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On War and Peace
« on: April 08, 2019, 07:54:27 PM »
It was a cool and bitter night as Saraekiel landed near the outskirts of the Dios del Noche Woodlands. He raked his eyes over the shadow filled woods and grimaced with distaste. Not because of the trees but because of the creatures that called it home. Keynigh and his demented wolf pack. He came hoping for the best but prepared for the worst and so was dressed accordingly. His hair was tied back and he was dressed in loose but close fitting black pants, boots and a dark blue tank top; both would allow for quick and efficient movements without allowing for much chance for a handhold (or in this case teeth and claw holds) with his weapons only a though away, as always.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his messages as he gave the remaining residents of the Dios del Noche Woodland a chance to be alerted to his presence before he entered the tree line.

It was a text from Zoheret warning him about their favourite little mosquito. Zoheret was more then smart enough to handle Jake McCloud and Saraekiel had faith in their alliance…to a point. Dark Angels didn’t stay on a sinking ship, and although his ship wasn’t sinking it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing either. His claim to the North and North East was based on him bringing the supernatural community of that area together.

In one hand he had a pack of luna challenged lycanthropic furballs, and in the other, he had this wolf clan of fanatical angel hating zealots to contend with, and the DWC and he had some dark history. Time to see if it could be put to bed and see if there could be peace between them.

He quickly replied to Zoheret, slipped his phone back into his pocket and strolled into the wolf’s den.

“Keynigh!” he called out into the gloom “I’ve come to talk, not fight so don’t attack” He scanned the gloom carefully not just with his eyes but with his gifts as well.

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #1 on: April 09, 2019, 08:27:20 AM »
Keynigh enjoyed the few days of bliss that had been bestowed onto them, Flick was a wonderful and polite guest. Keynigh and his packmates along with the guest were in the inner skirts of the forest, Wrage and Flick were play fighting among themselves. Both Wrage and Extasis had taken a liking to the vampire, an encouraging outcome to this young pup showing up. Pinkey had nestled himself in Keynigh's back, for the time being, soundly sleeping in his soft fur. His head down and resting between his paws suddenly shot up, it could not be? He felt a dark disturbance in the forest one that he knew too well, it was a Dark Angel and one he encountered countless times in the past.

When Keynigh heard Saraekeil's voice wash over the forest Wrage stopped playing and growled furiously. Keynigh gave him a stern look, Wrage always had a weakness for going after Angels. This was not their goal anymore, shaking Pinkey awake and politely beckoning Pinkey off his back. Stretching as he rose along with a piercing howl to instill a little respect in Angel before addressing the group.

"You will all stay here and I will engage him alone. I will summon you if it's a trap." Speaking in wolf before sauntering off towards the outskirts of the forest to meet Saraekiel, his old nemesis of long ago.

Not surprised as he reached the outskirts that Saraekiel would be in such clothes, narrowing his eyes at the Angel. His head low not out of respect but wary of his foe, why would the Angel come now? He already took the North and what business did he think they had to discuss now? He stopped far enough away should this was a trap and should he need the space to charge the Angel. Keynigh reached out to Saraekiels mind to establish a connection of communication, nothing more. Keynigh's dark fur blended into the night, making him look like a silhouette of floating blue eyes in the dark.

Saraekiel you are far from home... what brings you to my door? Keynigh simply started to the Dark Angels mind, no emotion involved.

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #2 on: April 09, 2019, 09:04:53 AM »
Extasis had been happy for the first time in a long while.  The newcomer had brought the energy of a pup that felt bittersweet--reminding her of when the pack was larger with more young ones to race through the trees with.  It reminded her of her daughter, but she tried not to dwell on that so much.  The rat was fascinating, it was hard to not want to eat the creature or at least hold it in her mouth to taste.  But she was being polite. 

She was watching the playfighting between Flick and Wrage, black tail wagging and tongue lolling out of her mouth.  She wanted to join, and watched closely for an opening that was best suited for a surprise "attack."  But then there was a presence in the wood.  Something that made the fur all over stand on end.  The black wolf let out a low growl.

