Draighean snorted. Just because they were being permitted to leave did not mean they would not die in the end. The king knew that Dakota would return, she had to. And hopefully, Sulfur would be at her side. "Your...mate, has obviously made a wise decision." Draighean said in a condescending tone to Nula, hoping to send her away with ill-feelings towards her pups' father. He smirked and looked to Crepusculum, not really positive what she wanted to do next. He figured he would give them a days head start before he started tracking them. And it would be wise for them to split up if they were any sort of smart, which the brute kind of figured they weren't.
Crepusculum smirked at the earth flecked female, wondering what her true purpose of life was. All she seemed to be good at was stalking the previous king. Golden pools looked to her king's, understanding his plot finally. They would drive her away from the lands torn into shreds mentally. If history repeated itself, Nula would chase down the rest of the family, making them so much easier to hunt. If they split up, it would be a game truly matchable to Crep's intellect. Torture was their best idea yet though.
"Did you really ever think he loved you?" she asked, daring the female to move with a slow growl erupting from her chest after she spoke. "You're simply not worthy," she said, shaking her massive crown in sarcasm to the elderly female. The predicament that happened to this lost soul would never happen to her, even though she would soon be ready to have pups. The only reason she would ever bear young would be to expand their breed.
The multi coloured fae lowered, muzzle almost touching the ground and nodded to her son. "Please, take care," she murmered quietly, not wanting to leave him but trusting him to take care of himself. He was stronger then her, and she wasn't abandoning him like his father had done. With a final look in his direction, she urged her other children off into the lands and tried to think of a way she could escape there prowling glances. She needed to send them on there own way, and soon. Or else it would be all of them that were caught, not just one of them.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Nov 11, 2010 15:49:27 GMT 8
He sighed, as they left. He ducked his head, knowing at least she could try and find Savannah now. He turned and stared at the two rulers, he was faster than them, impossible to keep up with, and boy would he give them trouble. He stood up, a small trickle of blood seeping from his chest. He was small for a wolf his age, and the size difference between them was huge. If they wanted him for their army, then they would have to gain his respect, like they had gained Dakotas. "You don't scare me." He said bravely, his heart beat fast.
"We should scare you. Then again, you haven't seen anything yet," she said, wanting to cause him more infirmities. The terror of the darkness looked him over once, wondering what he could possibly do for their pack. Age hadn't come to him yet for intelligence to kick in, and he had no strength either. A spy would be the best he could be, a sire the least. Crep wished him to find a queen and have pups as soon as he could, for they needed their minions to be started at a young age so they wouldn't have to do the annoying work of conversion.
Even though Aurora would be in the pack of Draighean, they could sympathize with one another. Maybe, it wasn't best to let them meet. When slaves got together, they got the interesting idea that they could plan an escape. Separation was their best route for now, until their kingdom wanted the evil to spread. They had to change the land before it would change those living in it - this needed to be the second inferno plains, except even closer to hell. "What do you think this one should be, Draighean? Doesn't have much talent, but we can still use him," she said, getting a little bored with this slave already. Dakota was more useful, more interesting.
The king laughed darkly as he heard the young male's comment. He should be scared, very scared. Even though the young one had speed on his side, eventually he would tire and have to stop. Draighean smirked and wondered how useful he would be. At this point of his life, there was really nothing he could do. He knew that Fallon needed to respect them, and gaining that by fear would not be a lasting type. It would be lost the first second he was away from them and Fallon would think of escaping. Instead, Draighean thought of trying a different approach.
"What do you think you are capable of?" he asked young Fallon, looking at him closely with his piercing maroon eyes. Perhaps he would let the pup decide his own future. Should he protest, of course he would be kept under close supervision. However, if he cooperated, like Dakota had, he would be given as much freedom as he wished, as long as he stayed loyal. Dakota would return, Draighean knew, she just had to sort a few things from her past out, as he had needed to do with his own life before.
Post by Corrupted Soul on Nov 12, 2010 4:58:19 GMT 8
He almost rolled his eyes as they said that he should, maybe he possibly would, only time would tell. He shrugged at the king's question. "I dunno.. I'm faster than both of you, I know that, probably many more. That's my only talent.. I'm crappy at fighting and hunting, as I have less strength than an average wolf my age.. But I'm kinda working on getting my stamina up, it'll be easier for me to use my talent then." He said thinking. His head was bowed as he thought, and he stared at the ground, he could feel them watching him. He looked up again.