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2024-10-29 19:42:56[Quite the numbers of things to discuss now...]
Aside from the tone of their skins, they looked more like humans. Or to say, they were humans. Like gods who were humans. The tone of their skin was glazed with ash and does have its stray. Everyone there was retaining the human form. They always were. Hardly would he see many of them take the form of wolves. Space shifting wasn't really a thing until they were faced with quite the battles or had reasons to fleshen their rage or suit their wishes. Sundry things did propel sundry reactions from each of them. He knew those he could count on. His father wasn't actually one of them. He had no idea why he was feeling so odd about him. An instinct loaned him the felon fact that he hated the fact that he was the Alpha. Probably he was jealous. He couldn't really be sure. He was making hypotheses. He hadn't made himself an Alpha. He had been made by the mates. His was not to turn the offer down. Was he supposed to? If he was, then the stray did meet its loo. But time had had the best of the cake. There was no need for remonstrations or rusty regret.
They were seated in a circle and he was standing in the middle. A typical Alpha is expected to sacrifice. A great leader is mindful of his luck and the followers, of the possibility of being leaders one day. He could be very dominant most times, but he was sure that twas rather in a cute way. He could be ferocious, but not with Athena. He looked through and held her in his gaze. She was heavenly. He wouldn't let that get into his head at that moment. He needed to focus. There were clusters of trees littered behind the agora. He was browsing his options. He wanted quite the numbers of plans to supplant but he was conscious of which to come first or not. Being a leader wasn't a cake walk. His choice of words was his priority. His point did take suit. One for the other was at marred mercy. His options were gaunt. He would fleshen them. They were only fourteen at the moment, but he was sure that time would test their trails and complement their wants. He was staying positive. That was all he could do. He remembered the threat of that professed Alpha, he simply wouldn't let it get the best of him. His discourse took their turn:
[Firstly, after the fall and struggles, here we are.]
He could here echoes. More of breath-talks. He couldn't make apt meaning of them. Who would? He picked each mate with his greased gaze. He had the intention of damping them with ideas he was yet to splatter. Cleo, the broad chested mate like the trunk of a cursed tree was the only rogue smothering the jolting joy of the pack. He wanted to condone him for a while before he would decide whether or not keep him. He heard him mutter:
[Swift swift...]
Ignoring was the best he could do. And of course he did just that. His glottis was itching for pukes:
[I met with an Alpha. He was aggressive as you would guess. He felt he needed to prove his rage and was shocked at what met with his pride. But he left leaving a threat. He promised to return with his mates and invade our pack. Well, I threw his threat at his face. He couldn't behold the confetti as disappointment chopped it. He was determined. That I'm sure of. What do we do?]
[We leave this park of course.]
That was one of the pups. He guessed everyone had been given the freedom and could say whatever they wanted. Even the pups. He had no contention with it, but his rage demanded that whenever the adults deliberate, younglings were to be mute. There contributions should succeed what had been proposed. Dribus, a sentinel read his thoughts through his face:
[Dan, say nothing anymore.]
Then rose Dribus. He was aged! The immediate elder brother of Pelasgus, his father. He was allotted great regards back in the agora of the gods. But there in the pack, everyone was a survivor! The only mate whose words could never be tossed inadvertently or fiddled with was the Alpha's. Dribus was one of the mates who stood upon the ground that he should be the Alpha. And since the eldest had proposed a stance, others did have reasons to assume the same. He could see Dribus' legs quaking. He almost told him to seat before the sage picked his words, conscious of cliches and indeliberate strays.
[There's a point in what Dan said actually. We should leave this pack for another place. We're obviously outnumbered and hardly will stand a chance of victory against them. Why don't we move Eastwards towards the settlements of the humans beside the rill? We could be welcomed or pitch our tents closer to their abode. ]
He watched him seat as Athena stood. Twas rear. She really would speak on occasions like that. He had no idea what she did have in mind. He noticed Cleo. He couldn't be sure why he was restless. No idea of what he was up to. But who asks tortoise his next move? Of course, even the ant knows that he'll be up to a moaning mischief. Athena assumed a salient stance:
[Well spoken sage. But let's face the truth. How long can we run? How long will we keep running? What will catch up with us will do! Why not claim our stances and give rage for rage.]
Cleo stood abruptly. Like in a hibernated haste. Ah! Hell of course was let loose.
[What has this daughter of Zeus said? She's not even a part of us. Why make decisions for us? A wife should learn to be mute!]
[The twins!]
Lycaon ordered as the two soldiers of the pack rolled towards the rogue and bundled him to the porous pit filled with lukewarm coals. He would be there for several hours till instinct whisper to him what was expected of him. What to say and what not to say.
Pelasgus seemed indifferent. No mate was to be forced to contribute. One of the rules of the pack. And Lycaon wouldn't, as the Alpha, want to break what he had moulded. There was none going to speak anymore. He looked towards Athena, her visage was decked in shame. He must be fast about his business and be there for her. But he wasn't interested at that moment. He wasn't a husband then, he was an Alpha. Super different. He spoke.
[Let's sleep over it. We'll have succeeding meetings.]
