Nature's Agenda (puppers, etc)

[♦€rida♦]

Calling all Eri x Ty pups! Calling all Eri x Ty pups! Once your bio is up please feel free to reply to the thread! Anybody else who feels they want to join may as well.

[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] Quite some time had passed since her last encounter with the brute who had blessed her with six bundles of fur. The wounds had mostly healed from her encounter with those pampered pets, the gashes to her neck and shoulders nearly invisible now. Two long scrapes of hardened skin had formed upon her skull, wrapping down the left temple nearly meeting the edge of her eye. It was hard to make up her mind regarding the marks that would likely be carried for the rest of her life. Perhaps they would make her look more fearsome, yet her perfect canvas had been tainted. How would she manage to seem so innocent and manipulate the kind with such a mark? Cropped auds flicked forward as she watched over the young mix breed pups, their mumbled voices instinctively calling her attention. Instincts. She was unsure if this was something she actually had regarding motherhood as each of these pups were seen no different then her greatest warriors or spies. They were pawns in a vicious game of chess, one wrong move could have them taken from the game most easily. Since before their conception they were nothing but a calculated plan to strengthen her pack...her power. To offer the demoness yet more troops to keep her paws heavily seeded upon these lands and to help defend her thrown from any who dared question her rightful place. Honey hued optics scanned lightly over the 2 males and 4 females that she had birthed and nurtured up until this point. Some would continue on with her as a guide while others would not make the cut. It was like tryouts for a national football team. Either you had it...or you didn't. Upon her haunches she stayed in a statuesque fashion as the thoughts trickled through the doberman's mind. Slender front limbs sprouted from her shoulders ending in dainty paws that nestled themselves against each other in a prim and proper posture. Her canvas was blank, the skin smooth along feminine features. No signs of the wicked visions were outwardly noticeable as she simply stared in silence. Survival of the fittest was a fact of nature. It occurred in every corner of the ecosystem. One plant easily cut out another's sunlight by towering over it, slowly killing off the weaker flora. A cold gaze shot from almond optics touching upon each pup one at a time. They each had a different personality, a different weakness, and a different strength. Who would be the best for the pack? The largest assets?

[/blockquote]
[/color]

[/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[Ondrea]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/264ni1u.jpg] The four month old pup sat there, just looking out at the world that surrounded her. Her mother was near by, staring them all down one by one. For some odd reason this gave Ondrea the creeps a lot more than it should. She supposed that it had a lot to do with marks that ran down Erida's dial. However, Erida didn't look too fearsome this evening, so Ondrea shrugged it off. Her gaze turned to her siblings, looking at her sisters one at a time before moving on to the only two boys of the litter. Her hackles raised up slightly as she eyed them all, she didn't want to play for some odd reason. No, not today. Her ears twitched slightly as she let her gaze trail on to her mother. She once again studied the marks that ran down Erida's head and almost met up with her eye.... Ondrea pondered about how such a scar couldn't been made. Perhaps it was done on accident by some sort of horrid mistake or wrong move. Maybe though, it had been done on purpose... a self inflicted wound? Growing bored and impatient of just sitting there she stood, walking over towards Erida. As she got closer to the one that had given birth to her, her tail did not wag. It laid flat against her rump. Her ears stayed in there normal, flopped foward position. She didn't get to close, unsure of how Erida would act, but she stopped, sitting down and looking up at her with curious brown eyes. "Good evening Erida." No, she didn't call Erida her mother out loud, never would those words ever actually be spoken allowed when talking about the doberman in front of her. "May I ask what we will do today? Will we hunt?" Something about chasing a nearly helpless animal and then killing it got Ondrea a little excited, and a lot hungry. Her stomach let out a small rumble that she could only hope Erida didn't hear. She did not want to appear weak in any way to her mom. ooc; ugh. the next will be better. promise. ooc; "SPEAK LIKE THIS"

[Ẵccẵliẵ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,367,true]

