Walk This Way... [Nahani]

[Tremor]

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[bg=8190c8] He hadn't expected to be so far away from home. Not now at least, but here he was. Alone. Without a friend or family member to help him. But he wasn't complaining. He wasn't crying and turning tail, he was...lost yes, he was lost but he at least knew where he wasn't. He wasn't amidst his worthless flea bag of a brother. He wasn't around the two timing mongrels of pack elders that claimed what they thought was best for the pack to be law. He was all alone. Off to carve his own path. And yet his heart ached. He felt very much marooned on a lone island without a thought on how to escape it. Yet he had no one to blame but himself. He was far to the east now. The winds whipping at him at dangerous speeds he couldn't catch scent or sight of anyone he had known. Yet he was far from alone for sure. His crimson colored eyes traveled left and right, searching for signs of anything in particular. But alas there was nothing to fear. Perhaps that was enough to give him the momentum to go forward. No he wasn't sure where he was going but he couldn't simply keep waltzing north and hope to be accepted into the pack he so desperately began seeking since he had left Corsul. He was a free wolf. Or at least as free as could be expected. He still had the scent of his newly acquired past fresh on his pelt as his large paws dominated the earth below him. His muscles rippling through his pelt as he was clearly large. His frame towered over many of his pack mates. He was intimidating certainly, yet he did not feel in the least bit powerful. With his neck craned to the sky his nostrils flared trying to catch the scent of the one he had been seeking. His white dipped tail swung about in irritation. He was not a patient male certainly. He wasn't sure how long this would take but he supposed he couldn't rush it no matter how much he wished to. He found it increasingly difficult to keep pace as he scaled further up the grass streaked make shift mountain. The rocks compiled on top of each other made for treacherous ground. His paws had very nearly slipped a few times and sent him hurtling to his death. Where it not for his thick charcoal claws latching into the slippery surface he was certain he'd be far from gone by now. Yet he continued his ascend with not a complaint escaping his mouth. He was if anything determined to reach his goal. He would see for himself the nightmare that had haunted his dreams yet tantalized his wants. The devil himself, the one that not a soul would speak of within the pack and the rebels up north used as though whispering a curse onto each other. It shuddered his spine and quivered his muscles at the thought of it. This male known only as Nahani...He would look upon this so called monster for himself. Judge him with his own eyes. He would not allow others to make the decision for him. He would be the one to truly see if this male was the demon spawning monster that everyone seemed to quake from. Hmph as far as he was concerned they were all weak. Too futile to accept their fate. But Tremor was different, he wouldn't be lead astray by lies. He needed to find the truth, to seek the power that radiated off the very male's name. It shook him to his very core. Perhaps he would not be so unfairly judged then, not by this Nahani. He would at least have a clean slate, willing to do whatever it was to gain acceptance and being able to finally fit in. He was marked as a demon amidst his own world, so perhaps he could even so much as relate. The very though seemed to tingle in all of the right places as he stood on the ledge of one of the rocks lost in thought now. To no longer be marked with scorn amidst members because of his size, because of his eyes resembling that of Nahani's. Red was not a color of evil, if anything it was the color of life. If only they could see it too. The tri-colored male made his way to the very cap of the mountain and was taken back by the very beauty and giant distance he had traveled. He could see it on the horizon now. The fallen debris that marked Ilihari as a fallen kingdom now mere filth to pollute the world. The cold breeze rippled through his fur as it brushed his navy blue under pelt and he found himself grinning faintly. He could see it. He could sense it. The beauty of the fallen architecture now used as a beacon to those also outcast from their previous lives. Or at least that's what it meant to Tremor. Whether it to be actually true or not was an entirely different concept. He stared but a minute. Basking in the glory that was the territory to the north west of him. So far, yet so close. He could practically taste it. His nostrils inhaling deeply as he fumbled down the mountain at full throttle. Very nearly slipped and lost his grip a few times the rocks proving to be quite a challenge for his bulky physique he very nearly toppled over yet held himself just barely coming to the now flat basin of the ravine. His large paws slamming into the soft grass with a muted thud his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted. His chest heaving deep air as the higher he got the thinner the air became, now on level ground his lungs being replenished he was finally able to catch his breath he flopped down onto his haunches and looked about. For a land of the loners there was certainly a lack of them. They had not come to pester him. He had been alone the entire time. Satisfied with his scouting of the area he let down his guard if only a bit to just briefly gaze up at the sky. In that moment regret boiled in his stomach and formed as though a rock weighing down his determination. He just...couldn't abandon everything he had been through could he? His muzzle slipped a faint whine as he wondered now if he had indeed done the right thing. What if his world had been right? What if he were to die before reaching his true nirvana, his ultimate potential? Could Nahani be so willing as to slay him down where he stood simply for wishing to be part of his pack? He was not certain. There were little tails of his mercy for obvious reasons. Yet he still found himself willing to throw his life away just for the sake of being able to stand face to face with the so called beast. He must have been out of his mind, utterly insane or just plain stupid. Or maybe even in Tremor's case he was a bit of both. He certainly wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but he was still very bold. His eyes were hooded now by his white drenched ears as he looked down at his shadow as the sun reached it's mid day peak. He could see the darkness he was casting shrivel up and he wondered if that was truly him, slowly vanishing as though the shadow being engulfed by enlightenment. "Talking Tremor" Thinking Tremor Status; Completed. Muse; Okay. Words; 1,305 Tagged; Nahani Notes;Sexeh Sexeh table xD

