`Haunting Desires// Zentha!

[Credo]

The vigorous gale that swept over High Waves Beach made the beast squint his usual widened eyes, as grains of sand twirled in the winds grasp. The weather was begining to change as clouds rolled onto their obsiden background, the nights glistening constilations becoming hiden within the cotton-like bundles. Even the lunar rays of the full moon that shead light on their path was fading behind the blanket of clouds. White caps formed on the relentless waves, crashing down upon the beach with an aweful roar. A set of fresh traks were embedded in the moist sand as two wolf-like figures treaded across the beach; an alabaster brute, in contrast with an ebon beast. A rumble rolled over the heavens, threatening to cast it's sparks to the earth. It was as if mother nature itself was in a fury to his majestys unwelcomed arrival to Kongrai. Yet, his muscular frame did not yeild, as he was commanded to talk with his leader, away from the naive miscreits back at the great marsh. His held an undying loyality for the legendary one, while the others.. well, it was clear where they now stand. The tardy ones who didn't obey his ledership, or the 'followers' that didnt even partake in his meeting.

Credo followed his master through the depths of night, never uttering so much as a word. Though he pondered, what was so important, that his leige could only entrust him with? What plans did the demon have for this miserable isle? He understood, that he could not take the disobediant Kenya, for she lacked the loyality-not to mention the decency to keep her acursed mouth shut. Nor could he ask for Bruces company, his other follower, lacked the intelligence and attention span. He would not question him, for he had too much respect for the brute to speak without permission. Instead he continued on, muscles flexing as pillars carried him onwards. The pair went on like this, under the brewing storm overhead. They did not speak the entire time, a silent voyage to wherever the leader set his destination.

Time passed, and finally, the sable-pitched brute came to a hault ahead of him. He was not sure why he chose this spot from the rest of the beach, but again, he would not question his actions. He sat back onto his haunches, curling his silver tipped banner around his paws. His coat was tousled in the winds, as if they had fingers, streaming through his thick fur. With his head slightly lower than his company, he decided that now was the time he should be allowed to speak. "Of what importance must you speak of to me, sire?" His deep vocals bekoned, his brown orbs looking upon his silvery pools, ears erect and attentive to hear what he had to say.

[laura]

Anger boiled beneath the dark brute’s skin. The insolence of that idiot brute, Bruce, and his pathetic female companion, Kenya, was downright disgusting. They were not needed, and they certainly would not go about their way without retribution. The only follower worth a damn thing was Credo. The pale brute’s unwavering loyalty would come with great reward, Zentha would be sure of that. When the time came, Credo would be holding a high rank in the take over. For now, however, the satisfaction of inflicting pain would have to suffice. As the pair made their way across the sands of the beach, Zentha’s body nearly quivered with the rage he was feeling. Large paws sunk into the grains of sand as the wind whipped about them and the waves crashed to shore until finally the pair drew to a halt away from the roar of the whipping winds.

For moments, the brute did not speak, despite the question posed to him by the fairer hued male. The large male’s malicious gaze went straight past Credo as he pondered silently to himself before, finally, he shifted his position and gazed straight at his loyal follower, Perhaps you already know the punishment that will befall Kenya and that other insolent fool whose name is not even worthy of being spoken. You may pick one of the two, or both even if you wish, to punish. As for other matters, the word is spread, but nobody seems to take heed. It is time for bloodshed in my name. Pausing, the dark brute gazed at the other in silence, I care not who dies, or how many. From pups to elders, the time to strike fear into their hearts is here. You are to alert my other followers, and you are also to organize and lead the siege. You alone are the one I trust the most, Credo. I know you will not fail me.

Though the word of his return had been spread, none seemed to cower in fear quite as he had expected. Now, it was time to show them the error of their ways. The brute wanted his name to be associated with fear, with panic, as well as respect and a type of warped admiration. This was his time, his rise to power. However, his rise could not be attained alone. Credo would be his right hand wolf, the one who helped the brute attain his goal. The fairer hued brute would be the only one he would truly trust and rely on. Unlike the two who had sealed their fate, Credo had shown that his loyalty was unwavering, and that was just what Zentha needed from all of his followers. Gazing past the fairer brute once again, the darker male envisioned his army descending into Skyla territory under the cover of darkness, slipping silently into their midst and spilling the blood of many before slipping away back into the darkness. The thought brought a twisted smirk to the brute’s maw.

I will participate as well, if it is safe enough for me to be involved. I trust you know the state of the Skyla pack as well as I do? That was an important factor. If they were on high alert, the siege would take place once their defenses had fallen. If they were lax and weak, it would take place as soon as the entire thing was organized. Oh, how glorious this would be. As for Kenya and Bruce, the brute did not care if Credo sent others to carry out their punishment or if he carried it out himself. As long as it was accomplished, Zentha cared not who did it or how they went about it. The main thing on his mind was the siege.

