Tyrant

A large black brute strolled into the lake. Oh this great lake he had one visited a few times yet so much has happened here with his family. It was here his father made one of his finer kills, here that his brother conversed with the legendary killing Shadow. Here that his sister gathered some of her force. But Tyrant had never been here.

It was beautiful, he had to admit. The contrast of wet snow on wet ground was eye catching as well as the little sheets of ice floated long the top of the ice as if they were lighter than feathers. Tyrant only smiled at the sight and moved further down toward the lake. Edging into the cold water to look at his reflection. He was big, thick. He stood around 3'4" and weighed 180 pounds(81.6kg). His bodice was jet black with blood colored eyes. He has a nasty chainsaw looking scar on the top of his muzzle and an upside down trianle formed from the bottom eye lid of his right eye. The only other scar he had was the bullet wound through his shoulder. He sighed and shook his head. Letting his paws cool with the water. Eyes closed as he drifted into thought.

Selas & Kyra

Two white figures were moving beside the lake. One had beryl eyes, and another had amber. Both had taupe paws, and both light weighted. One was vicious and another was some-what like the other.

Selas saw the male wolf, and sprinted forward, like a dog with out the leash. She was light and moved fast, very fast. Ask Kyra. Kyra followed in pursue like the owner trying to stop their dog. Selas was full charge, mouth open and claws digging into the Earth. She had her ears back, and was aiming for the stomach if he moved forward she'd bit his tail, going backwards would cause Selas to bite his head or neck.

Kyra was running to, but she wasn't as fast as Selas. Maybe because Selas barely ate? Or was it the fact that Selas was pushing herself. Kyra yelled at the top of her lungs, when Selas was a few feet away, "RUN!" She was exhasted but kept going, she couldn't let Selas kill him or tackle him. She just needs to get Selas.

.....vixen......

Nix! Nix, this isn't funny, get your butt back here! Even though my pups were nearly eight months old now, I couldn't help but worry myself sick over them. If their father ever caught them....They'd all be dead. My night colored son had found a way to disappear from the ranch where I had been staying and wandered away. He had always spoken of wanting to see a big body of water, so what other place to go then here? I come forth, trotting quickly when my eyes land upon a black male. Well, he wasn't who I was looking for but maybe he had seen my son. Ah...Excuse me? Have you seen an adolescent running around here? Anywhere? I asked him. No point in just passing him by, right?

Tyrant

Tyrant turned to Vixen as the quizical female came up to him. He smiled softly and was in a mid-shake of he head when Krya called out to 'run'. Bleeding pools turned to see a fea coming straight at him with open jaws. If he ran, it would mean Vixen would have been head long for the shot. He wouldn't put her into that position. Instead he turned about and faced the wolf with baring fange. His stance lowered and as she came upon him he bit vigerously at her front paws to catch them. He wouldn't hurt her until further pushed but he was ready to life his head and flip her if the move was possible. If not he would countinue to bite at her chest and legs while she bit at a very thick neck.

Selas & Kyra

Selas saw him and didn't know what his plan was and, used the last minnute to jump. Landing roughly she toppled down. Getting up she shoke her head. Her ears pinned to her skull, and her bodice tense. White coat dirty now, she had felt something pop, or crack on her fall and it hurt to breath but she didn't think anything of it. She moved forward and moved to the males side, closer to water. Her fangs were bared, they sharp and perfect. He was close enough now, to see sharp long black claws, on her paws. If you looked closer at her you could tell she was in pain. But some wolves don't know when to quit.

Kyra followed and watched Selas jump and roughly fall. She winced, and watched her. Kyra's tounge was hanging out of her mouth, and then she said between breaths, "Sorry 'bout Selas... she's a little wacko." Looking to Selas now she put her tounge back in her mouth, and said "Come on Selas. Lets go." She moved closer up and brushed against her before saying again, "Your safe... I'm here." She looked at Selas hopinh this worked, like it did everytime.

Tyrant

His angered eyes softened at the sound of the crack. It was loud enough for him to hear. As she got up and persisted to pester him, he smiled. "Oh, a fiesty one aye?" He chuckled arrogantly as the fea continued to bare her fangs. He noticed that she was in pain. He knew pain.