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[Nahani]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Please!! The scream of protest rose and fell with the wind, whipping across rocks with a force to shatter them before it died down. Further up on the hill, a wolf lay on his back, his belly ripped to bloody shreds and one eye missing beneath a layer of gore and blood. One leg looked broken while the other lay dislocated beside his trembling body. Above this pathetic form stood a god-like wolf, his mass seeping power and authority. The blood splattered on his chest, forepaws and face guaranteed him to be the wolf's attacker. Fiery orange eyes burned with hatred at the male between his paws and the smirk on his face clearly said he wasn't done yet, no matter what cries of mercy came from the male. Please! The wolf cried again, his voice coming out in a whine now. Please I swear I won't say anything ever again. I swear I'll move my family far away and never set foot in these lands again. Please, just let me go home. The wolf above him sneered, his laugh malicious Clearly, Stone, you don't know me as well as the things you preach on me about. With a snarl, he reached out, grabbed the wolf's broken paw in his mouth and lashed his head around, essentially snapping the rest of the wolf's paw. The poor brute howled in pure agony before Nahani let him go. Once you piss me off, I don't ever forget it. The only way to forget it, is to get rid of what reminds me of it. The brute's eyes widened and his breathing grew heavier. He tried to scootch away but his attacker was quicker and lashed out with a snarl and grabbed the brute's throat, giving a violent lash and a resounding cracked followed. The brute fell lifeless to the stones, his eyes glazed in terror. Nahani lifted his head from the corpse and held his head and tail high, feeling once more the power he had over these lands. Just to hear the brute cry in mercy made him feel all the more mightier. He could feel the ecstasy of the adrenaline rushing through his veins and he wanted nothing more than to howl his success to the winds but he held himself back. There would be plenty of more times to prove his power over these lands. He heard a scratching on the rocks and he turned his head to peer through some brush next to him. Not far away, a male had appeared, looking a little shaken at surviving the climb but also a little lost. He smirked. Another victim? He had never seen this male before nor heard of him so he was no threat, fortunately for him. Flexing his claws, he stretched and eased himself from behind the brush, approaching the male with a very obvious casual gait. You look a tad bit lost... He spoke non-nonchalantly, keeping himself neutral in case the male could be a possible warrior for his cause. --- NOTES: Muahaha! STATUS: Open TAGGED: Tremor TALK HERE

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[Tremor]

