"I'm quite sure you're a stray, cos by any chance I've never met anyone like you."
He watched the wolf flexed his limbs nigh as he poised his guts for some haughty strike. He began to browse his consciousness for the right word to say.
He knew that he couldn't dilly-dally for long else he would be caught off guard. He didn't want that to happen. No one would matter-of-factly.
He could read pride seeped in the visage of the wolf. He never knew that there were real wolves in that jungle. They were Werewolves. There was quite the difference.
Yet he couldn't fathom how easily twas for the so called real wolf to discern him. Damn! Earth didn't turn out to be what he had envisaged. He knew he had no time to savor thoughts and make confetti of them.
He could really use actions. That was all that mattered at the moment. And for the records, he hadn't had a serious fight since they had been thrown down from the apt azure by the zealous Zeus.
He did know that what he had done was worth more than the punishment the marred Monarch had leased on him. He was quite sure that he didn't stand a chance of plea and didn't go for it.
There they were cobbling pored pedigree torn by the humiliation. He found his words before the haughty wolf would make pawn of him:
"And I suppose that you don't want a half of the rage of someone like me. It's quite advisable that your walk on. Keep walking mate."
He saw the wolf wield what looked like a sassy smirk on the platter of his phizog. He knew that that was tantamount to a scoff.
He hated so many a things and scoff was the most nauseating. He knew that he wouldn't ignore what was going to be supplanted. He could feel it. But he'd rather that they keep to the word battle.
"You have no idea who is standing before you. An Alpha stands before you, you should cower and quit dripping saliva."
He smirked. He was loving the battle already. He was sure that what they had embarked on would have worn war as an offshoot.
He knew that at the end they were going to fight, but he would be ready for it. He was obviously buying time.
He hoped that his apt acumen would not go bankrupt. He complemented the odds of the professed Alpha.
"That makes us a pair then."
The wolf seemed amused and couldn't simply hide it. He halted and peered, heaving salient sighs as he let his words out:
"What does that mean? Hell wrong! An Alpha does act like you. I can't even see a silhouette of an Alpha in you, let alone its form."
Lycaon moved further a little bit towards the wolf, the professed Alpha. He wanted to see what he was capable of doing. He hadn't really fought with a real wolf.
He had actually traded fists with his mates. That was before he was officially announced the Alpha of the pack.
Though he did know Pelasgus, his father was not so cool with it, but he could deal with that. He hoped he could.
He tossed his instinct back into consciousness and picked up from where the wolf had dropped.
The retinas of the wolf were burnished in rage. He could easily discern that. He absolutely could. He wield his words:
"That simply means you're blind. Of course super duper blind."
"Beg your pardon?"
"Plus this, that means your deaf. Of course super duper deaf."
The wolf tossed his head towards him. He could only discern the male from the female. That was the far he could go after the unprecedented change they'd undergone.
He dodged it. The nose of the wolf brushed his ear. He was glad that twasnt his teeth. He probably would be cut by then.
He retreated a bit and charged at him, booting him with his head. The Wolf's head at that lifted his claws and limbs from the eerie as he tried to fight and regain his balance on the the earth.
He did regain his balance and retreated a bit. But obviously, the wolf was not ready to run away.
A part of Lycaon was glad about the new expenditure. He was having the better part of the wolf. He would keep to it till he would succeed in scaring him away.
The wolf before him was huge. He wouldn't annul that fact. If he did, he would simply be telling himself a big and fat lie.
He wasn't in for such. He was sure that if the blow of that wolf have a better part of his jaw, he would have to nurse it for days. He wouldn't allow that.
The first impression did matter. And he was sure that he had tossed the coin appropriately. The wolf instead of rage chose words. Wise of him to choose words over his rage. Well, lucky Lycaon.
"Are you really sure about this? I've been an Alpha for four years. I've been responsible to the pack for over four years. When did you become one, you lad! When, that you contend with a superior. Leave this pack with your mates, wherever they are. My mates, subjects to say, are coming to invade here. Leave honorably or be devoured by rage. Leave by choice or be humiliated. To be forewarned is to be forearmed."
The wolf turned to leave. Was that really all? He hadn't thought twould end that way. He was thinking twould be bloodbath.
Hell wrong he was. But he wasn't ready for the wolf to leave. Why would he watch him leave with such atmosphere.
He had threatened his pack and their banishment. He had threatened his leadership. The thought of their banishment and humiliation done by Zeus was yet fresh like the prime of the hay.
He would allow everything but the repetition of such spell. He would even die trying to prevent it. He spoke hastily before the wolf would disappear into the locks of trees.
"I tell you. Your words are sweeter than they seem. How I wish twas as easy as you've said it."
"We shall see."
The wolf mused without looking. Lycaon had no idea what the wolf was up to. But he was sure that twas to no good.