His eyes glanced down to her claws. Unusual. But so was he. For his limbs were shorter than a normal wolf as well as his head much more broad. He outweighed normal wolved 30-50 pounds. He bared his own fangs, slightly larger than a normal wolf's but he had gotten a lot of his mother's traits so they were shorter than his fathers. "You remind me of my sister, love." He cackled at Selas as Kyra appoached. To Kyra's 'wacko' comment, he promptly retorted. "Aren't we all."

Kyra & Selas

Selas's figure soften but like a monster not thinking, or a dog betrying you, she turned to Kyra. Fangs bared she slashed at her, and moved towards her now. She lunged forward with the same speed as always, and her ears pressed to her skull, so tight they were almost invisible.

Kyra growled back at Selas, and her fur bristled on end. She watched her lunge and stood her ground. Taking the hit she toppled down, and slid up slashing at Selas back. She growled again, this time her growl seemed more fierce. Ears pinned back she showed mercy though. Selas was on her belly and vunderable if Kyra wanted to she could kill her right now. But instead stopped right their, and turned to the male wolf. "Whats your name? I'm Kyra and thats my sister Selas."

Tyrant

He watched their quarrel with an invisible brow quirked. Ears flicking back to Vixen to make sure she was alright but he wasn't sure if he should take his attention off the two infront of him. They were bickering and it could lead to something more dangerous if he turned his back on them.

"I am Tyrant, Son of Vicious and Fallen. What reason does your sister have to attack one while they aren't looking?" He smiled, thick bushy gave humorous wags behind him. "You look like two house pets arguing for who gets the humans lap tonight." He stared at Selas. An arrogant grin plastered on his face. "I am just assuming you are new to the valley. I would show you around but I am not a valley favorite." He chuckled lightly to himself at the comment. It was sad but he found it oh so amusing at who judged him for just his family's actions. Surely if they are evil so is he.

Kyra & Selas

Kyra looked at the male wolf, before saying "Natrual reaction. Were far from house pets just so you know. And we'll get around fine." Each response was a snappy to him. Turning to Selas she watched her turning back to Tyrant. "Why aren't you a favorite? And at this rate. Everyone will hate Selas."

Selas finally realized what happened, and got up. Shaking her coat she moved forward. She layed beside Kyra, and listened to them. Hearing Tyrant, speak of her she snapped before he sister could even open her mouth, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry" She rolled her amber eyes, and looked at him once more. One thing she hated was males... well females more but still.

Tyrant

Tyrant merely chuckled at their statements. Turning to Selas first. "Hurt me? You couldn't hurt me love. I was born stronger than I should have been. I don't like hurting other canines but if it is destined I can destroy them." his attention now reigned on Kyra and a devilish smirk course over his lips. "Selas has a long way to be more hate than me or my family. If my father wasn't who he was, I would probably be less despised. You don't know who Vicious is do you? My father is the most wanted among the humans and still wants more of a bounty. You ever kill 13 human kids in a day? He is rude and obnoxious. Has more children that a mouse and will kill who ever he pleases. This scar," He looked at his shoulder. "I don't attack humans much but I was shot on my first round. The scar under my eye is from a bounty hunting wolf. Yes, we have bounty hunters. And the scar on my muzzle was while I was attacking chickens. In most cases your would presume a wolf with his muzzle in another's jaw would die. I won that fight." He growled softly then looked off in the distance. His eyes held a fiery pain more than pleasure for the win. He didn't like fighting canines.

Just as quickly as the sour face arrived it disappeared into a friendly smile. "As you see, there is a lot of competition here dear Selas. Over all most hated is my blood sister, Risen. She runs the Shadow Haunters. Ask any resident here and they will share their hate about her to anyone." He smiled, almost proud that his sister was accomplishing her dreams. To be the most feared, the most hated. One of the stronger and darker forces in the Valley.

.purgatory. .+. .vixen.

Trapped in Nothingness

I come forth, my tail tucked beneath me. I had watched Selas attack my half brother, but I had a question for him. A big favor, in fact. I keep my eyes down, avoiding looking at Selas and Kyra, murmering softly to my brother Tyrant, my sister. She disappeared after leaving Vestiges territory. I'm...I'm afraid Risen will kill her. My eyes drift around, as if that very moment Ressurrection will appear. Actually, she probably would knowing her. Will you keep an eye out for me? If...If I do it....Sacrifice and Risen will be ashamed of me. My voice was barely above a whisper, as if that was the worst thing in the world to have my full and half sisters mad and ashamed of me. Oh, dear sweet little Purgatory, always trying to please others. Trying to keep others happy. My tail is tucked firmly beneath me, the tip of it wagging to and fro as if to please Tyrant. Yeah, I was a suck up.