[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/AccaliaM.png] Mother was quiet today, her attention more distant then it had been in the past. Among her sibling, a red pup whose visage held the potential to be the exact copy of the demoness who had birthed her. Even now the way the fae set mirrored her mothers, though with Lia's back to her mother the puppy was completely unaware of the similarities. The icy blue of her gaze was a sharp contrast to that of her siblings, their eyes had all changed by now, to the darker earthy hues. For a while some had assumed she was blind, though she'd been quick to put that rumor to rest. There were no rambucious playing at the moment, at least not for the red fae. Movement brought her head about to see Rea moving closer to their mother, when her darker sibling addressed their mother by her given name Accalia shook her head. She didn't understand why her sister had taken to such a habit, Lia herself proudly proclaimed that she was Erida's offspring by simply existing, and had thus decided to call the Doberman 'Mother' until the demoness declared it to be otherwise. The mention of hunting perked the fae's attention, that thought brought a wag to the whipcord length of her tail. She was by nature a curious beast, that accompanied by an innate patience made her a very apt student. Even though the idea sparked her interest Accalia remained silent, preferring to speak only when she truly must.

[♛Chantal]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/35d4yds.jpg] It had seemed that her family was rather quiet today, like there was some dark cloud lumbering overhead. A typical day would bring much play; tumbling and wrestling with one another and trying to see who was the most dominate pup. Mother really liked to see who would win in their pretend battles. Chantal lay just in the entry to the cave in the cool shade that it's roof offered. Her soft belly rested upon the dirt covered floor, tiara held high upon her lean neck and folded auds pushed forward. Though the brown pools specked with golden hues were partially shut it was obvious that she was fully alert to all that was going on around her lithe frame, the silence that had taken over the family's living space. Shades opened to their full height exposing optics as the figure of her sister moved by her toward their mother. A single brow elevated, lips near puckering as she watched the fellow pup in disgust. The disgust that she dare approach her mother. Chantal hated sharing any form of attention even with her siblings. She was the princess and there were no other fit to share the title in the whelp's mind. A hunt? The slight swishing of Accalia's tail caught her attention. It seemed that at least two of her sisters were interested in a hunting lesson. She'd show them, and mother who was the best hunter of the litter. A lean frame leapt up from her resting spot, trotting toward the alphess and her sister, Ondrea. As she approached she made it a point to push passed her sibling, shoulder slamming into the other pup's side. The little fae's head was still held high, nose tilted slightly skyward in snobbish fashion. A small smile danced across her black lips, bright orbs staring up at the queen. "I would love to hunt! Maybe we could teach them a thing or two, mother?" she questioned as if she had been hunting for years. All the while she managed to toss a look over her shoulder at the rest of the pups daring them to try and show her up.

[thorn]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/sy6vlg.jpg] Dark brown optics slightly popped open, looking at his own litter mates. They were talking about hunting. The princess of course, was smooching up again. He quickly got up, walking away from the sleeping siblings. Yawning a bit, Thorn stood up, walking up to his mother who birthed him. He took a seat directly in front of Chantal, and rolled his eyes, purposely doing it so the princess would see. A devious grin was plastered upon the pup's face, narrowing the brow orbs until it looked as if he was mad, yet the grin told all, he was tormenting Chantel as bit. The brute was cautious yet, Erida still looked as if she liked it. It was the Metnal pack, after all. This was just the beginning of it. Thorn couldn't talk yes, but his personality and actions made up for it. Today it felt quite unusual, silent was it perhaps? But something else irked him than the usual of Erida's glare from the normal. Erida seemed to have a better gaze than usual, one that was calm unlike that of when she usually did.

