[Break the Peace...]

[<Sain]

'I have read, and I do understand the rules of the Hitogoroshi Kawa Pack

Stats;

Name: Versailles
Gender: Female
Age: 5 Winters
Path: Dark
Other: Snickerdoodle? ^^

[Hmm. Let’s think back now, think back quite far. Ah yes, the Blue Moon. What was it referred to? Yes, that’s it. Good Luck. Alas, I never believed in that junk. One can’t trust some lore that’s obvious idiocy. That Moon took the life of an innocent female, If that's good luck...I guess we see on vastly different levels. Alas, I wish I saw a Blue Moon. For why I’m here, I don’t understand. Maybe something good would come out of it. But that’s a doubt I believe wholeheartedly. Hmm. My blood pulsates “loner”, but…Ah...it’s just not rational…]

Heavy, thick-furred paws set across the terrain slowly, graceless. The tone of the canter was rather lifeless. Held a sort of Mono feel to it. It was boring, the right leg would extend forth first, then wait for the left to follow, and whilst they continued, the two hind legs would move in the same fashion as their front counterparts, finally concluding with a painful limp due to a permanent injury, and the sequence would begin all over again.

That limp. Peculiar thing it was. It had a mind of its own, at times being less than ignored, while at other times acting as a tormentor. It had been induced through a fight, a fight with her stepfather. She managed on tearing his flesh to her content, but he succeeded on crushing her wrist beneath his set of stained pearls. Her obsidian maw curled back in a slight snarl in response to the memory, deep roan ears curling back against the deep fur of her nape. But she quickly brought herself back to a solemn state. Anger was something she didn’t want to accompany, not yet at least.

[…you see, my mind had chosen on making an appearance before a pack, before the queen of that pack. But if my mind’s not straight, I’m neither going to be accepted, or escape alive at that fact. Her Majesty might get a bad impression and end my misery. Not that I’d thank her for that, but I really ain’t that awful. Hope my wrist cooperates.]

Ah yes, back on topic now. That limp persisted, yet the female continued her walk. On top her four white pillars was carried a rather large bodied female, her coat dense through and through, painted with numerous shades of deep roan, black, brown and grey. Her banner had chosen to follow queue limply, hanging down lifeless from its base, and her ears finally calmed their harsh reaction, and stood straight from their furry refuge. They lingered back and forth slowly, observing the sounds on the land…the cawing of distant ravens, maybe wing beats…or rustling in the foreground. But these were average sounds, and weren’t worthy to be attentive to. No, the scents and sights her ebon nose and near-opaque golden optics took in were worthy of her attention. Her breaths were taken deep and slow, more so catch the drift of another wolf than to supply her lungs with oxygen. Her eyes scanned the area slowly, taking in as much as she possibly could. Her neck would obey to flex upwards if her auds happened to perk forward in unison, but when they continued their useless meanderings, her neck would follow, and lower her heavy-set head down once more.

[My posture is not fit to display before a queen. But I don’t really care. I believe in quality of the inside, rather than outward appearance. If she desires posture as a form of respect, I’ll have to pass. Seems my stepfather kept that emotion the night I left him.]

The distant cawing appeared to get stronger, or maybe it was something else. But it finally seemed her auds decided to work together, and they naturally held a steadfast posture, standing perfectly on top her roan-grey crania. Any movement they wanted to make seemed to be limited to a maximum of a 45 degrees radius, and no farther. Seemed her search was nearing an end. Her eyes scanned on, and her nostrils pulsated in a set rhythm. Ah yes, the borders of the pack. Her head naturally lift at her uncertain conclusion, and regardless of the pain-inducing limp, her saunter naturally quickened. She now had a “graceful” hop to her walk. Lovely.

[Keep calm now, darling. Smooth that ruffled fur. She’s just another wolf, no? Meh, Who am I kidding? Ah well. Maybe the Luck of the Blue Moon shall bless me for once. But once more, I doubt that.]

Her eyes finally lift to the skies, they were as dull as her eyes were. And as her gaze shifted forward, the rest of her frame followed in natural reactions. Her canter slowed, till it was no longer in motion. Her ears twisted back into their refuge, and her head churned left and right slowly, scanning for signs of movement. Her right limp-inducing wrist rested in midair, a few inches above the barren ground, finally relieving built up pressure. Wing beats lashing over head, and once more her auds thrust forward, this time chosing to cooperate with her head. Her breath slowed, now taking up its true function, and she kept an alert demeanour. “Aye, I hope her Majesty won’t think too lowly of me.”

