THE AWAKENING , zentha's followers/open

[laura]

The darkness was a welcomed thing, especially on a night like this. Even the moon had chosen to remain hidden on this night, and fog had chosen to cover the ground in a thick layer, providing an eerie atmosphere to the marshy lands. Through the darkness padded a brute whose pelt was as dark as the night surrounding him but eyes as bright as the fog. It had been quite some time since he had been near these lands, quite some time indeed. Returning, though, had always been in the plan. It was never his intentions to stay away for long. Long enough to put together a plan, then he would return. Now, the plan was perfectly formed, flawless in every way, and the dark hued brute made his way through the lands, head held low. The shadows of the night seemed to creep around his paws, weaving through the fog, which separated under his paw steps.

Liquid silver eyes scanned the dark night for any signs of life, any signs that his followers were lurking nearby. The brute had passed the message along with several of his younger and more dedicated followers that tonight would be the night he would enter the marsh lands and that all who were loyal to him should rally, meet with him to provide him with the details that he had been missing. As he moved quietly, the mud from the marshes coated his already black pelt in grimy layers that soaked him nearly to the bone, but the brute did not mind this one iota. In fact, he rather embraced it. The lighter parts of his pelt would be camouflaged by the thick mud and would only decrease the possibility of being spotted by ones who were not his followers. Though, if any did spot him and were foolish enough to approach, he would eliminate them without so much as a second thought. There was no time for risks. Not this early in the game.

Once his paws were settled back on solid ground, the brute resumed his search for his followers. Spotting a tree up ahead, the dark hued male ambled towards it, settling on his haunches beneath the three. His breath rose from him in puffs of white air as a chilled breeze blew across him from behind. Inhaling deeply, he sifted through all the scents to see if any familiar ones were lingering, yet there were none. Lips pulled back slightly as he bowed his head, emitting a low, irritated growl from deep within his chest. Those fools had better passed the word. If none of his followers showed up, then all would be a waste, and they would all pay for their insolence. It was time to spread the word, to make sure every single wolf in every single pack and territory knew the truth. Zentha had returned.

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Credo]

Beneath the heavy cloak of fog, the cannibalistic male slowly made his way into the marsh. The stench of the putrid, murky marsh wafted into the nostrils of the white beast. The smell was awefully pungent here, making it hard for anyone of his species to pick up other scents. Even his large body proved difficult to manuver through the dense bog. Credo's alabaster coat was coated in the brown sludge as he trudged through it, his limbs that occasionally got stuck only made his coat more filthy. The moods of others in this situation would become irate at such annoyances-not Credo. No, for he had a atrocious display of crimson all over his lips, accompinied by a twisted smile. He just had a rather satisfying meeting with a lone wolf-a meeting that went well on his end. He did not devour the wolf, like he had times before in his frequent rampages. He just left him a few 'parting gifts' on it's side, before spreading the word of his leader. He worked hard on giving out the good news of Zentha's return to others. It gave him the chance to encounter other wolves, a chance to loosen his fits of insanity.

His recent encounter though, was something quite interesting. He was informed by his victims, that the beast was about to have a Skyla pup for lunch. He was glad he ran when he did. Sure, it wise to do so when the Skyla alpha himself came along, but he needed to inform his master of this. He was quite sure, that those pups were not around when Zentha was here less than a year ago. And if they were,they were too small and well hidden for others out of that pack to know about. He also made note of who led each pack, what their names were. He studied each and every detail of as many wolves on Kongrai as the brute could. Though he did not know much about the loners, such information gathered of the packs could be givin to Zentha.

