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Anyone who wishes to join may post here Smile Ody will be going over ranks and such as well, so if you are interested in a rank, this is the place to do it!

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He stood in the heart of his forest, a smirk adorning ebony lips. He had done it. He laid claims to these lands and went unchallenged in his choice. He uncaringly removed any souls that dared call this forest home. It was not time to call those who had pledged their allegiance to him together. Haunches slide towards the earth, twin tails curling around his hips. His new adorned crown tipped back, a howl breaking free from his lips, his voice echoing off the trees, traveling out for all to hear. He fully expected all of them to come willing, expect maybe one, the little she devil was definitely not pleased with his claim over her. Concluding his summons, he was fall silent, allowing the noises of the forest to resume their chatter as he waited.
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He sat utterly still and silent, silver gaze remained fixated ahead. Many would think that he might be wrapped up in his own little world, obvious to those around him. But ears picked up each chirp and rustle of leaves, nostrils inhaled every shift of the wind. He was far from oblivious. Anticipation swirled in his thoughts, soon his empire would be before him and would grow to impossible heights. A smirk was the only expression on his otherwise neutral face. Already plans were forming in his dark mind, assigning jobs to those he knew would come. It was today that he would give everyone a full preview of what he was all about and how each of them would play a role in his plan, whether or not they liked it. 

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>


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At least she did not have far to travel for she only ran a short distance, slowing down as she came to the scene of the two wolves. Only Ody had been familiar to her, the other wasn't. A soft breeze ruffled through her fur and she was brought forth back to the present. She reached some of the others soon enough, her orange-gold eyes glancing over both of them carefully. They were not a talkative bunch, but that didn't bother Nym..since she was a tad shy anyway. She stood still for now, her tail slowly wagging behind her as she wondered who else would show up.

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The howl would make Erzs lift her head slowly from where she had been laying, blind eyes staring in the direction it had come from unblinking. Rat bastard, of course he would claim a land as far north as possible even though every time they had met it had been to the south. Slowly the small woman would lift herself, letting out a low frequency for her companions to follow. They had both experienced the loud sheiks she could make, the frequencies that damn near burst eardrums but this one was a low hum, a vibration much similar to if you ran your damp finger along the rim of a wine glass. A soft soothing sound as she slowly drifted away. She would move in absolute silence, her passing seeming to silence the world around her. As always her lower jaw would unhinge and she would let out her sonar pings as she found her way north. She hated the cold, she wasn't overly excited about this pine home the king was calling them to but then again it seemed to be large, had a section backed onto the lake. Maybe he wasn't a fool after all...

The woman would drift into the group in silence, pointed ears lifted and head held high though her tail would shift behind her in it's normal neutral 's' position.  <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>'My liege. These are my two.'</em></font> She would direct her thoughts at her king and him alone, not addressing the other two present. He had promised her her choice of two wolves from his pack in return for a litter, she had already chosen. Newt and Persperone would be the ones she chose to help her in her studies. The other two were women, one smelt of Ody, in a familial way not in a claimed way... Perhaps the mother he had spoken of? Curious... If that was the case that meant she was the other poison user, maybe she would be helpful if she was interested in refining that ability. Erzs would remain standing, lingering nearby the other woman whom she did not know simply because that was the only landmark she had. 

<font style="color: #262836; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
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<P> Persephone had willingly followed the blind woman on her travels, keen to learn more about her and how she survives... with no sight. That, and their was an eeriness about the woman- Erzs was also teaching Persephone about poisons, how exciting! For once, Persephone would remain quiet and collected, following Erz, though the pace seemed painfully slow. Though, as the walk progressed to get to this call, the green nymph was quickly becoming bored and would take a moment to think of what mood the witch was in. A smile would pull upon thin lips before quickening her pace so they were side to side, " hey Erzsebet! Would you like me to serenade you with a song?" Persephone would simply blink and wait for an answer, before growing impatient and carrying on. " I can sing about love, nature... nature's a good one, oooo.... or, or, I could make you a song! that's an excellent Idea! Her mind would spin with possibilities, before looking over to Newt, the maiden hadn't had a chance to talk to the giant yet, but all in good time she hoped.

