We will rise to the top. (First pack meeting!)

[Kyeoshe.]

((MANDATORY TO ALL SILVER MEMBERS! This will be in the timeline, Kye has just come back from fighting/killing her sister two days ago, the only who know of the old leader's deaths are the advisors. SHE IS ANNOUNCING TO THE PACK THE FACT SHE IS NOW THE ALPHA.))

To live in the jungle, to perish well.

That was her duty, and yet she lived far better then anyone of the pack would. Why? What rights did she have to be treated like a god.

Because she was one now.

When the jungle creaked and groaned at her, it was time. Had she been waiting for this moment? No. It came natural, to call her people to her side, watch the beast, and the gentle of Silver gather together in somewhat harmony.

And it was never smart to fight in front of the Queen.

If you were on her bad side, well, you were dead. Dagger's would be sent out to obliterate things that didn't interest her in the least, or wasn't benefiting. She already had the Lead Dagger on her side, never on her sisters, but on her's. In Silver the weak were snuffed out, and eaten.

And it was exactly what she wanted. Her sister, she had faulted when she ruled, a few months ago, she had been to soft on the members. Refused to believe the rise of her own kin. That was her biggest mistake, it made Kye sick. How her dear sister had rose and she was left in the dust. Well, she had that slight limp to remember her sister by, but in time. That too would fade, just like she had.

A paw shifted, slender and perfectly curved and taloned as she stepped into the mud. The ground absorbing a brute slender physique. A head lifted high. Tail perfectly leveling off as she took the shape of a hunter and made her way to the top of the waterfall.

The rocks were dangerous, one could easily slip and cause a uproar below her, or in her way. But yet she would continue, soft as a feather. A paw dab, bulging of muscles, back paw replacing the front. Until the made it to the top of the falls, of her ''throne'' which was no more then a mount ten feet off the ground. Once venturing far enough behind it, you would then enter mountain territory. But what recruit would do that? It was suicide after all.

Her head tilted, taking in the scent of the wind, it was midnight. The breeze was beautiful, blowing through obsidian streaks, reflecting off of white eyes. For a moment, the breeze was embraced. Tickling the edges of her chin and hackles, but a smile curled those lips as they departed.

She howled.

Calling her pack to her from a slumber, to come and meet their Queen and die if she told them too. So they to could, live in the jungle, and perish well.

[Suta]

Suta's ears made a quarter-turn on his head, listening to the Queen howl. He hadn't been in the pack for very long, but his decision to join was a swift one, for the Queen and her "ideas" peaked his interest.

A sly grin crossed his jagged teeth, the regular rambling of thoughts rushing in his head. Maybe there was going to be a hunt later on. Suta made a quick move towards the gathering crowd, readying his maw for the carnage he pictured in his head.

The jungle rumbled in deep in his skull, each sound euphoric to the ears. Monkeys screaming, birds of all kinds chirring and cawwing at one another, the almost undetectable sound of flora crawling over the jungle floor, shadowed by the thick canopy. He growled deeply to himself. All of this "pretty" life around him made him feel more violent than normal. The gorgeous forest allowed him to see how "disease-ridden" he really looked. Suta glared at the ground as he headed in Kyeoshe's direction, following her code of obedience.

Aha! That's what he would ask the Queen. If she allowed it, he would hunt alone, destroying those monkeys, those, dirty, tick-infested little mutants of nature. Of course he would offer all of his kills to the Queen. She was strong, for a wolf. Vicious was not the word for him. Manic-depressive, psychotic bastard of the hyena race was more like it. None of Suta's own kind would accept him, even as a puppy. His older brother, a monster in his own eyes, ripped part of Suta's back open, leaving him even more disturbing to look at. The hyenas named him Monsuta-Oni, which was one of the worst insults of the entire hyena race. If you were both a freak and a monster, what good were you? But this queen.....she saw potential in him. So what if he was a monster? A demon? A freak? A powerful queen needed powerful underlings. He was proud to serve Kye, even if he was just a peon.

Suta's eyes glowed in anticipation for what the Queen had to say.....

["R"]

((Posting with this for now, permission from Kye. Getting up his profile nao.))


It was dissapointing not to be the first one there.Brought kind-of ''AWWWWW'' to his half smile when he arrived.

But it wasnt dissapointing to be the second scarred one here.

So he wasnt so different afterall eh? He wandered how this other got his scars? They both looked like freaks, scarred on one side and completely.. unscarred on the other. Well, actually, Suta looked kinda.. crazy if you would ask him.

He had been lounging in the jungle, trotting around as the Lead Dagger should, checking upon things as if he was a beta when he heard the call. Then he became a hunter, a flash of brown and black past the vines of the tree's, a hard dab of his paws causing a splash as he crossed a stream.