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[Credo]

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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/2qm22ro.png] Moments passed before his majesty even uttered so much as a word, casting a look of pure hatred and distaste beyond Credo. He knew all too well who the look was desired for. The naive fool, and the insolent miscreit. Names were not needed, for they both knew that they would be severly punished for there actions. The dark beast began to speak, as if proving what he had already known. He would surely take heed to this oppurtunity to deliever punishment of the disobediant fools, but what surprised him, is what his alpha had to say next. 'You are to alert my other followers, and you are also to organize and lead the siege. You alone are the one I trust the most, Credo. I know you will not fail me.' He sat calmly, but on the inside, he felt an overwhelming sensation of pride. Out of all the followers, Credo was the one chosen for such a large order. He would be the one to command the others into combat, with any wolf they spot in the name of Zentha. Those that did not take heed to his arrival, would now know the true wrath and dischord that was sure to come. What could Credo say, to such an order? He simply gave a lop-sided smirk to reveal his answer, a "Your wish, shall be done, sire." His deep vocals replied, honored that his leader would put his trust in him. Under his comand, he would make sure that he, along with the other followers, would create havoc, bloodshed, and choas across the entire island of Kongrai. Just as Zentha had ordered. Kongrai may not have listened to the minions about the destruction that would come, but now.. Now was the time to force them to hear what they had to say. It would be let known that the legendary one, has returned. 'I will participate as well, if it is safe enough for me to be involved. I trust you know the state of the Skyla pack as well as I do?' Ah, the Skyla pack. He knew the horrible state they had gotten into. Once upon a time, they were a force to be rekoned with. Now? He had gained word of a certain few members turning against them. Against their own pack, their family. He felt no pity for their downfall, though. For in due time, that pack would be in the rightful hands of who truly deserved it. Senna and Kaija, were never the rightful ones for the thrown. He gave a nod, acknowleging the question before replying. "Yes, I've heard." Just then, a thought reminded him something concerning the pack. It may not be of importantance to his company, but the brute would never hold back any sort of information from his leader. "I've spotted their precious daughter running loose in the barren lands, and have gathered word that there own son is missing." [Sorry for the late reply, and horrible post. ><']

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[laura]

Twisted grin contorted the beast’s monstrous features as he turned his gaze upon the pallid demon, Both are away from the pack, you say? Well, perhaps one or both can be captured. I would prefer the younger be brought here though. Well, this was certainly an interesting turn of events. It seemed as though everything was falling into place and his plan would be able to take place much sooner than the beast had originally thought. The desire to control Skyla grew stronger with each passing day, and it seemed as though fate was finally conceding to such strong desires. But first, another thing must be addressed, When punishing the traitorous fools, take Scarlet with you. I would like her to see you in action, Credo. She shows great potential. Now, with that out of the way, the monstrosity turned his thoughts back to the unruly royal Skyla progeny. The youngest would be the easiest to capture. She was a rather unruly little beast, and if words were true, the little ess would hardly be caught dead near the safety of the pack, especially with word of the events that had just transpired in their own rankings.

Rising swiftly to his large paws, the obsidian demon turned to face his fairer counterpart, countenance once again stoic but a pleased look lingering in his eyes, You serve me well, Credo. Come, my friend. We prepare for battle. A battle it would certainly be, leading up to a much larger war. The vastness of the statement was certainly unknown at this point, but oh how true those words really were. Muscles bunched, hemmed and hawed beneath the skin as the long legs of the beast moved to propel his strong chassis towards the darkness of the forest. The commands had been given, and plans were in the making. Zentha was on his way to a glorious return, and if Credo continued on his loyal path, his actions would be well rewarded.

Zentha exits.

ooc; sorry it’s so short and crappy o.o i don’t think there’s much else that needs to be done here. i’ll pm you in a bit once i get everything a little more ~organized haha.

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[Credo]

'Both are away from the pack, you say? Well, perhaps one or both can be captured. I would prefer the younger be brought here though.'

His masters devilish baritones sounded like music to the beasts ears. A wicked smile caressed his lips as his mind pondered over the grand oppurtunity. To capture the only heiress of the Skyla tribe-a stubborn, headstrong dame at that. Such a oppurtunity could not be wasted. His eyes sparkled dangerously as he thought about how outraged and furious the alpha pair would be over this. Credo relished in the thoughts of the worry they would feel. Ah, but if only he could see the looks on their faces, when he swept their precious daughter away. This, was going to be an exceptional pup-napping.

'When punishing the traitorous fools, take Scarlet with you. I would like her to see you in action, Credo. She shows great potential.'

Credo nodded in agreement. Though he had yet to see this dame in action, his alpha spoke of her with great promise. If he could put such trust in her, then so shall he. Perhaps he could show her a few pointers on how to fair with the 'non-believers' prancing about the island. She would probably be the best choice to take with him anyways-afterall, Scarlet was perhaps the only other follower worth mentioning, as they were punishing the disloyal Kenya, and her idiotic companion. The other followers may not have been mentioned because they have not proved their worth to their king yet. As he came out of his musings, his highness rose upon his four stalky pilars, gazing at him with a certain hint of pleasure.

'You serve me well, Credo. Come, my friend. We prepare for battle.'

With a immidiate, humble bow to his king, Credo only uttered a few words. "As you wish." Now was the time that their long planning would finally go underway. After a year of absence, he was back-and this time, vengence will be served to those that took no heed to his numorous warnings. A toothy grin found it's way onto the alabaster brute as he followed close behind the legend, their paws drumming off the earth in unison as they had earlier. Thunder roared to their leave, sending it's bright sparks down from the heavens, crashing down upon the beach where they once stood. Fierce winds ravaged the land while the waves continued to clash with the sand. The storm was a perfect resemblence to what was to come. Kongrai had no idea what was coming.

And this, was only the start.

[Credo Exits]