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/COLOR]

[/td][/tr]
[/table]

[Scáth]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Ondrea's voice caught his attention. Nebulous cracked open an eye - a slit of dark, murky almost-black - from where he'd been curled up, isolated from the rest in hopes of getting the rest he rarely got at night. Only recently had his strange paranoia begun to emerge, warping his sleeping habits into inconsistant snatches of slumber during the quieter times that his littermates were awake. For Nebulous rarely slept when his siblings did nowadays. Perhaps it was the odd, calculating gaze of his mother as she looked them over one by one, or the dark, grinning male who tended to visit only at night... Either way, the pup's sleeping patterns had been disrupted, and had yet to re-settle. Thus, he was not feeling very enthusiastic about the possible hunting trip his siblings were now discussing. Still, hunting was better than battling; Nebulous was too careful to hurt his sisters and too unskilled to overpower his sturdier brothers, so he frequently lost. His reduced energy levels would not aid him in the least if he was challenged again today. But hunting... Nebulous had better luck in that catagory. Patience and stillness came naturally to the quiet young dog, and though he wasn't the strongest of the litter he was one of the fastest when it came to full-out sprinting. Although he had to ensure he never outshone Chantalm he mused, or she'd probably never speak to him again. Slowly, Nebulous pulled himself to his feet and stretched. His lithe form was strikingly similar to his sisters'; he would be more tall and lean than large and muscular at adulthood. The broader shoulders, stronger jaw and huge paws were what marked him out as a potential warrior. As he padded over to sit just a little behind and off to the side of Accalia, though, there was a slight hesitance in his stride, a small imbalance in his natural rhythmn that indicated the lack of dominance and self-security in his young body. Despite his instinctual cravings for attention and power, Nebulous suffered an inferiority complex and a reluctance to take control that would surely hold him back in later life.

[♦€rida♦]

[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The sound of her name seemed to pull the doberman out of her trance like state, honey gaze shifting downward. Brows slowly stitched together in thought as Ondrea approached suggesting a hunt. The enthusiasm that seemed to run from her to the other whelps was noted as irises fluttered across the 5 who had shown an interest, and then finally landing on the sixth pup. The alphess' lips slowly twisted into a deranged smirk, touching her eyes with what seemed to be a new life. The sixth pup, a female, laid behind a boulder that seemed to support the cave they had called home. Her small blue tinted frame curled tightly into a ball, tremors rocking through the little fae's hide. Erida and the pup locked eyes for a moment and the young mixed dog raised her head in hope of some form of affection from the queen. The sweeping of the dirt floor was heard as the possibility excited the youngster. A shade dropped over a single eye in a wink toward the pup, soft lyrics directed to the litter finally responding to their cries for a hunt, "If it is a hunt that you want, a hunt you shall get." The fae's rear rose to it's full height, slender pillars gracefully carrying the doberman toward the shivering puppy. Erida leaned down gently grasping the whelp by the loose skin of it's neck within enamels. Dainty paws began a trek toward the outside of the cavernous home, and continuing further then the pups had been with the blue female still within her grasp. it did not take long for the rocky earth to sprout with green, the soft foliage more welcoming to the dogs' paw pads. Here they danced along the border of Metnal Territory and the Sutekh Valley. After the small baggage was dropped from her maw a preamble was offered as a lesson to why they were playing their new little game. "My dears, you see...there are multiple types of hunts. Each and every hunt is performed to strengthen the pack. Food is an obvious necessary, yet there are other important factors within pack life." Eyes touched upon each youngster as she took a short pause, "You see, weak dogs make a weak pack. For every weak member it puts more work on those worthy of calling Metnal home." The doberman's head lowered, eyes locking upon the pup she had carried and gently nudging it with her moist nose. Her stare never ventured from the femme that sat on her bottom in the soft grass continuing, "Those not worthy of the pack must be destroyed. And today you will participate in the hunt for strength....to demolish the weak." The youngest of the queen's offspring began to crouch low against the earth, scurrying away from the menacing stare of her mother. Though she was unsure of what this hunt was about, a sharp pain of fear soared through her veins. Every instinct urged the pup to bolt, though her heart screamed stay and listen, maybe it would make mother love her. A short giggle, carefree and angelic in sound, chimed from the deceptive bitch as she noted the fight of heart and instinct within the pup. Her gaze now transferred to the other five, smirk spreading along her face. "This is your target of the day...this is the weakest link. You will not return to me until you are dragging a carcass to my feet, do you understand?" Erida's skull tipped toward the 6th pup to confirm she indeed meant her youngest daughter to be the target of aggression, the victim of the murder the queen was encouraging.