Ex knew that voice.  And her teeth ached to bury themselves into his flesh, to rip and tear and crunch down on bone!

Keynigh commanded that they stay, and Ex whined a protest--she did not want to see another of her pack slain.  She wouldn't withstand another death.  She rushed to nuzzle her head against his side, inhaling the scent lingering in his fur as if it would be the last time she could do so.  Watching him leave to find the dark angel, she paced anxiously back and forth and looked to Wrage for reassurance, emitting a low whine. 

"I don't trust the angel--I want to taste his blood!"  she lamented, sitting now. 

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #3 on: April 09, 2019, 10:00:14 AM »
Flick was enjoying the game of wrestle. Wrage was strong enough to make it interesting and he was hoping Ex would pounce on in. The dark wolves were a small family, but they loved the earth and each other. Flick would be going to look for Digital soon. He missed his strange friend, and wondered if he’d like his new wolf pack. Of course, Flick was getting ahead of himself as usual. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be a Dark Wolf. They had so much violence in their past, and it had cost them so many. However the white wolf thought he could restore some light to the darkness facing his noble friends. He wanted to help them realize that peace was always better than war.

Pinky hadn’t wanted to play wrestle and so Flick had left his animal familiar with Keynigh, noble master of this group. He could sense his sleeping companion and knew he was safe. All had been well until the smells of blood, sulfur and fire entered his snout. He remembered this particular scent from the big house where he’d tracked Digital. Was this the golden man? Flick sensed the tension and licked Wrage to calm him. He was a guest and so would not speak unless his hosts required it of him. He did wish Pinky was next to him though.
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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #4 on: April 10, 2019, 06:01:19 PM »
He sensed him there, watching from the shadows. He and Keynigh had fought too many times for him not to become wary, so he readied himself, if an attack was coming it would come from the flanks. He waited, his hands by his side ready to call blade and fire, At the absence of an attack however and not sensing any wolves approaching he relaxed slightly.

At the brush of Keynigh’s mind against his, he tensed again.  He doubted Keynigh intended to attack that way, he and his people had learned the hard way that his mind was not an easy target, but he was in enemy territory and he was on edge.

He could have replied mind to mind but he wanted everyone to hear and so replied aloud.

“To talk Keynigh. This war of yours against me and mine has gone on long enough. I thought I would come and see if you were open to making peace” He smiled at the end with a twisting up at the corners of his mouth. Keynigh’s clans hatred for angels and their desire to kill them was almost instinctual, he doubted they would be overly interested in peace with him.




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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #5 on: April 11, 2019, 05:03:18 PM »
"We must trust in your father my love. I do not trust the angel either," he did not like to see his wife this way.

Wrage gave thanks to Flick with a friendly lick, then tried to comfort his mate by nuzzling her face and neck, pacing back and forth was never good for his wife. They had lost so much but they needed to trust Keynigh and his visions from Akasha of peace. He knew as did Extasis that the choice to hunt for Angels weighed heavily on his conscience, he blamed himself for the death of Tala and the others. He had made the decision years ago to continue on his late father's path, a grave mistake. Wrage did not blame Keynigh for the death of his daughter, this is what they signed up for in the past and he trusted Keynigh's judgement. Just as Wrage had faith in Keynigh now and the visions he had received from Akasha.

Keynigh wrinkled his snout at Saraekiel when he spoke of making peace, the wind rustling the grass ever so slightly.  Like an attempt to convey Akasha's presence in the forest, something that would surprise Saraekiel. The tides had turned for once and Saraekiel would feel their hermaphrodite deity on this plane, after being lost for generations. The Dark Wolves had wandered long enough, it had been almost two years since they had returned to the city.

This war of ours? I nor my clan have spilled any blood since Akasha has come back and revealed to me the history of lost past. Keynigh did not know how much Saraekiel knew of Averllin and he kept quiet on the subject.

So what exactly is making peace to you? Hesitate to believe that the Angel truly wanted peace.