She allowed a moment of silence, merely taking in the sounds of the surroundings, before admitting a low, tone-less howl to escape her throat, dispersing through the skies. Her head lowered back once more to a plain-straight view across the border’s horizon, and her haunches folded beneath her, her dormant tail finally curling across her white-mitted hind legs. Her right leg disobeyed her desire to lower beside its left counterpart, but she let it be. Guess her Majesty would have to live with that defect.

Ooc: I’m sorta museless xD Sorreh <3 The Title's weird...-cough- But remember, "Versailles" was a Peace Treaty, that later led to the dawn of WWII xD

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[Kovu]

ooc - Well ... This happens to be Asianna ... on my second account / character. I have more muse for him, so even though he hasn't been admitted into the Hitogoroshi Kawa in ic, I don't really feel like rping that one out by myself ... so he's just automatically in ... right ... Anyways, moving on. He'll be the one to admit her into the pack ... well ... if she gets admitted, but I'm sure she will.

Kovu wandered his new home with quiet annoyance, his companion, a black raven with an odd mohawk on his head, feathers raised slightly to give the impression of the human style, swooping lazily through the boughs of the thick forest. He'd named the bird Jager, meaning 'hunter' in the most common African tongue. Not that the grey wolf even knew what the continent 'Africa' was. The bird had given him the idea when it had squawked 'Jage' right when the alphess had growled at him, making the pleasant name, 'Jager'. The bird had, so far, merely followed him around, flapping its bloody wings, flying through the trees slowly and lazily, or hopping from branch to branch, depending on Kovu’s pace. Right now his ashen paws were set into a steady, easy paced lope, his short banner waving mindlessly behind him.

A small sigh escaped his jaws as once more he was struck with the cruel realization that he was completely and utterly bored. How a wolf could be bored he was unsure. There was so much to do, and yet, also so little. He had hunted a couple of hours ago with the ruler of these lands and together they had brought down a good sized doe. The brute had eaten his fill after Asianna had, then took a good hour to slip into a stream and wash away the blood that matted his fur. Then he’d had a pleasant sun bath to dry out in the loner lands were the sun was bright and warm. Now his coat was dry and clean, even fluffy in some parts, though for the most part his fur was ragged and lay in silken folds across his carcass. Kovu had given deep thought as to what he wanted to do now, but the only thing that came to mind was wandering his new homeland and learning its contours like a beloved mate.

The thin trickle of howl met his auds, perking them up right from their formerly slouching position. A femme was in the lands, or rather on the border looking forward to meeting the bitch of a queen. He snorted in irritance and stood stock still, waiting for a nasty reply to taint the air. But none such came. That’s when he remembered his orders, very clear (threatening) orders. He was supposed to watch the damn border while she was away beating some poor slum up in the loner terra. Annoyance flooded his veins like fire, just a degree off anger. With a sigh of pure contempt, he turned toward the border and female, then pushed his body into a sprint. Paws flew and after a short time his tongue flopped around the side of his jaws, spittle wetting his chin and the edges of his long lips. Figured. The devil knew he was a busy wolf, always something to do. He didn’t have the time nor the patience to deal with this little twit.

After an hour of his fast moving sprint, her stench clouded his nostrils, perfuming the air violently. He gave a disdainful sniff and pulled up into a smooth, rolling trot, his stump of a tail and crown raised with a conceited air. The vixen came into view, her form shifting through the sparsely placed trees of Asianna’s three-foot wide border. Then she was completely before him, paw raised slightly as if it was hurt, injured, though he could neither see, nor smell any blood. An old injury? Or even, possibly, a baiting to get the upper hand in a fight. When he was slightly out of attacking range he stopped, his muscles tensing and a deep growl rising from his gut and curling through the air to vibrate through the female’s eardrum. What do you want bitch? The Alphess is out, leaving me in charge ... Cursing? A harsh snarl followed his words, his usually placid, uncaring manner exchanged for a harsher, more ‘dark’ looking one. He would not say it’s a mask, just another personality, one of his many. His beautiful sea-green eyes examined her in completeness, a thinly veiled look of approval hiding below his look of aggression.