[/blockquote]
[/color]

[/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[Ondrea]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/264ni1u.jpg] The black and tan pup never let her gaze leave her mothers face, even as the queen had turned her gaze to look her. She was, however, careful not to make eye contact, Ondrea figured to do so would be foolish. No dog should ever look anyone as high ranking as the Queen in the eyes. She wasn't really scared of their mom, she had raised them fine, however fear was something that Ondrea knew that Erida did not like at all. A ripple of interest spread across her litter mates and her own banner being wagging back and forth with excitement. She could almost already taste the bittersweet blood of prey in her mouth, and she could almost feel herself tearing the muscles out of some poor helpless animal. Her salmon hued tongue rolled out of her maw as she licked it, she was starving and ready to go. Her attention turned to Chantel... 'the princess' as she made her way over. Little lips quivered as Chantel bumped her shoulder against her body, they pulled back showing her teeth as she watched her sister walk around with her dial held high. A low growl sounded from deep with in her throat but she didn't move to attack, just snapped in her direction. Her teeth snapping together with an empty chomp of nothing but air. Chantel had always been like this, Ondrea was used to the princess getting her way and had let things slide no matter how annoying she was... she was still her sister. As the queen moved, she regained Ondrea's full attention. Silently Ondrea watched as her mother moved towards the youngest sibling, picking her in her jaws and moving back towards the front of the five excited brothers and sisters. "If it is a hunt that you want, a hunt you shall get." The words made Ondrea's tail wag with excitement once again. Her ears twitched as Erida went on about how weaker canine weakened the whole pack. She nodded, understanding that the weaker dogs should be killed off and dealt with as quickly as possible. Dial tilted though as their mother told them that their sister was to be the target of their hunt. She was hungry, but to kill her own sister? Her gaze went back and forth between her youngest sister and her mother, trying to determine if this was some kind of cruel joke or test to see if they would really try to injure the queens fleash and blood. She moved off her haunches into a standing position and being to prowl forward towards her littlest sibling, growling and showing her teeth as she did so. Part of her waiting on her mother to stop her and say she was just joking about such a thing, the other part of her thinking that even if she got ahold of her sister she wouldn't have it in her to kill her. In fact she found herself kind of longing to protect the more helpless pup of the litter... but knowing that if she did she would be punished severely. She pushed all thoughts of protectiveness behind and started picturing her sibling as a nice big plump rabbit... and then she took off, running at her with the intent to kill. ooc; "SPEAK LIKE THIS"

[Ẵccẵliẵ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,367,true]