And there she was.

The rumors were true then, Vertigo had been dead. Or, perhaps killed. Didnt matter to him, a Alpha was a Alpha, and he liked Kye better then he liked Vertigo. Why? He was tender natured and kind hearted, but this was unknown. But orange eyes searched to meet her white, and they would for a moment lock and click, a warm energy surrounding his body. Friendly, and if he could purr, one would release from R's throat as he approached the scene.

Head would turn towards Suta, a tail of course higher as his lip slightly twitched. R was usually friendly, towards.. females. He was not very fond of other males, and of course realized he was MUCH higher then most of them in the hierachy, and the now Queen had perhaps some sort of favor for him.

A ear twitched as a growl sounded from his harsh throat, stating his dominance to Suta before curving around the Hyena's body. Not close enough for fur to touch fur, but close enough that the Hyena would tense at the feeling of hot breath among his hackles. If Suta allowed him to close near.

Then a paw stepped forward and he stood in front of him by a foot, just one foot. One stretch of the paw and Suta would be placed shoulder to shoulder with R. No, it wasnt him being friendly. It was him being dominant and if Suta moved, there was no doubt the assassin would lunge.

A head tilted upwards to look upon Kye, once the beta, now his Queen a head dipped, bowed carefully.

"Hail."

Respectful as a tongue curled around his lips.

[Scyeei.]

Though the night had dawned upon the every growing lands, the female was yet to be asleep or even nearing a point of exhaustion. Her paws carried her forward, head held slightly low as she stalked the near by caverns where the lower ranks slept. Her jaws parted allowing a slick smirk to run along her scarred lips as she snickered slightly, white eyes caught by the glow of the moon. Her audits swiveled slightly as she pictured what it would be like to hold a great rank amongst the alpha. Ah, the alpha.

Certain rumors had spread amongst the pack, about how the sudden death of Vertigo was just because of a power hungry female and if any of those were even whispered near this female there would surely be a new death to be spoken of. Her jaws clenched as she thought of those who had betrayed the pack. Her tail snapped behind her, eyes drifting up to the sky and watching the twinkling balls of gas--rather known as stars-- dwindle their lives away. Oh, such a waste.

A single receptor swiveled to the sweet call of her mother, the new alpha. A light smile creased her dashing features, white eyes setting in the direction of the call as she adjusted the way she stood, breaking in a decent stride towards the gathering. Ah, such a shame to not be the first there, but still best to have shown up. Her thick paws forced into the moist soil as she came to a halt before the rocks. Her tail stayed down beside her hindquarters, head pushing downward in a bow of pure respect as her jaws parted to allow a velvet voice to slip out; but alas in the moment she was speechless. Despite the fact that she was blood to the queen, she had great potential for the pack. She was muscular, quick and a broad fighter. Her eyes lifted up for a moment to see the moon catch the brilliant figure above.

Ah, great power was now in the hands of the one who could control it...A great queen.

[Moon.]

-K a r t h r i g e-
Foxy red heard the great howl that resounded through the jungle, how could she not? It was the howl of a new era, and a new queen. Change had come upon them all, and the ancient tree's would witness another Alpha, come, and soon gone. The only thing different was how long they walked the land, until that was they became the land, bones and flesh sunk deep into the soil.

Karthrige had not become the soil, simply because she supposed at least, that she interested the Queen, and that she was purposeful. Maybe she would never produce any children for Silver, but she wouldn't commit mutiny and was loyal to the death when it came to the Cobra.

The sister Vertigo was dead now, and Minotaur of the maze came to see, slinking through the vines and shadows which she knew so well, muddy headlight eyes glancing too and fro at the members gathered before the new queen.

She wasn't the first, but it didn't bother her, a persona told her that being first attracted attention and she wouldn't want that. She listened well to the masks.

Insomnia was a plaguing thing, so was why crazed creature was awake before said howl sounded. Dreams at least for her, were never just dreams.

She came before the new Queen, bowed deeply and the singsong voice cackled it's usual tone. "Bow do I-ia, b-before the new e-era."

[Roarke]

Rage; one of the most simple qualities of the creatures themselves, yet at the same time, one of the most complex. Red, thrashing body and boiling blood, rising to the surface with an explosion, riddled with holes and gapes only filled by an empty longing; for the positive or the negative. Driven by need, revenge, or other meaning so lost in time, it's words were forgotten, the fuel to the fire is only the beginning of the very transformation that has the ability to occur within one's self. The defiling of an individual based simply on the warrant of wanting, throws fire into an ever growing scream of revenge, and the loss of those loved, leads only to a thing so formerly known to him, but same all in that it denied, it was guilt ridden, and never could it understand just why those that are cared about are taken away as they are, or the things that happen.. just seem to happen. Irregular in it's patterns, yet similar in it's meaning, most often, nothing good would ever come of the emotion; least not that he had seen, save for the death of his wretched, bastard of a father. The rest that had been lost were more cared for than the possessive overlord, and so be it. Rage caused his death, but it was rage that had built the father of the war creation. This.. machine, had been built by the processes of war and emotion, yet overruled by logic in it's own right to achieve a greater means of survivalism.