I'm Everything You Ever Wanted

My eyes follow all the proceedings, but I don't intervene. Its not my place to do so. As Selas calms down, a delicate invisible eyebrow raises but I make no noise. Then another shows up. My already tense body tenses even more. So many wolves, all in one place. I lay down, my back legs ready to spring if any come to close. I listen to Tyrant, shaking my head at his words. Mumbling under my breath I say I've been here for nearly eight months and I'm just now hearing this. Wait...Shadow Haunters. I've heard that name. Somewhere. Oh, I hope they didn't get little Nix. Okay, so hes not that little. But hes still my baby, and thats all that matters. I had left my other five pups at the Ranch, telling them to make sure nothing went wrong. What could possibly go wrong with five pups? Oh god, everything. What was I thinking? Oh well. To late now. Softly I say to the females and Tyrant, I am Vixen, resident of the Ranch. Did I protect the Ranch? No, not really. I just kinda stayed there. Heh, I occasionally got into the chickens, but I was hungry dammit! And...Well they don't shut up. Why not make them dinner?

Tyrant

His head perked and he watched his younger half sister approach. Nodding gently to her, "I'll keep a look out for Ressurrection. Would you like me to send her to you if I find her. Or have her wait and come get you?" He offered the kindest of smiles to the younger sibling. His family was all who trusted him. A ring of trust you might say, though broken in many places.

It was then he looked to the hesitant Vixen. Smiling at her as if to comfort her. Hearing that she was from the ranch he quickly put the two together. "Nice to meet you Vixen." He had gotten the very scar on his nose from the place. "You may not have heard of them for they haven't endangered humans.... yet. I don't doubt they plan though." He gave a sigh. "It would be wrong of me to say to submit to them. But they will kill your kind anyways if you don't. As long as you feel you are strong enough you will be able to defend against them." He turned his gaze to the ground, his head still held high. He was anything but submissive to anyone other than his family.

.purgatory.

A smile was offered to my brother, my friend. He was always so kind to me, even though I never really spoke to him. Just keep her in one place and or..Try and keep an eye on her. I don't want Risen or the others to kill her. Res, she was so independant and strong. She always had been. Everything I was not. I thank you, Tyrant. I give a meek smile to Selas and Kyra, uncertain if I should leave or stay. The fight between them all made me uneasy, scared even. Stupid healing thing. I hate fights. I look to the other, quiet female who speaks now I bow to no one. Her words were so soft, so gentle, but there was fire there. The same fire that burned in those green eyes of hers. Such pretty eyes....

Tyrant

He smiled to the both of them. "I shall, and Lyric will come get you." His gaze turned to Vixen. "And that is what makes us strong. Don't let it be taken away from you." He pondered, daydreaming of the fight the Haunters could possibly have at the ranch. What would they want there? His sister's evil plots always baffled him. He just didn't care much.

Kyrene, Dakarai, Niavo, Soleil

Through the marshes around Pike's lake a weimaraner picked her way across the terrain, stopping every now and again to cast her head back. From a distance, it would seem she was looking out for danger, which she was, in a way, but as you got closer it would become obvious she was looking out for her new pups.

Kyrene stopped for the fifth time and tilted her head round, her blue eyes scanning the lake side for her pups. Not two, not three, seven. With a small gruff, she carried on, water splashing over her paws and up her legs. Coming to a dry patch of grass closer towards the great lake, she shook the droplets from her coat as she waited for her offspring to catch up.

Soleil was hot on her mothers heels and was by Kyrene's side almost instantly, dripping but smiling. She copied her mother, showering the grass in a spray of water. The hybrid wolf/weimaraner pups would grow to be big, but also quick and muscled, especially so because of their father.

Soon after, Niavo arrived, casually trotting along. He didn't bother to shake the water from his fur, as the sun would do a good job of drying him. He stretched out, his grey coat glistening, as his chilling gold eyes spotted the group of adults by the lake. He eyed them causiously, Mom, who are they?

Dakarai, the eldest, came alongside his brother after shaking the water from his coat. Dunno. Niavo batted his brother round the head, I wasn't asking you! Dakarai responded with a mock growl, his voice now loud enough for Tyrant and the others to hear. Whatever, Don't hit me fluffball or I'll kick your butt! He then proceeded to charge Niavo, ramming him over and pinning him down. Bring it on then Niavo, If your so strong!