[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/AccaliaM.png] A flare of an emotion, pity she would later come to understand, struck through her heart as Chantal proclaimed her intelligence above the others. Why must one verbally proclaim they were better then the others, why not simply be better? It was a thought that often struck Accalia while she regarded her prissy sister. That aside Lia had heard the term 'brown-noser' applied to that particular pup, which was an odd term since her sisters nose was in fact as dark as her pelt. Ondrea's reaction to their sister drew an amused grin to tug at her copper brushed jaws, one of these days Chantal might find a chunk of her fur missing if she kept up her antics with that one. These thoughts were interrupted as Thorn strolled up to sit directly in front of the princess. The twist of her lips that showed a moment before lengthen as the amusement intensified since she knew this would outrage her sister to no end. Thorn's coloring held in line with her own which in turn followed their mothers, despite this Lia still held no real opinion of the silent one. Movement from Nebulous brought her attention on to another sibling. This like one like the others bore a black to her mothers red, though the remaining markings glittering in hues of gold remained similar through out the whole of the family. He was somewhat timid on first appearance, holding back in play and manner, which puzzled the young pup. Still it wasn't time to ponder the budding personalities of her siblings, no indeed it wasn't for Mother was speaking and moving to pick up the timid little runt, the final sibling whose demeanor only brought a profound disgust to the lady of the litter. At one point she'd tried to bring the pitiful creature out of her shell, but even that game had grown dull at the listless attitude her youngest sister. Pressing to her paws Accalia moved in to a slow trot, taking nearly four steps for every one her her mothers though their gaits otherwise matched, until Erida reached her destination dropping the mutt. Slightly puzzled over this strange turn of event Accalia focus her complete attention on her mother, as the Queen went on to explain the differences in types of hunts preformed within a pack. As the Doberman continued it soon became obvious to the red pup what her mothers intentions were. For a moment Accalia sat contemplating what their mother had imparted and the task she had set before her offspring. A sadistic delight touched her gaze as those icy blue settled on the now trembling fae. A pack was only as strong as it's weakest link. And the Rabbit at this moment was the pack's weakest link. Without a second thought Accalia began to move circling wide as Ondrea hesitantly joined in. The red fae shifted to cut off the blue's most visible escape route, an excited giggle finding its way up tiny vocals to slip out that grinning mew, granted she might appear at first to be the kind-hearted motherly sort of canines, but that was only the surface, a false one at that.

[♛Chantal]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/35d4yds.jpg] A sneer painted her canvas as her brother found himself directly in front of her, black lips quivering in annoyance. Folded receptors pushed backward while brown and gold optics narrowed devilishly at Thorn. How dare he block her view....or her mother's from her favorite offspring? Surely this was not the same feeling Erida had regarding her young, but Chantal would hear no differently. The annoyance was a fleeting emotion who's exit was assisted by the gurgling of a growl to her side. Earthen irises slipped to the side of their sockets to take in Ondrea just as her fangs clashed together toward the princess. The down turned tiers now shifted into a sly smirk, puffing her tan marked test further out, "did you manage to get a nice chunk out of your invisible foe, sister?" A shade dropped and opened in the form of a wink toward the obviously aggravated sibling. Auds lifted as her mother's voice competed for the young femme's attention. Glistening eyes never left Ondrea while raised soldiers stayed focused on Erida's words. As the queen rose to fetch the youngest, weakest of the litter the pup's dial swiveled to follow the motions. The words were suddenly of much more interest wondering why the youngster would be caught in mother's jaws. It was rare for any physical contact to be had between mother and offspring unless absolutely necessary, something that seemed normal to this particular pup having been raised in such a way. Bodice lifted onto dainty paws trotting merrily after the long strides of the adult doberman, the naturally regal (or stuck up many would claim) posture of Chantal consuming her frame as they moved along the grounds. Once again she fell to her rear as the lesson began, intently hanging onto each and every word. The exact meaning wasn't realized until made obvious. They were to take out their youngest sister. Brows crinkled together an inner turmoil beginning to surface. Kill her sibling? That was the last thing on her mind now. She had to actually lift a paw and attempt to do something resembling work for herself? Shouldn't she be able to sit here and spectate? Yet mother would be disappointed if she didn't outshine her brothers and sisters. She took a bit longer then the other sisters, watching the pair of them work the tiniest pup into a near frenzy before she rose. Head lowered even with her shoulders, slowly stalking toward the "prey", gaze locked between the runt and Accalia who had taken up the rear position. Slowly the pup was becoming sandwiched between the trio.

[thorn]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/sy6vlg.jpg] The pup only watched and grinned, as the princess had gotten more annoyed by more of his siblings. Ondrea was too, annoyed by Chantel. Yet everybody was weren't they? That princess outta be careful, or she'd have some scars later on. Thorn was still happy he sat in front of Chantal, as the queen never really cared. The princess was still thinking that Erida actually favored her. Flowing swiftly on his paws, the pup's pelt following with it. He was a little behind, but what his slowness made up with strength Thorn was no less behind by more than a few yards. When they stopped, it seemed to be of a clearing. The puppy Erida had been killing, had obviously been the target for the hunt. Amusing, yet weird at the same time, many things would happen during Thorn's life. Followed by the sisters who attacked, the pup quickly lunged into the pup, aiming at her stomach. The pup's maw quickly met with flesh, at it was the softest, it quickly ripped. The maw had quickly jerked the other way, tearing it more. The warm blood rushing in Thorn's maw had felt good. Readying himself for another lounge, the pup could see that Erida had been planning this for the little runt. What pity he felt for her, at least she'd feel better in heaven, or at least in hell.