The pups were first to rise as they were led, then succeeding ranks till twas the Alpha left with Pelasgus. Dribus felt Pelasgus' indifference and wouldn't tie his fate to that. Lycaon tottered towards his father, he knew he did have quite the loads of things to say. His opinions were always given after the meeting. Not like the backbone informant, but whatever you call it, informant.
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"Arrrgggghhhhhh" He screamed. Twas kinda like a shriek that almost ripped off the robes of the forest. He felt violated and annihilated. He felt fooled and played. He was trying his best to be sane enough to ignore the odds of the things that are happening. He was trying to forget what he had seen. He couldn't help it. The more he tried, the lesser he seemed to control. The more he tried to be strong, the weaker he was. He had no time for games, but the pains wouldn't bid adiue to him. He had no idea what to do. He had no idea what would happen. He was hoping that he would forget it. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to be taunted by the feeling all his life. He was hoping that things would toss new ideas at him. He was hoping that the forest would whisper a solid fact to him and his sanity would be fleshened. He was wrong. He was wronged. He was a fool. He had been fooled. Even the pattering mad
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. "I'll tell you just few things." He walked about the pack. He was all-smile. He had no idea what pain had the best of the mates. He didn't care what they swimming through. He had no idea what route they were plying. He didn't care. Didn't make any difference to him. He could use different types of feelings and motives. He had had his chance and was doing the worst he could to achieve whatever aim he did have in mind. He didn't care what others did think about it. It didn't really matter to him. That was of no consequence to him. Twasnt something which did keep him worried. He had been dealing with several mates and he was sure at that moment how to go about dealing with them. He needed no extra periods or training to learn how to do that. He could do several other things for them. He could do those even without their consents. He didn't mind. He couldn't call himself evil. He felt like he was the
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"What ya doing?" That was more to himself than to anybody. He was trying to put his thoughts right. He was beginning to feel bad for the action he had taken. He was beginning to feel bad for the steps he had taken. He didn't need that at that moment, and he did know that. There were quite the numbers of things he could just do on his way to the pack. He could use sundry thoughts other than those which had been hurting him. He had no idea how to tuck them in. He was trying as much as possible to ignore. He couldn't help himself. He did want to help himself, but twas simply to no avail. He was trying as much as possible to replace the taunting thoughts with a new and raw and fresh one. He needed a thought which would suit his worry and make him feel very safe and strong. He needed quite the numbers of emotions to feel. But he couldn't help it. He was beginning to regret the fact that he left the
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XXIII
"How fair enough it is." He was trying as much as possible not to have their eyes meet. He didn't know why. He should be feeling glad that he did work the magic. He should be glad that he did have his way around the odds. He should be glad that he finally ended the Centaurs. But he couldn't feel that at that moment. He felt as though he had been cheated. He was trying as much as possible not to get mad. He was putting his patience in a box and trying to sieve his options. Quite the numbers of ill things might had happened to him if he wasn't or hadn't been smart or something close to that. If he had been reckless, he could had been killed. If he didn't know how to make his way around things,he probably wouldn't be standing their to have a talk with them. He didn't know what to think at that moment. He didn't want to show to them that he was annoyed. He was trying as much as possible not to sh
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XXII
"Oh my..." Hadhis end come? That was one of the thousands of questions queuing in his subconsciousness. He was sure that he did have no answer to it. He wasn't obviously to determine whether or not he was yet alive. He needed to know what to do. He couldn't be sure what position that question took in his consciousness. He was only hoping. He couldn't had hoped better. He was thinking that time would make a pull of fate and prune the odds that he had been trying to ignore. He began to think about saving the Nymphs. He actually didn't remember when he did promise to protect them. He had tried to do his best. He couldn't had done it better. He was doing all he could. He didn't know how to go about it. He was trying to be sane. There wasn't much left in his thoughts. There wasn't much thing left for him to think about. He was only hoping that he would have something to look up to. He couldn't had made
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"How long more?" He wasn't sure who that was directed to. He couldn't be sure. His eyes were widening and his legs were lighter than he had ever thought. He was trying to process everything which happened quickly. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He didn't know how to put up with the new development. He didn't know how to go about the thoughts. He hadn't thought about it that way. He hadn't thought that the Centaurs would come anytime soon. He didn't know what they were there for. He didn't know what urgency pricked their mercies. He couldn't really be sure. He was yet hoping that things would play out well and he would be able to count the odds. He was just hoping that things he did not instigate would be put in their right places. He was not left with an option of course. He was just looking to the development. He was looking to what would happen soonest. He was pulling and sweeping
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"Two more coming..." There were still movements on him. Ruthlessly rhythmic. He was trying to be sane. He was trying to relate with what had been supplanted. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. He didn't know how to do that. He was weary of doing that. He needed time to think. He didn't know if he was yet living or not. He didn't know if he was yet breathing on not. But he could feel the pleasure reaching for the cleavages of his instinct. He could feel pain tearing his instinct apart. He could feel pleasure poring the pain. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to continue. He was held in the claws of indecision. He was put up to measure with the hate the odds had given to him. He was trying to make end of the sporadic spills. He just couldn't arrive at a sane pull. He didn't want the odds to end. He felt her hands on his chest. He felt boobs all over him. Strong surges were ruth
