The ebony fae blinked rather slowly and then turned her head in the direction of Nula, though her gaze looked out of focus and blank. "Welcome, Nula. Do not mind the female who has spoken before me. It is as if she does not exist. I am Dakota, the lead of these lands. I'm sure Sulfur will be glad to see you," Her tone was flat, emotionless, and she did not even glance at Crep as she spoke. However, she did stand and take a few steps towards the larger female, her head high with dominance, though her eyes remained completely blank. She stopped about two feet from the female, her body completely still as she stood there, staring at Crep with her blank eyes, waiting, just waiting, for her to say one more word.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 5, 2010 6:01:28 GMT 8
Crep snickered to herself as the other said that she was the lead. Honestly, to Crepusculum, Dakota couldn't lead a pack of pups if she tried, let alone such as powerful pack of wolves. Scum she thought, looking to the ebony one, whose one eye was blinded. It was another fault, something else to bring her to defeat. Her features returned to their serene, emotionless, normal state. Crepusculum was still perfecting her ways.
"I don't want to have to make you step down, but I'm not afraid to," she snarled. It was just a threat, for now and a lie. The multicolored fae wanted so badly to make her step down, to make her cry in pain for the stars to fall upon her and end her. Until she got a mate, she would not do any actual fighting, but she would be willing to give the fae some amount of forewarning before the final blow was had been struck. Once that final episode, that final fight was over, victory would be hers. This pack would be hers. Crep decided already that she'd be kind and not finish off Dakota's life...unless she had to, that is.
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Post by Epona on Oct 5, 2010 7:07:04 GMT 8
Dakota's gaze remained blank. But she could not help but smirk at Crepusculum's words. "You will make me do nothing of the sort, dear." she stated simply in a monotone, her good eye clearly unfocused on the form of the other female. Dakota felt nothing in her body at the moment, no emotions of fear or excitement, or bloodlust. She simply...was. It was an odd feeling overcoming her. It was a new experience for her. She had never been challenged. She had only challenged those that she was quite certain she could defeat. And then there was the secret...the reason behind her acting the way she was. Her family had possessed it and for the longest time she thought it had skipped her. Perhaps it had not, and it was coming now. ooc ;; sorry, im low on muse atm.
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Post by Epona on Oct 9, 2010 4:33:28 GMT 8
ooc ;; bumpp
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Post by Corrupted Soul on Oct 9, 2010 16:09:02 GMT 8
OOC : Sulfur kinda left with Nula xP They're at Sea Of Sands atm
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 10, 2010 4:44:57 GMT 8
The towering female crouched down, so she was once more at the ebony one's throat and snapped once. It was a nip, a threat that the other had better back off, right then. Crep rose up and brought her large crown to stare down at Dakota, shielding her own throat from being harmed in case she decided to retaliate. "Want to bet on that?" she asked, smirking beneath a snarl. For a moment, she thought, thought of a good way to get her to leave.
"Oh," she sighed. "I guess you have not heard about your mate, Sulfur? Wondering why he's not been around?" she laughed, her features twisted in a malevolent grin. "Nula is his new lead, so I've heard. All you'll ever be in his eyes is number two, number three when I beat you," Crepusculum said, an evil glint in her golden eyes. "They're in Sea of Sands. He's bred her," said the fae, wondering if Dakota would find them and try to kill her, just like the bitch she always had been.
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Post by Epona on Oct 11, 2010 9:55:04 GMT 8
Dakota had always been alone, since as long as she cared to remember. The only reason she was with the three others she was with now was because it had been convenient to travel with them during a famine, to help with hunting. The four had ended up sticking together and now here they were. She did not need anyone. When Crepusculum nipped her, Dakota smirked. It had not hurt; her entire body was numb as she continued with her empty stare at the larger female. Her mate? Ha. Sulfur had not been her mate. They were simply friends, nothing more. Of course, when Dakota had first met Sulfur, there had been interest there. Now, however, there was none. Dakota was alone, and always would be. She did not care for a family, and she did not care to take the time to find a mate. What would be the point? One would die eventually and leave the other alone again. Either way, it did not matter; she would end up alone again no matter what.
At Crep's last words about them breeding, Dakota broke in to a dark and almost hysterical laughter. "He was never number one in my eyes, pup. Mate? I'm afraid he is not, for I have no need for any other other than my self and my trusted friends." She spit on the ground in front of the female, laughing at her for trying to make her jealous, for trying to drive her away and failing...horribly failing. Dakota stood and stretched, turning her back on the stupid, arrogant female. There was only one way this would end, and that would be with Crepusculum out of her lands or dead, for Dakota was feeling rather merciless this day.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Oct 18, 2010 6:08:30 GMT 8
What was the point of it all if she needed no one but herself? If she wanted to be like that, a loner, she might as well be a wanderer - an outcast in Crepusculum's eyes. On the other hand, power was something all of them craved. They would not be wolves if they did not wish to be all powerful. Her thinking was different, even from other wolves. Crep didn't just crave power. She needed it. To her advantage, the ebony fae had no advantage in this fight. No mate she had, and no friends would fight with her. It was terrible for Crepusculum too, for her situation was exactly the same.
Soon, very soon, there would be a new ruler to take over, to finish off everything they had started. The one with a family had top priority. More and more wolves with hate and fearsomeness in their blood would descend - not from Dakota...but from her. Who knew who she could choose for her mate? It would be someone with power, divine power. If they ruled somewhere else, there would be no need for her to have this place. She wished for it to be here though, for this land called to her strongly every day. It was the land of the wolf's cry. It was hers.
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Post by Epona on Oct 18, 2010 7:27:25 GMT 8
Gematria continued to watch from a distance, taking in the change that he saw in Dakota as the tension built between her and Crepusculum. His orange eyes glared at the challenging female, wondering why she was so sure of herself. He was slightly disappointed that Dakota was not doing more but then again, Crep was...larger, than her. The white male stretched briefly, readying himself if he needed to get up.
Dakota was not finished speaking to this female. "You have nothing here. No support, no allies, even the land hates you," she pointed her nose to the sky to show the gray clouds that were forming and how leaves fell from the trees and floated on the breeze to the ground, dead. It had not been like this before her arrival. Dakota snorted and stood, stretching and arching her tail high above her back. "You might as well give up, my dear, because you will not win," her tone was empty, hollow, and as cold as ice. Her eyes remained empty, showing no emotion at all and her body was completely relaxed, no sigh of tension anywhere.
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