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/COLOR]

[/td][/tr]
[/table]

[Scáth]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] "If it is a hunt that you want, a hunt you shall get." Nebulous was by no means stupid, nor was he particularly naive. The moment Erida plucked up the runt of the litter and walked off, he sensed that something bad was going to happen; after all, Erida was not the sort to show the tenderness of carrying her young anywhere. Youth and ignorance when referring to the reality of the act of murder was what kept the young dog in the dark as he cautiously followed his siblings, who eagerly fell into line behind their mother. They walked farther than Nebulous had ever been, and he nervously kept an eye out for landmarks in case he got lost. Then they stopped, in an utterly unfamiliar clearing, where Erida dropped the whelp and spoke. "My dears, you see...Multiple types of hunts...Every hunt is performed to strengthen the pack...Weak dogs make a weak pack... Those not worthy of the pack must be destroyed...Today you will participate in the hunt for strength...Demolish the weak... This is your target of the day... You will not return to me until you are dragging a carcass to my feet...Understand?" It took a moment for Nebulous to comprehend what was being told to him, and even longer for him to process the fact that, yes, he was expected to attack and kill his little sister. The young dog found himself frozen, able only to stare as Accalia made the first move, Ondrea hesitantly joining in before becoming more confident as Erida stood by, doing nothing to intervene. Then, Chantal made a move, stalking forwards and slowly sandwiching the runt between the three of them. It was a sickening catch-22 for Nebulous; he would be subjected to physical punishment if he did not take part, and psychological trauma if he did. Still, it was easier now that his siblings had jumped in. He could barely even see the victim, and her high-pitched squeals and yelps of fear and pain could be tuned out as the sound of just another prey animal. Slowly, Nebulous' head sank down between his shoulderblades, his haunches bunched together, and then he burst into action. The youngster's long limbs propelled him forward, and within three massive strides he was airborne, scrambling over his siblings to tear at the exposed flesh of his prey. Surprisingly bloodthirsty growls ripped from the pup's ribcage as the adrenaline, wild and irrational, pumped through his veins; the inherited aggression and dominance from his mother finally shone through as he excitedly shunted a sibling out of the way to get a better grip on the soft, small throat his jaws had found. Still, this change of character was reserved solely for his unexpected claim of a kill, and couldn't not last long for such a conflicted canine. Inevitably, throughout adulthood, it never would.

[♦€rida♦]

[bg=black][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] A calculating gaze shifted over the 6 rottweiler - doberman crossed whelps, quietly taking in each and every expression to touch their young canvases. Haunches pushed back allowing gravity to place her rear upon the scarce grasses below as the queen prepared to watch the antics unfold before her. A bit of concern crossed her as hesitation was seen in a couple of the pups as they realized their target was their youngest sibling today. Was there more that needed to find the same fate as this runt female was meeting this very moment? Tall receptors swiveled upon her feminine skull carefully watching for any who would dare to interrupt this very important lesson whether it were to take the pups for themselves or to stop the brutality. Onlookers would most likely be welcomed to witness what she was creating. That blank expression finally had an opportunity to dissipate, being replaced by one of demonic sources. A pair of pups were particularly eager to do as their mother wished, jumping right into a pile of fur and flesh. Honey hued optics locked upon the male and female who had both so willingly chose to partake in the lesson. The others had all hesitated for even the slightest of moments which was noted and would be discussed with the group of youngsters once the murder was complete. It had only taken a few moments for the group to tear the youngest to something barely recognizable, a mangled, bloody pulp of what use to be a smaller, blue version of many of the dogs here within this small family group. Her rear rose to it's full height, slender pillars gracefully carrying the demoness closer to the pack. One long limb placed itself over the body of the now deceased fae and any who dared hold onto the carcass. A low snarl of warning rippled from between enamels, the skin along her maw forming waves to add to the effect. She was top bitch around here and would always have her way with any kill once it was spotted before any, including her own pups, would have a chance to put one more paw upon it. This one, she had no interest in feeding from as she was rather full from last night's doe, yet the pups would have their chance to feast once their lesson was through. Crown lowered below sloping shoulders, neck craning to bring her eye to eye with each and every pup before speaking, "How are you feeling, children?" It was much easier in the heat of the attack to face what they were doing, to pretend it was nothing but a rabbit. It was the remorse after the fact that could cost them their sanity.