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[bg=8190c8] Shepherds We Shall Be For thee, My Lord, For thee Power Hath Descended Forth From Thy Hand So Feet May Swiftly Carry Out Thy Command We Will Flow a River Forth to Thee And Teeming with Souls Shall it Ever Be.. There wasn't really any down time between the silence and solitude and the resounding yelps of terror and pain that wretched across the landscape. Truly they caught Tremor off guard, the large male looked surprised, even so much as horror stricken as the screams of agony dug into his ear drums making them fold back in response. Tremor had yet to truly see the blood of another wolf be spilled out from it's innards. He had yet to slay another being. He had never seen violence. Yet it was the envious hatred that drove him to seek out Nahani. It was here now, that he would find his wish be granted. Perhaps he should have been more careful of what he had wished for. He had not prepared himself for the stories to be beyond embellished with kindness and generosity for Nahani. Which was nearly impossible to even comprehend now. They spoke of his great violence and anger, but to be able to actually account for it and witness it, the mere tales of nightmares were children stories comparable to the real thing. Tremor had not been too far away as to not here every scream for mercy, to see the blood splatter and taint the earth. In fact, he had prime seating to the gore. The crimson liquid trailed along the floor sticking to the grass and coating it vibrantly as well as forcing it down. It was sticky and weighted. The amount of blood the poor creature had lost it was astonishing he could so much as even speak. He merely sat there. He watched the horror unfold behind his eyes. The orange and black blur...Nahani. Immediately it clicked in Tremor's mind the sort of danger he was truly in. He clung to every boisterous baritone the male resounded across the hillside as though he was alone with his victim. The way he played with him as though he were food. Tremor could visibly see as clear as the blue sky the amount of damage Nahani had caused the unsuspecting wolf. His limbs were sprawled, one was amputated from his body, his stomach disemboweled. He could feel the fear of reality tingle up his spine. This was the true Nahani. The Nahani of nightmares. The one who held no regret. Every sensible bone in Tremor's body told him to run, to flee back to the safety of his previous life and never look back. Yet he didn't seem to move a muscle. An inch, anything. He simply sat in awe. Dumbstruck and frozen where he sat watching the very blood splattered male torment his victim further. Each snap of the male's bone each yelp and cry of pain was as though intoxicating toward Tremor. It made his spine shudder and his muscles constrict. He felt very tense as the orange and black male seemed to finally release the male as though about to set him aside. He could see the tethered husk of what once was a wolf attempt to crawl away. Not that he had gotten very far for the final blow was struck. A resounding snap of one's spinal chord from the skull cavity was enough to make any other wolf sick. Inside Tremor felt ill, he felt hot and feverish. He wasn't quite sure what to do, or where to go. The harsh reality of what he had been seeking was truly a monster was setting in as though pins and needles digging into his pressure points immobilizing him from actually getting away. Yet there was some part of Tremor that seemed to ravish in the idea of eliminating those who plagued one. Being able to sink one's fangs into another and tear their flesh from their muscle was exhilarating. Perhaps he was just simply split by his envy and his fear, but right this instant his embellishing hatred for his brother was winning. His large form was stiff and robotic as he looked away from the scene. He didn't need to be feet away to see that the creature who had previously caused some sort of strife amidst the orange and black male had been swiftly dealt with, horribly mangled and killed for his actions. Tremor's ears perked suddenly. The vibrant sound of paws crunching into the tall dried grass caught his attention as he once again looked up. His head was up. His tail erect, it made him shrivel in utter fear and respect for the unknown being so brave as to tear other to shreds if they were so bold as to cross him. Although his approach would generally seem if nothing more than a casual stroll time seemed to stand still as the image of the male approaching Tremor was that of slow motion. Each ripple of his powerful muscles below his fur, his blood soaked upper body dripping with carelessness. Each resounding step he took toward him was as though an earthquake setting off before him. Each droplet of crimson liquid a splash of ocean on his face as he felt his heart sink. The amount of authority that was radiating off the male was enough to make him shake like a terrified pup. Yet he held his ground, as best as he could. His jaw was lucid, slacked even as he felt in the very presence of a deity. A god of death and mercy among mortals. His very presence was that of a blessing as he stood before Tremor. The male's entire body was constricted as his ears sank against his head, his tail tucking beneath his stomach as his neck craned down, his shoulders locking inward. His body forcibly making himself look smaller as his blood red eyes looked upon the power stricken male. His eyes shooting down to his feet almost immediately he dared not look into his eyes. He would never wish the fate of the unknown male now disemboweled but a few yards away on himself. Disrespect the god? And become an outcast in the after life? Not on his life. He could see the tension behind the male's paws. The blood now crusting over as the black was tainted red from the foul peasant that dared threaten him. Certainly Tremor was a bit more imaginative than originally thought. To actually view this male as a god before mortals was preposterous. But in his mind it made perfect sense. He could see the chaos as his eyes began to trail up the blood coated legs gazing upon his puffed out chest of jet black fur smeared with fluid and debris of what would be muscle. His eyes dared glance up once when the male had spoken to him. His deep voice intermingled with the darkness that surrounded him. A power of blackness, the prince of sin. Yes he could see it now. He merely cast a glance upon him when he spoke about him being lost. His voice was but a petite whisper, soft and wavering. He feared for his life and for the hellfire that would reign down upon him if he were to simply speak the wrong words. "I am but a lamb lead astray so that you may shepherd me back to your kingdom my lord." Tremor was certainly gone now. His mind had all but left the building it seemed. Without warning his body arched down as he took a more than humbling bow before the orange male. "You are the one they call Nahani..the god of chaos. The prince of darkness, the lord of power. Oh please my lord I humbly beg you to grace me with your knowledge so that I too may find my place among your servants." Tremor's form had sank entirely into the dirt. His eyes were forced shut as he kept his tail visibly tucked under him. His ears folded against him he proceeded to lap at the ground where Nahani had been standing. Barely scraping his claws with his tongue he winced and commenced to quiver not even daring to open his eyes. Terrified? He certainly was. Out of his mind? Beyond understanding. Whatever doubts he may have had about Nahani were all but erased, his mind twisting him and tormenting the images so that he appeared to be twenty feet tall, a god, darkness erupting from his spine as he patiently awaited judgment his mouth was clamped shut as he spoke nothing more. "Talking Tremor" Thinking Tremor Status; Completed. Muse; Okay. Words; 1,410 Tagged; Nahani Notes;Stop giving Tremor the crazy pills D:

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[Nahani]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Pathetic. Truely pathetic. But of course, what more could he expect out of wolves who just witnessed his power. As he neared the male, it's body lowered, cowering himself beneath his bulk as though terrified he'd rip out his throat if he looked at him the wrong way. The thought made him grin. He supposed he could let this one live, for a while anyway. He showed some promise but already being terrified. You've done one thing right today, brute. Acknowledge my authority. His voice was velvety smooth. In the mouth of any other male, it would have been attractive, compelling and sweet. But, now, it dripped with poison and cut like razor blades. It was seductive and deadly at the same time. He was one of those males who didn't appear deadly at first glance but piss him off, and you'd wish you had walked away when you first saw him. He stopped inches from the quivering body of the demoralized wolf and had to quickly draw away his paws as the brute reached out his tongue in a worship like way to kiss the very ground he walked on. This male almost treated him as though he were death himself, as though he were a deity made real. He could use this male. No point in killing something that would do anything for a simple praise. Get up, mutt. He snapped, his tail raised to make sure the male did as he was told. You're making me sick watching you. It was a wonder he even bothered to put up with anyone at all besides himself. Often times the mere words that escape the mouths of other words irritated them. Part of that, though, was his arrogance that everyone around him was no better than him. If you wish to not end up like that sorry son of a bitch over there then I suggest you do everything I tell you. Usually, I don't put up with anyone but you have already peeked my interest. I could use someone like you. An evil glint appeared in his eyes as he lowered his head to the male. You know, I need someone that I can trust. Someone I can rely on that won't tell my secrets. Can I trust you? Of course, he knew the male would, simply out of fear. He was sure the male could already feel what it would be like to rip his intestines from his very belly and lay in agony for a long slow death. He knew he could feel what it would be like. He would have to resist though. Having a wolf completely and utterly loyal to you was definitely something you wanted to have in your pack, someone you could use as a pawn who would always come back wagging his tail. An Omega, a slave. Tell me, male, what is your name? He tried to sound as pleasant as possible as he began to clean the blood and gore from his body, starting with his face and chest. I believe I have room in my pack for someone like you... That is. If your interested... He turned his fiery orange eyes on him once, daring him to turn the offer down. --- NOTES: Eh, muse is back but not as great as I want it to be. STATUS: Open TAGGED: Tremor TALK HERE

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[Tremor]