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[<Sain]

Ooc: Lovely! And no worries, I had time to catch up on my stuff ^^

Bic:

The howl that had so feverishly escaped from her alabaster hued maw now seemed to ring within the atmosphere, its echo growing more and more monotone the farther it happened to disperse. Her rusty-roan auds were attentive enough to stay held high in unison for as long as they could, but being disobedient as they may, as the dying howl’s serenade lessened with every passing moment, the ears presumed their annoying behaviour of shifting to every sound. For a while, they were subservient enough to remain within their 45-degree angle swerve range, but as the surrounding sounds became more daunting than the now lost howl, they went as far as breaking their boundaries, and moving to every minute, useless sound. It placed the oh so burdening task of now blocking these idiot sounds out, and focusing with her senses of sight and smell.

She waited a while, but after a few moments of hearing the wind rustling amidst the leaves hanging off the boughs of trees, hastened wing beats, and the cacophonous chorus of the ravens, her auds finally united once more, giving up their search, and folding back leisurely into her roan-grey nape. Her eyes narrowed, and a soft sigh escaped locked jaws.

[Oh Princess, your majesty, where are you? Don’t you know it’s rude to keep your guests waiting? Beh. I should have deduced this sort of welcoming from the beginning. Alas, I seem to be more dimwitted than is good for me. Guess I wait here then, I just can’t conceive the fact of leaving here empty handed…]

Her tail wavered from curling over her folded haunches to outspreading itself at a vertical to her spine, its ember tip would flick contentfully, but the rest of her banner disagreed with such actions, so the entire protudence would appear unmoving and dormant, just as it had a while back. Her paw, whose wrist had now finally disbanded with some of the pressure, rotated between hovering, and resting close to its counterpart. It was second nature to her now. Awkward, yes, but hey…it wasn’t her fault the structure beneath the white-red fur had been crushed. The pay had been the taste of that devil’s blood trickling through the caverns of her pearls, painting each with a sense of victory. A minor injury really wasn’t that bad. That was, of course, when it was as dormant as her lovely banner was. Right now, it was an extreme pain in the hindquarters. Ah well. It would cover up her usual idiotic behaviour. She’d be more presentable to her majesty…that was…when Princess chose to show up.

Time passed by, and no Alphess. At times, she wanted to turn back. But that was a waste of time on her watch, and the thought of going back merely angered the female farther. Her eyes narrowed, but her auds shot upwards in unison once more. At first, regardless of their unified action pointing in before her, she wanted to ignore it. However, her ears had never failed her…her most dependant sense. And before long, she beheld another figure…Though it wasn’t who she had expected.

[Ah, what’s this? Princess doesn’t want to come herself? So she leaves this fool in charge? Hmm. At least I don’t have to hold this fraud sense of impression now. Still…I’m slightly displeased.]

Her golden, slightly opaque optics refused to relax, and rather, squint ever so slightly farther. Her muzzle was pursed tightly, her auds now obeyed and contributed to her regal appearance, and she held her massive crania held high, observing the being before her. Ah yes, if she was thankful to anything about her blood father, it was the massive, brute-like body his genes had blessed her with. While her siblings inherited their mother’s Mexican Grey Wolf size, she took upon her Grey Wolf father’s measurements. Her very appearance was impressive when she attempted to look so. The thorned fur that stood along her spine seemed to relax slightly, but still held their upright position.

His words amused her. Of course though, it had been her Majesty herself, she would have been more serious, submissive almost. But this wasn’t Queenie, was it? And plus, the being before her was the opposite gender as she…it gave so much room to play with him, fool with his position if you may. The silence had been broken after a few moments of observation, by a rather elegant, melodious voice. It seemed drenched with an accent…vaguely Australian.

“Out is she? So she left you in charge. I understand. Disappointing, is it not? I was actually looking forward to meeting her Majesty…”

There was a short gap between the past and now current piece of dialouge.

"What do I want? Wouldn't it be obvious? Acceptance, of course..."

She allowed a smirk to play across her muzzle, her orbs softened, though the lids remained narrowed.

“I usually don’t give my cursing out to any fool. But seeing its Mandatory, Versailles.”

Her named was quite fitting. It meant Peace. Peace that led to war. Just one of the few things she thanked that demon of a Step-father of hers. Once more, she took a pause, lowering the slightly twisted paw to rest upon the ground, before speaking up once more.

“And your cursing, Handsome?"

[FINISHED!]