Emotions had so warped the brain, the way it processed, the way it would handle the everyday means by which life was carried out and executed in forms of variation. But never would they control what response was given, what action was presented to the making of history or the unfolding of scenes to be later replayed. An ear flickered absently again, throwing away the pests that had decided to fly so close to his sails and attempt to harvest them; as if his ears were some sort of nutrients in which the life of these creatures fed on, like the earth itself feeds off the flowing water and the ground rises to the decay of each molecule. With that, the great head on which these sails resided was turned, shook to be ridden of his miniature foes.

In the same breath, the jungles gave way to the calling vibrations, echoing off the moved trunks and their stale bark to meet the same ears, while the head lifted with an acuity of a snake from it's level; the air was taken, scented, flickering through a darkened outlet and filtered down into the recesses that chambered his body that vibrated with interest; then blow out, swirling the undergrowth under his limbs where he had laid, taking in the existence of the disturbed jungles through the witness to it's very elements- the soil, the vines that wrapped themselves around the trees in a grip not so unlike death- and now, there was the domination of these very forests. The domination that had thus called..

Stilted limbs carried the beast out of the lower lands, rippling against bone and flesh that had known the confines of turbulence, the throes that nature took in it's futile effort to create within everything an equal, a similarity. They carried him amongst the meeting place, to the far side, away from the rest, set apart as the beast stood; limbs squared away, tail at the content state that was required for such an apparent occasion, and head at the level that was command by the situation- well below his shoulders, while yellow, searing eyes took in the next factor of resistance. So this was the goddess monarchy commanded.

[Kyeoshe.]

And they all came running, of course they all came running.

Like good little wolves, to their Queen. To die for the Queen. To live horrible, and to perish well. And when they all faced her, each bowing their heads and gaping up in wonder. That's when her announcement would be made.

"Im sure the rumors of Vertigo's death have come to your attention."

There was no doubt, she would have enemy's in this pack, one's who could guess her conspiracy against her sister, the mutiny that a few knew of, those few who would never speak out for fear of their life. You lifted a paw to the Queen now you had that paw knawed off. By Jagged daggers.

And they knew that. That was all that kept them from opening their mouths anyway. She liked it this way. Liked the power, she would rise. Far above her sister ever could.

"They are true."

White eyes searched those of the people, of her people.

"Me and Vertigo were having a private meeting at the Oasis."

It wasnt exactly like that.

".. when a alligator rose from the murk, and took my sister into the water."

And nobody questioned it.

" I attempted to get the alligator away from her, but I was to late."

Perhaps this would be the moment if she was telling the truth that a head would lower, but yet, it stayed tall. Proud.

" Because I am of the bloodline, as well as the beta. I am to take her place."

And you will all bow to me.

White eyes watched again, for a moment.

" Tell me, what do you all think of this descicion?"

She wanted to know who she could underestimate. Who would raise their tongue against her uprising, she wanted to know who would be loyal, and who would die.

[Kyeoshe.]

Wanted to make a note that all of these characters (currently at the meeting besides Meir) are all auto-accepted, which means they were born in the pack, or have been here for a while.

[Suta]

Suta's eyes glowed with a certain....passion. The emotion of anger and power took over his vocal cords, pulling at his body, forcing him to move in the new Queen's direction. The urge to speak up was an intense one. He put out his chest, in order to look more imposing, and cleared his throat. He wanted to be heard by the pack.

"My Queen! We will ALL follow you into battle, through life and death itself! We will live for you and die for you. When you say jump, I say "how hi?"! I am more than eager to follow you into oblivion! I-I am your t-t-tool! Neee-ah!" The tank started to have a seizure, his mental problems getting in the way of his speech. He twitched on the ground, trying to howl a salute at the same time, his mind racing. Oh God, why do I have to do this now? Why? His eyes rolled in his head as the others stared at him, most likely thinking of how he ruined the Queen's moment.

Suta slowly stopped twitching and stood up, lowering his head and tail. "Um...I apologize for that. I swear it will never get in the way of my duties, your Majesty. I can't really...talk much. My deepest apologies." He slowly backed away into the shade, somewhat hiding from his packmates. He knew for a fact that he would lose much respect after his...episode.