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[bg=8190c8] Shepherds We Shall Be For thee, My Lord, For thee Power Hath Descended Forth From Thy Hand So Feet May Swiftly Carry Out Thy Command We Will Flow a River Forth to Thee And Teeming with Souls Shall it Ever Be.. He spoke. He spoke loud and clear words that made Tremor tingle with he supposed would be pride. He had acknowledged his authority certainly. But he wasn't quivering as though a frightened pup. His body merely shrank and appeared to be smaller. He knew his place. He was but a loner, an exile within neutral land gawking up at a higher being than he. A deity in his mind, it was but an alpha in reality. Alpha still meant knowing one's place. Even on neutral ground. It would avoid stepping on any toes certainly. His eyes down cast he didn't see Nahani grinning at him. He didn't see the way his lips curled up into a monstrous conniving smile. His voice was a thick baritone that rang in Tremor's ears. He could feel the very poison that intermixed with his saliva as he seemed to be able to change his octaves as though it were nothing. He attempted to compare his own voice, although he was still perhaps growing and his voice hadn't entirely dropped, it was still relatively deep. Perhaps he had done something wrong however. As soon as he was able to lap at the dirt and grime coated grass to worship the male he retracted himself. Nahani's paws moving back away out of his reach. He quickly sucked in his tongue and held his breath. Stupid him. Clearly the god before him did not like to be worshiped in such manner. Ah stupid stupid him. The way he lashed out at him. His eyes now trying to avoid eye contact his words stung more than any actual physical assault could have managed he supposed. Mutt...He called him a mutt. As though he was mere rubbish off the path. Would Nahani have been anyone else Tremor would have snarled in defiance and even perhaps physically lashed out as to defend his honor. But this was different, this was not a thing of honor or understanding. He had disrespected Nahani some how and thus obeyed his demands. He slowly pulled himself to a seated position. And despite his larger size than Nahani still found himself able to shrink down so that he was lower level. He felt his ears fold back when the male retorted about how his actions made him feel ill. Oh that was not what he had wanted to do at all. This was certainly not the day he had first pictured and imagined when he had left his home. Now he was standing before someone who would possibly be willing to give him a second chance, to prove that he was more than mere dust off a path. He wanted to prove himself, to prove his worth. He would have to do anything within his power then he assumed. Tremor's eyes stayed locked on the earth as he merely listened to Nahani. His heart feeling a heavy weight in his stomach rather than a violent beating of courage. He was not courageous, he did not have the animosity to stand up to someone so famous, so utterly cruel. No, he knew his place. Or rather what he believed was his place anyway. His ears perking softly when he heard the male speak again. His voice almost as though beckoning him to further listen to him. His entire mind clinging to each and every word for dear life. He waited until Nahani had finished speaking when he was able to muster up enough courage to finally speak. "For you my lord I would do anything. I do not wish to displease you." His voice was soft, almost a whisper and he felt the need to whine in discomfort. His spine was arched in yet he kept himself quiet. He didn't wish to be so close to one held so high. It was as though standing on the edge of a cliff. Very unnerving and terrifying certainly. Yet he continued to stay seated. His eyes focusing ever so keenly on the ground he did not wish to further insult what he would believe was the master of his own fate. His world, death, everything was controlled by the smaller and much more violent orange and black coated male. He felt his breath hot against his ear now. His whiskers tickling the inside of his ear canal he felt his muscles lock up. His head was no even with Nahani's. No no no this was not how it was supposed to be! Blast it all! Tremor merely listened further slinking down into himself his back was a very uncomfortable curvature yet he merely bit the bullet to listen. He certainly was flabbergasted at what he heard. Trust...He wanted trust? Tremor had grown up on stories of this male as though he was a rumor, to actually be within his presence..he would give him anything. Anything to prove he was loyal to him. But alas Tremor was far too cotton mouthed to speak. He only managed to nod his head like a fool. Repeatedly and quick he replied to the males question with a certain yes. He would rather kill himself than disobey Nahani. There was no turning back now. He'd even kill Sorek if he had to...His own brother. It made a violent tinge of guilt wrap about his soul yet he ignored it. Anything for the god before him. Anything to prove himself. Absolutely anything. He was his to command, to send into battle, to attack when necessary. He was completely Nahani's. His alpha. Anything to prove that he was worth something more than dirt. He was willing to kill anything that stood in his way. Certainly he'd never attacked or even harmed another, yet if that was what was needed to prove his worth then he would without a second thought. To prove that he could be powerful, fight the fight and walk the walk. When Nahani spoke again it was framed in the form of a question. A residual lump seemed to form within his throat prohibiting him from even so much as uttering a word at this point. Directly asking him this question. He gulped, trying hard to breathe. "I'm called Tremor my lord." He responded slowly, trying not to stumble over his words. Though Nahani seemed to shift over toward more pressing matters of interest it seemed. He asked him, nay, demanded that he joined his pack in such a manner that it was still framed in the form of a question. Tremor's bright red eyes went wide, excitement, fear, all sorts of emotions jolting through his spinal chord as he could only nod for a brief few moments before once again finding his voice. "Oh yes my lord...yes of course. I would do anything to prove myself worth your time." He wanted to once again fall into the dirt and thank him yet he restrained himself this time. Merely sitting there with his shoulders and entire spine arched forward. "Talking Tremor" Thinking Tremor Status; Completed. Muse; Beyond Abysmal. Words; 1,158. Tagged; Nahani Notes; TOOK TOO LONG D':. Sucks too.

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