He was sure that he had disappeared into clusters of the towering trees before he decided to leave.
The snow started dripping. Twas unusual. Then he heard a call from behind.
But he watched the wolf disappear into the clusters. Did he really disappear and was behind him? How possible was that.
Twas never heard that the real wolves did disappear. Or was the wolf some disguise of Poseidon?
He knew what Poseidon could do to have Athena back. He needed to act fast before he would be pawned. He turned and looked. Damn!
"What are you doing here?" He wasn't sure if that was the right question to ask. He couldn't think straightly. What he was seeing couldn't complement his thoughts. He could see her taunting tits screaming at the top of their voices to get noticed by some passersby. He knew he would be that passerby. There was no other person there. And for the first time in the long while he was confused. What he had seen was beyond what he had expected. That wouldn't be the first time he would be seeing her. He even had seen her before he had left the pack for a walk. He was sure that he hadn't taken quite the much time before she had come looking for him. He wasn't complaining. Twas obvious that she did love him and wouldn't want anything odd to befall him.
"Yummy" He fell on the berth as she came all over him. His claws were sharp. He was careful not to dig them into her flesh. He would be careful enough. He knew what she wanted at the moment. He was supposed to grab some sleep. She had actually advised him to do just that but she happened to be that who wouldn't avail him. He couldn't push her away. He couldn't ignore her. He couldn't resist. She was more than what she seemed to be. She wasn't only beautiful but enchanting. He wasn't so disciplined to ignore a lady of such make. And of course he did love her. He was actually confused. He didn't know who loves who more amongst the two of them. He wasn't sure if he did love her than she loved him or vice versa. But one thing he was damn sure about was the fact that he could kill for her. What had made him subdue the crazy Poseidon because of her. Hw would do everything to protect her. He would a
"What would you say now? Ah!" He wasn't sure what was happening. How possible was it? He was in the bed getting laid quite the while ago. What was he doing in the depth of the waters chained? In the depth of the sea! How did he get there? Who transported him? He wasn't sure what was happening to him. Or was it some hallucinations which did complement sex with the daughter of the father of all gods? He didn't know what was happening. His thoughts eluded him. Twas quite better to say that his head was blank and was void. Well,darkness was oozing in the mental horizon. And he was humbly hoping that the light would come on. Come on and lit his instinct. Come on and shed a shred of its shade on his gloom. He needed to be sane for a while. Being insane wasn't an option. His hands were heavy. He was chained. His hands and legs separately, then together. He was chained such that, his hand were locked up, hi
[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
"Did you call that meeting or briefing?" Pelasgus moved aside as he sat. He had no idea why his father was being jumpy. There was no point in moving aside. There were different erected logs which he could sit on. He was being careful. Like he was girding his hampered heart for it. He knew what was going to happen anytime soon. His father's actions were not farfetched. He would throw garbage of words at him. But he had no digs to veil the odds and tame the taunting odors. He was ready for whatever twould take. He looked at him. What was that question for? He couldn't be sure. Was that to get on his nerve or bruise his authority? He wouldn't call that questioning his authority. He would rather it as assault. And he wouldn't take any form of assualt. He kept his rage in its cubicle. He didn't want to rend it. He could use pored patience. At least for the meantime. He was skeptical on what would be supp
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"Been two days he's gone, what do we do?" Athena was acting a Luna for the time being. That was not supposed to be? Well! The pack rule was different there. Dribus, the elder brother or Pelasgus was supposed to be in charge. Pelasgus was no interested. He was yet trying to snap outta his shock and blows he had received from the attack. He was sure that so many of them had no idea what he was going through. So many would never trail a track of his own rage. Twas beyond getting hurt or falling. But being violated. His instinct was violated as well as his rage. He should be mad at everyone. Probably he should be mad at the wolves who were supposed to be the security. He had no idea what they were doing when they were attacked: himself and Lycaon, his son. Matter-of-factly, they just finished having a meeting that day. He remembered that the Rogue was taken away by the security. Probably he wouldn't be
"Come together y'all." He couldn't count them. He wasn't sure whether or not he could. The wolves were swaying towards them. Were they the wolves Lycaon talked about? He couldn't be sure. His heart was in his mouth. He obviously was the eldest, and the mates, even the pack was in his palms. He would tell what would be or not. Whatever he say would be the intiator of whatever they were supposed to be. Whatever their fates was supposed to be. He didn't have much time to think. There was nothing to think. He knew he was too weak for it. He looked towards Pelasgus, he simply wasn't interested. Twas littered all over his face. He didn't hide it. He had no idea what had become of his brother. He didn't use to be like that. He used to be great. He used to be a man of valour. He used to be a dean of affluence. He used to champion courses back then in the agora of the gods. Lycaon had simply ta