<P> When they finally arrived to the meeting, there were very few wolves who had arrived. Her eye's were first drawn to the placid woman, who seemed to be glowing and ever so slightly transparent, Persephone was tempted to go test this woman out and way a paw in and out of her body to see if she was the typical ghost. But then again, she didn't want to get a bad impression. Persephone would stay glued to the woman's side, wondering if we'd be poisoning these wolves today. Her oceanic gaze would then venture over towards a large male, dark in appearance, with bone spurs which clung to his spine. How interesting.... was he the alpha? she guessed as such at least and it was confirmed when Erzsebet would speak towards him as though they had struck a deal. Persephone would sit for the moment, curious to see what was to come of this meeting.
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He does not wait long, his mother being the first to arrive. His crown rotates to meet her gaze as she brushes the length of his side. Ebony lips tip up in a faint smile as she moves away to take a seat, ushering soft words. Nymeria is next, his multihued dove that was so eager to join without asking important questions. His little witch was next, her voice reaching out to echo in his mind as his gaze slide to the two that followed her. First was a woman cloaked in green with bright blue eyes. Next was an enormous woman bathed in dark hues that appeared purple, but he face was family. Newt. He waited, but Evike did not show, he would be dragging her here kicking and screaming. His gaze swept the crowd, pitifully small and composed of entirely women, but not discouraging. 
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<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"For those of you that don't know, my name is Odysseus Elysius and this is the Nekros Pack."</b></font> He started, looking at the green woman briefly since she was the only face he did not know. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"The rules of this pack are simple. Your loyalty is a must and should you decide to leave, you must first inform me of your decision. Each of you will learn the necessary skills of battle, regardless of your other duties."</b></font> A brief pause. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"My mother Artemis will be Lady, she is in charge of accepting new members and overseeing higher ranks. Erzsebet will be our Deputy for her skills with herbs. And you and Newt"</b></font> His gaze flickered to Persephone and Newt, <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Shall be her Medics, if you so choose."</b></font> He would then turn to Nymeria. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"And you, little dove, will be Mistress."</b></font> A faint smile lifted his lips.
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<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Any males that join will be tested and fall into the categories of warriors or hunters. Should any females wish to be a warrior or hunter, they will also have to prove their strength. You may all takes mates if you so wish, but any litter must be approved prior. And some of you already know that I will sire a litter from whomever I choose."</b></font> That was bound to turn a few heads. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"As of now there is only one other pack that I know, and I will be seeking them soon. We also have one slave, though she seems to have gotten lost."</b></font> His tone hardened, suggesting that she was going to pay for her transgression. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Any rank can be challenged for expect for Queen and Heir, who I will choose. You are welcomed to claim others and bring them back to the pack as your own or available for the general public."</b></font> He doubted anyone besides his little witch and his mother would take up this offer. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Any questions?"</b></font> His silver gaze scanned his small harem, meeting each gaze. This would definitely need some changing, he knew enough to know that a pack full of women was a recipe for disaster.

<font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #64110B;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>

Feel free to either exit or talk to Ody
The world was an odd thing. Her path was never quite certain. Some days she had followed the path of rising and claimed the world as her own and some days she followed the path of obedience and did as others thought best for her. This time around it seemed she had found an odd thing to keep. She had offered her the security she desired and at first she had been excited to find the stability her mind needed to grown and remember. However, upon wandering after the Banshee onto estranged lands her hair rose with agitation.

She would follow the women where she wished to go but she didn’t expect to always enjoy the outcome. Her eyes focused on the wolves gathering, one by one, and her violet gaze fell on the child like king and her face remained blank. She hadn’t wished to sub come to his ridiculous offer and he had been worthless in her eyes. However, her companion wished to reside within the pack and so she would begrudgingly do so in turn. She made no attempt to speak to the king for the time being as her companion silently spoke into his mind. She could only hear what then banshee wished of her but from the outcome of their king she was certain she had claimed her and some youth as her own.