Kyrene rolled her eyes, Shut up, Dakarai get off Niavo. Stand up you wimp. Head down, she padded over and shunted Niavo to his paws. It was then she heard the name Vicious. She froze. Kyrene had yet to tell her children about their father, and luckily they hadn't asked yet. When Tyrant then said Vicious was his father, Kyrene span round to look at him. She waited for the rest of her children to catch up, before padding towards Tyrant and the others. She stopped near the group, not wanting to face a confrontation with her vulnerable children with her. Your Vicious's son?

Dakarai, Niavo and Soleil followed, each possesing some qualities of Vicious which Tyrant, Purgatory and the others would be able to see, some more than others.

Tyrant .+. Rage .+. Bloodbath .+. Unholy

Tyrant turned his head as at the little growl and watched the mother emerge with a curked brow. The question intrigued him even more. "Yes, Vicious is my father. Who are you?" It was then that an annoyed Bloodbath waddled up with a gruff expression. "Hey don't talk to her you wimp!" He splayed his legs and lowered his head. Growling deep in his throat. He narrowed his ice light blue eyes while deep crimson fur starting to rise, his thin tail quickly hovered over his back.

Tyrant simply snickered and lowered his head to the pup. " She spoke to me first." Bloodbath ruffled and snorted. "Yeah, well... well! She didn't ask for you to ask her anything! So Nah!" He stuck out his little tongue and sat on his rump with a huff.

Rage was the next to come up. His deep orange-red eyes shifting about as he came up next to his mother, staring at Tyrant through narrowed eyes. Tyrant would have figured him to Vicious' son if he had been bigger, but since he was still a puppy, the tiny replica offered no hints of who the father was.

Unholy slowly emerged behind Bloodbath. Her beige coat dripping and she gruffed. "I hate water." With that she stepped off a bit and shook herself vigorously. Sending a small shower around her as if she had become a miniature rain cloud. It was then everyone was acknowledge and she growled. "Why speak to him mom?" With narrowed gray eye she gave an annoyed snort and waited for an answer.

Kyrene, Dakarai, Niavo & Soleil

Kyrene's face straightened into a nuetral position as Tyrant confirmed his father was Vicious. My name is... but she was cut off by her son. She smiled wickedly, Bloodbath had a mouth on him. When Tyrant and Bloodbath had sorted out their little 'dispute', Kyrene started again. My name is Kyrene. These are my children. She paused and began to direct her muzzle in the direction of each pup as their name was spoken. Rage, Bloodbath, Unholy, Dakarai, Niavo, Soleil. Ressurrection is around here somewhere... The mother cast a look behind her in search of Ressurrection, but there was no sign. Still, it would do her good to try and find her family anyway. Turning back to Tyrant with a proud smile, Kyrene readied herself for her next string of words. It was said more to Tyrant and her children, but it would be loud enough for them all to hear. My children don't know their father, but I think it's time they did. Their father is Vicious.

Dakarai was showered by some of Unholy's water. He frowned before batting her with his paw. You got me wet.

The three pus then regrouped with their other siblings as they listened to their mother. Each one looked confused. Niavo piped up, So...Who is Vicious? If he's our dad, then who is he?. Dakarai followed suit, padding over to Tyrant. Wait, your dad is Vicious too?...Are you our brother?!

Tyrant .+. Rage .+. Bloodbath .+. Unholy

Tyrant eyes twitched within dark caverns as the news was poured on him. Glancing from the pups to the mother, the word Ressurrection rung in his ears. He already had a sister with that name. "Now there are two Resurrections?" He chuckled under his breath Shifting to the young cub. "Yes, that would make me your brother, and you have many many more brothers and sisters out in the world. All of them related to you by our father. In fact, you have well over thirty living siblings at this very moment. From the fierce Risen to the tiny Iota. From the kind Silver Trace to the ruthless Rapture. You will find your siblings some to love, and some to hate. I am neutral party, and thusly love all of my siblings equally..." Bloodbath spat and snickered quiet loudly. If he had been trying to hide it, it very well did not work. Tyrant glanced over to him and perked an ear. "And what is so funny?". With a deadly humorous glare, Bloodbath began to hiss joyfully. "And how do we know you aren't lying to us you stupid bastard." Tyrant quirked his head. "You're quite the little devil aren't you?" Without hesitation Bloodbath retorted. "He only wishes could be as good as me!" For the first time in his life; words had failed poor Tyrant.