Something was amiss and once again a gentle breeze would blow for a mere moment, solidifying the fact there was more than what Saraekiel was letting on. Keynigh remained on high alert while giving Saraekiel a chance to speak his mind. Although he didn't have high hopes that what Saraekiel would propose something that would be equal and beneficial to both parties.

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #6 on: April 11, 2019, 11:21:06 PM »
Extasis pulled away from Wrage's attempts to comfort, listening to the poison dripping from the angel's mouth.  Her ears were pressed flat against her head as she paced angrily back and forth.

He dares talk of peace?  She answered her husband mentally.  Indignantly she sat on her haunches, raised her head high and let out an angry howl.  They could surround the angel!  Catch him off-guard!  They were four to his one!

She wanted to trust the visions her father had.  But she wanted bloody justice just as badly.

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #7 on: April 16, 2019, 12:48:26 AM »
Saraekiel raised an eyebrow as he felt the presence of an alien being with every strange ripple and wave of the grass.

"What is that?" he asked with mild curiosity "Akasha? who is that? A new pack member? and what history?" It had been a few years since he had entered these woods but there had most definitely not been this strange presence haunting the trees back then.

"Yes, your war Keynigh. It is, or was your pack that hunted me and mine, that declared us abomination and seeked to kill us." he shook his head in disbelief and resignation. Were Keynigh and his clan of rabid mutts now going to claim innocence? claim they were the victims? When it was they that had always been the aggressors?

As Extasis' distant howl filled the tree he smiled sharply. Keynigh was the strongest but she? She had always been the most relentless, the most aggressive in her need to kill his kind, over the years her need had become personal and had shifted from his kind to him, he had thought she had died years ago, he had certainly left her near death the last time they tangled.

"So lovely to hear your voice again Extasis" he said into the gloom. " You're keeping well I hope?"

He flicked his eyes through the shadows, searching for keynigh.

"Peace is peace Keynigh. To put our past behind us, to strive for a better future were we can live together in some sort of harmony. To find an understanding so that we can stop trying to kill each other." he replied with a sigh

"I guess the question should be reversed. What does peace mean to you and yours Keynigh besides the death of every angel, light dark or fallen."

The other supernatural groups of the North had excepted him as District Leader but the DWC could become a thorn in his side if he couldn't forge some kind of accord with them.

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Re: On War and Peace
« Reply #8 on: April 18, 2019, 02:12:19 PM »
Keynigh ignored Saraekiels question of curiosity of Akasha and its presence in the forest. It did not surprise Keynigh that Saraekiel would not know of Akasha or the history of Averllin, that had been long before his time as a prodigy. Even his own God had tried to wipe out the history between the shapeshifters and Angels, how angry would Saraekiel be to learn that his history was a lie? To find out how the war was started by an Arch-Angel whose obsession with Averllin never ceased, the humans that were innocently slaughtered. The Angels of Lights mere warning before turning their backs and letting his clan sort out the mess. No, Keynigh would keep these visions to himself and he knew Saraekiel would not accept the information without some sort of doubt or deny the fact altogether. Saraekiel was an arrogant man and was not one who took to being proven wrong lightly.

An eerie howl cut into the night like a hot knife through butter and Keynigh could only shake his head, his daughters lust for violence stemmed from his own teachings. He could no longer follow that path like his own father, who had been dead for years now and he regretted following the path of violence like his forefathers.

Keynigh shook his head at the comment peace was peace, that was not always right. To accept peace without knowing the terms were foolish and Keynigh would not fall for that simple of an answer. A better future for who? The Angels? There were too many variables in his too simple of an answer.

"Peace to me means hope that my line will not die out. That my grandchildren will grow old and perhaps they can have a normal life without endless violence," things Saraekiel did not understand. He neither cared or loved no one as a Dark Angel or as far as Keynigh knew from Saraekiel's past history

"I can not agree with peace is just peace with you Saraekiel. You take the North and yet you only come to us now? Why?" Starting at Saraekiel with harsh eyes.

If this was Saraekiels idea of peace it was a poorly executed plan, did he think that being a district leader would give him more sway? If he truly wanted peace why not come before being elected leader? These things did not sit with Keynigh well, he felt his clan had been singled out.