He graciously delivered his titles and her brow arched for his gift of medic as her rank. Her gaze shifted towards the female she had met before. His mother and her thoughts circled around their encounter. She had found the female far better a fit then her youth before her. Though, in time perceptive behavior could possibly altered if the right circumstances were to occur. For the time being her loyalty simply resided with her companion. She was her home and if the desired to leave this kingdom then she would follow suit. However, she could play the game of false loyalty to placate her king. If anyone was to win her true loyalty she was certain it would be his mother.

She simply nodded in respond to his “ranking” and pushed her body against that of her banshee. Her gaze shifted towards the youth that had found her place among the duo. She wasn’t certain how she felt about the younger wolf but a part of her was willing to simply accept her. Perhaps it was her motherly instincts kicking in but whom ever her companion claimed as belonging to her then they also belonged to Newt as well.
<b>[ ooc</b> ideally, if people end up leaving after this round, that is when art will start talking to ody.. but if no one leaves this round i suppose art will just be up there anyway and just talking very very quietly xD i would've posted afterwards but i figured i might as well stick to the posting order o: <b>]</b>
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yet, as odysseus addresses his <s>harem</s>, the ghoul’s attentions fixate entirely upon the dark titan ----- almost <b><i>dutifully</i></b>. and the faintest trace of a strained <i>simper</i> unfolds across the lady’s countenance as her son so graciously bestows a title of prestige upon her shoulders, muzzle inclining ever so slightly with acceptance. chagrin ignited beneath her impassive facade at having been denied <b>Q U E E N ;;</b> yet it matters <i>little</i> all the same. for the pallid tyrant would sooner relinquish her pursuit for <u>chaos</u> than bend the knee to any of her son’s prospective scarlet whores -- and so she wouldn’t. her self-proclaimed obligation as an elysius to <b>reign<i>!</i></b> not to <s>bow</s> at the negligible paws of tavern wenches.

she is silent as odysseus’ monologue breaches its conclusion, glacial stare briefly roving the recruited <b>{</b> and briefly hovering upon newt, of whom she offers a baited <i>grin</i> <b>}</b> before returning to the king. chiseled thighs departing the earth as the ghoul drifts into his proximities once more, attempting to loiter upon his right side. <font color="#99747d">“i suppose your harem will serve to further our bloodline?”</font> she inquires upon a droll whisper meant for his ears alone, his subservients’ genders having not eluded her knowledge. a hollow smirk still stagnant upon abhorrent features as the small crowd dwindles and gluttonous pupils devour each feminine form with predatory zeal. <font color="#99747d">“-- assuming they are competent <u>enough</u>, that is,”</font> she contemplates aloud, searching for his affirmation among her uncertainty. 
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As he mentioned those around him, she briefly wondered if he'd look at her..when he did. She would be a mistress? At his smile though she didn't question him on it, she just returned that smile with one of her own. His nickname for her gave her some comfort. As more words were spoken, she took that time to look around and try to remember everyone's names. She didn't have any questions at the moment and felt as though this meeting had come to an end. Looking to her king, she stood and merely gave a small nod to him and decided to slink back off. She didn't wish to linger too much longer.

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As per usual she wouldn't reply to Persephone's offer to sing the trek away, tossing an expressionless glance to Newt as if that might offer some insight. But luckily Persephone would understand that being ignored ment that Erzsebet did not want to head her. None would come after her party, instead Ody would address the pack, offering ranks. Though all Erzs could think was, this was the pack that was supposed to offer shelter should she find herself in trouble? Maybe she was safer as a rouge, at least then she didn't have a home base for her enemies to find her at... Ah well. She would see how this went. The fact that he already had a slave was promising. He would offer the floor to any questions and Erzs would linger for a time, sightless gaze tipping between her two companions. 'Shall we explore?' She would ask, tossing her thoughts to only them as she rose and began to slip towards the sidelines, but not before her pings would bring back to her the form of the woman beside Ody slipping closer to him. 'Your mother is oddly possessive of adult son. Careful or the belief that she is pulling the strings will run rampant through the ranks.' She would throw the thoughts to Ody. Who made their mother second anyways. Only mama's boys... With that she would disappear into the woods.

-exit Erzsebet-
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