Instead of continuing with a pointless conversation that would go absolutely no where; Tyrant turned to Kyrene, "They look all very strong, but that one there is going to be the type to be either loved or hated." He paused and gave a sharp look to Bloodbath then continued. "There would be no in between. He paused and looked down at the rest.

Unholy simply looked up and smiled, giving a wag of her tail. Trying to portray innocence. Tyrant smiled right back and commented. "Cut the crap, I can see through your lies." Instantly Unholy glared, her tail ceasing from its movements. Grunting. "Nice to meet you to." It was then a devilish smile coursed her lips.

Rage said absolutely nothing, he only continued to stare around the three through red orange eyes. Tyrant turned to him, then spoke to both the pup and his mother. "Is, uhm... Is Rage... Mute?" He paused and looked to the pup again. Rage said nothing, not even offering a single growl. If looks would kill, by god, Tyrant would be pushing up daisy so fast, but they couldn't so his efforts were futile.

.purgatory .+. .vixen.

Now where had all these little ones come from? My eyes follow them to see if my black Nix is among them, but alas he is not. Steel grey frame huffs in frustration, then I offer a smile to Kyrene. Well, not many of these outsiders were friendly, now were they? I am Vixen. I offer to her. Shes quite beautiful. I wish I had a coat like hers, but mine was that the color of steel. Not the best. Green eyes drift over the pups once more, a soft smile in place. They're adorable. Not the best with manners, but adorable nonethe less.

Trapped Hellion

Instantly my ears perked at the mothers words of a Ressurrection, but then I heard it was her pup. A soft sigh escapes me, but I put on a false smile that I always gave to Sacrifice and Rapture. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Purgatory. One of your numerous half sisters. My tail wags merrily. Its hard to believe I'm related to Sacrifice and Risen. I'm just to damn nice. But inside of me....Inside of me there was something dark and dangerous that wanted to be let loose. I just had to figure out how to make it come out. But, with my luck I'd be vicious for but a moment and then turn back into a docile little lamb once more.

Tyrant .+. Rage .+. Bloodbath .+. Unholy

Tyrant sat quietly and kept his ears on all of the wolves around him. He would take his turn to be silent for once.

Rage growled under his breath. quickly the growls died and he laid down, licking his paws and legs. Rage was quite, too quiet, infact he had never said a word since he was born. He never barked, never yipped, just growled and gruffed. But that ment he had a voice right? One he would never let anyone hear.

Bloodbath looked up to Purgatory, eyeing her for a moment. "Numerous sisters huh? If they're all like you I fear the way my sisters will turn out." He turned and openly present his "Disgusing" to Unholy. His evil anticts were only retorted with a sour glare. "You're one to talk bat ears." Bloodbath laughed at the comment and rounded upon his sister. Quick and sly he moved around her. "Watch your tongue oh loveable sister. You may be chewing on it one day!" He growled as darkly as a pup could, then offered his darkly wicked smiles. Moving up to his mothers side as if all innocence was on his side.

Rolling her eyes she quietly asked Purgatory, "Are all our brothers like this?" Tyrant shifted uneasily, grumbling under his breath. "There are many who are kinder, if you take that way. Darker, evilier.. stronger." His smile arose, picking at a string he through would play Bloodbath's note.

He had hit the right one and Bloodbath quickly growled. "Stronger! HAH! They wouldn't be able to beat me with my eyes closed! You just wait and see you.. you.... damnit I'm running out of words to call you." Quickly he searched his mind for an insulting word, coming up with:"Human-feet-licking-shit-paddy! Oh ho! What now Biotch!" He made a little dance and resumed his position next to his mother. A grin plastered strongly onto his face.

.purgatory.

My eyes flashed dangerously, and a hint of that inner monster was seen. I lift a paw and go to roll Bloodbath with it. Nothing painful, just something to get his attention. I hated others who couldn't mind their manners. No, they're not all like me. I have three sisters that I know of that would eat you in a heart beat. Sacrifice, Ressurrection, and Risen. Well, Sacrifice wouldn't really eat him she'd just torture him. Same thing, right? At the little females question, I laugh softly and murmer Nah, not all of them are arrogant pricks like him. Some are just nicer about it. I said it loud enough for Bloodbath to hear, my eyes flaming. Manners. It was high on my list and he was breaking all my rules.