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Mohokave
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Date Posted: 14:18:55 06/27/02 Thu
-= Cranium jerked, bobbing blandly before Mohokave took a heaved snort, filtering the air. Rich with that unknown scent it was, and the beast detected the one quite near. Dangerously near. Heavy paws of scorched crimson rippled against the paths of soils, pushing the immense form forth silently, a flicker of strength sent up the forelimb as each paw took its stride. Haunches ripped in motion, liquid grace that his wolven physique held so captivatingly flowed over the rolling terra, pulsating against the dying day. Tongue panted lightly between the glistening canines, those fangs subdued by fleshy lips that moistened with saliva. With the warmth of summer approaching steadily, there were evenings that were going to be quite warm. But usually, the nights were occupied by relieving winds. This was not one of those nights. =-
-= Lupine beacons flashed forward, gyrating upon that colossal skull as roving irises of tangy bronze stole about the horizon, coming nearer and nearing to the stream, where his Pack was said to reside. Whiskers twitched, nostrils flared as that rogue scent stung the sensitive membranes, stirring a frenzy within the wheels of his mind. Brows furrowed in angst, skull fawning about his shoulders, searching for the carrier of the scent. But not a one had shown themselves. Peeling vision from the Lands, Mohokave placed them upon the young Komau instead, a witty grin tickling those sable folds of flesh. Seemed like he had made a good impression upon Jasmine, not one of romance, but a kind one, to show that not all males were spawn of the Devil. =-
-= Like a serpent, that tongue slipped from the dark jaws, lapping against the maw as Mohokave pivoted, spacious paws splaying about the earth, gyrating and heaving forward. A snarl caught the Alpha Male’s attention, small, but still lingering, enough to force stained hackles to ruffle against the spine, flourishing about the back of the large male. A gnarl slithered from the mature throat as omnipotent globes scoured about the immediate grounds, his main focus being the safety of the younger ones adjacent to him, mere yards away. Bristly tail, once relaxed and nonchalant, became like a whip, flagging high above those meaty haunches, feathered plumes lashing weakly at the tepid air. A snarl rippled against those feral lips, unsheathing naked ivories, glistening with moistening saliva. =-
-= Spittle flecked about that broad muzzle, as the neck swung about, golden feathers attached to the ruffled mane blaring in the dying sunlight. Ear twitted forward, the other swiveling forth beside its twin, snaring the feeble sounds he had heard before. Forepaws flexing, digging under the large frame of fur and sinew, Mohokave lurched forth, -the- sovereign figure of the WindCatcher Lands. Great limbs unfurled from underneath that deep chest, hisses rumbling in his throat as the air screamed from the trachea, fangs flashing. Tongue rolled out, like a reptile, to touch upon the stale air, to decipher. The unknown was near. =-
-= Snarls lifted, hushed though, as not to alarm the others, and Mohokave threw his eyes over the area, a quick muster of a sneer lingering upon moist lips. Paws of stealth lifted; dust clouds billowed about shifty trotters, dust particles speckling upon crimson, before bristly, scarlet fur engulfed the siftings. The maw came closed with a perceivable ‘click’, attention transfixed upon that looming visage of a male, readily approaching him. Notched sonars swept forward, cupping to those sounds coming from the wolf as he lingered near, ebony snout filtering the scents coming from the obsidian creature. The scent of Jasmine was heavy upon this beast, and Masuaki’s as well. Brows arched, regarding this male, deciphering its possibilities. Was this the one Masuaki had told him of? What was it again? =-
-= Cranium bobbed slightly, before coming perched upon supporting shoulders, proud and dignified as the wolf dared to near him even closer. A step was taken back, maw wrinkling in an almost stifled gnarl, as fiery spheres drove straight to the eyes of the male before him, tail jerking wildly, coming to waver at a high and noble stance. Brows lifted as the male tempted to speak, Mohokave himself remaining silent. Perhaps letting him speak would save the black wolf a punishment. And so the words gathered in those acute beacons, registering what this new male, now known as Pertinex, said. A sudden ripple of movement, a strut, as Mohokave shifted positions, almost journeying in a semi-circle as he observed this Pertinex. =-
“Pertinex... I suppose that Masuaki has given you the rank as Beta, for previous knowledge of this has just now refreshed. And the way you carry yourself... I wouldn’t suppose anything less. I am Mohokave, Alpha Male to the WindCatchers. Welcome, my Beta.”
-= Those words were gentle, rolling off the tongue like second nature, like breathing. No falter was recognized, nor any moment of instability. But being gentle wasn’t the male’s first intent. The way that Pertinex just cavorted to his Alpha in that position, Beta or not, hadn’t read well with the crimson male. A certain respect was shown, but minuscule. Yet, the wolven’s mood had quickly altered about mid-sentence, where the vision of Masuaki stole most of his attention. A grin twined about those lips, giving a nod to Pertinex, dismissing him to whatever he was doing beforehand. =-
-=A gyration of cranium, sending that collar of scarlet in a cascading waterfall of fur, trifold of feathers jolting about as the movement was made. Masuaki’s paws had reared up to joust at him, but dodging movements had kept the wolf’s muzzle from the assault of playful trotters. Tongue licking at those paws instead, he lurched forward, tail whisking rapidly behind that titanic form as the Alphess bounced off towards the Den. A silly shake of cranium, a resounding laughter thundering from the chest of the Alpha as Mohokave took a few steps towards the Den, but wary of the young Gamma’s personal space. He would not linger too close, for Jasmine’s phobia of males strongly overrode his instinct to chase Masuaki into the WindCatcher Den. =-
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