[/blockquote]
[/color]

[/td][/tr][/table]
[/center]

[Ondrea]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/264ni1u.jpg] The excitement of the attack was still flowing through her veins, even after her sister was already dead. She was still biting and snapping at her corpse, that was until the queen came over, and place a paw over it. Confused, Ondrea looked up, dial tilting slightly to the side until Erida snarled, exposing her teeth. Ondrea took a few steps back and sat down. Brown eyes attentive on the female in front of her. "How are you feeling, children?" A small pang of guilt hit her stomach when she looked back down at her sister, but at the same time she was still kind of wanting more. She was a little confused about what exactly she was feeling, blood lust would be something that she rarely encountered later on in life. She looked back up at their mother, offering sort of a half smile as she shrugged. "I really couldn't tell you what this is..." She said being truthful. "There is something full of excitement and hungry... it's so different than anything else I have felt... I guess I do feel kind of bad for killing my own family, but....." Her words died off, she did feel bad, she felt like crap. She should have stood up for her baby sister and defended her. She looked down at the ground, ear flattening against her skull. Mother had ordered them to kill her, and mother was the queen. Whatever the Queen told you to do, you did it, no questions asked. Even knowing this though... she didn't feel any better. In fact... it made her feel worse. Remorse coursed through her veins, killing off the excitement and hungry that had earlier been there. She wondered if he other siblings were feeling the same. ooc; "SPEAK LIKE THIS"

[Ẵccẵliẵ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,367,true]

[atrb=background,http://i932.photobucket.com/albums/ad161/Iridessa_Star/AccaliaM.png] The instant her brothers lunged for the trembling form Accalia launched herself forward teeth snagging the back of the pups neck even as her brother shoved his way to the tender flesh of her throat. It was over in minutes, even as the siblings snarled and growled among themselves pulling at tearing at the still twitching corpse. A low growl rumbled her throat as she snapped in Ondrea's direction. It wasn't until the large slender paw of their mother intruded upon her vision laying claim to the bleeding thing. Crimson brushed lips curl back while icy blue optics stared up at her mother. A heartbeat would pass before the tiny version of their mother gave a single distinctive nod before relinquishing possession of the mutilated body. Settling back on her haunches that tail behind waved in a lazy pattern while that pinken muscle shot out across her blood splattered jaws until she was once more the posed regal lady she'd been prior to the hunt. One ear twisted to listen to her sisters inability to put her feelings into words. Impatience flared as she cut her sibling off. Smooth vocals ringing out with confidence as she plainly stated her disappointment. "I think it would have been more fun if someone.." Sending a brief eye roll towards Thorn, "Hadn't decided to end the game so quickly." It was obvious the little red female had wanted to stalk and toy with her sibling before ending her weak life. As for how she felt about killing her baby sister, well there was a callousness beneath the sweet lady like demeanor of this little fae. Even as she sat with a dainty pose there was no remorse in the steady gaze that remained locked on her mother. Truth be told Accalia respected the Demoness, not because unconsciously she was the splitting image of the Doberman, no it was because the way Erida handled herself.