Suddenly, a noise drew his attention away from his musings. A low-pitched howl reverbrated throught the marsh, causing the brutes auds to swivel in attention. His leader was calling out to his minions for a meeting. Credo's smile only broadened more at this sound. Perhaps they would be givin new orders this foggy night. Hopefully, something a little more challenging then simply telling others 'the legendary Zentha has returned.' Emitting an earie chuckle, the maniac swiftly made his way through the thick mud. It took him some time, but after a while, he could finally see his leaders large frame ahead of him. He sat beneath a large tree-a tree on solid ground, at that. The follower graciously stepped out of the muck and onto harder ground, droplets of murky water dripping off his his discheveled coat. He noticed that he was first to arrive, and that Zentha already looked irritated. "My leader," He bekoned simply,his usual, crooked smirk plastered onto his visage. He dipped his head slightly to show his respect before he too, sat back onto his haunches, awaiting the arrival of the rest of his tribe. He did not utter another word, mostly because something important was needed to say from Zentha, not him. Not to mention, that the fact that he was insane, and entertained himself by reminissing the ones whom he has tortured.

Muse: Not it's best.
Company: Zentha.
Time: Night.

[Kenya]

The normally smug and deadly fae padded though the land, her light weight frame allowing her to avoid alot of the slush that would of doomed many of her heavier male counter-parts. but even the fact that she may of ended the life of the skyla warrior and managed to damage the alpha heir was not enough to bring the nasty smile to her maw, which is a very bad sign some would think that if she was not smiling that it was a good sign, but they would be dead wrong because when she is not smiling she is feeling no mercy not even for her own rogue cell of wolves, not alot of things could wipe the grin off of her maw, but if you actually manage to spill her blood then you have just sealed your fate, as far as she was concerned if that warrior survives then she still has work to do!.

As she entered the same clearing as her leader and the male known as Credo she shot a icey-glare over toward credo before turning her attention to her leader bowing her head in respect, but no words came from her maw which was strange for the deranged fae she usually loved to brag about her kills, especially when she had the chance to do it in front of her evil leader, anything that would make credo look bad was usually a good idea to her, it was how the two normally played but not on this day, there was something different about the evil famora, a nasty scar ran down across her left eye and stopped just before her snout, she glanced around the terrain before sitting down gently in a spot that ensured she would not sink into the muck she then waited for her leader to speak.

[laura]

In the darkness Zentha sat, his irritation growing second by second. Where were his followers? Then, as if in reply to the thought, a familiar brute slipped into his view. Credo was perhaps one of Zentha’s most reliable followers. The dark brute’s cold gaze did now show any type of emotion as he watched the light colored male show his respect with his actions and his words. The dark brute said nothing in return. Instead, he simply nodded in acknowledgement. Then, the form of another, more slender wolf caught his attention. Returning her nod, the brute sat, liquid silver eyes flickering between the two. Zentha’s body was stiff with irritation. Were these the only ones who were loyal enough to show their faces? If no others showed up, there would certainly be hell to pay.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever as the dark brute attempted to wait and see if any others would arrive. When it seemed that no one would, he turned his silver gaze to the two before him, Credo, Kenya, where are the others? His voice was deep, booming and filled the silence surrounding them. His tones carried annoyance and anger at the lack of followers that were making an appearance. There was nothing that should take precedence over this meeting. The anger swam in his eyes. Answers were demanded. His words would not be spread if there were simply two who cared about this meeting, his return, and his plan.

Zentha would not tolerate any type of insolence. It was not his style. Any who did not show would pay the price for their insolence. Perhaps they would not be killed immediately, but they would certainly be punished, left with a reminder as to why Zentha should not be disregarded, tossed aside like an insignificant pebble. The thought was infuriating and drew a low, rumbling growl from deep within the brute’s chest. It was downright insulting to him that no more than two had appeared. It was insulting that he had been left to wait. If anything, his followers should have been at the meeting point, eager and ready for his arrival. Next time, that would be how things would go. There would be no more of this nonsense.

A cold breeze blew across the ground and Zentha inhaled, attempting to determine if there were any more coming, or any that were nearby and had not shown themselves yet. Finding nothing, his vision clouded with irritation. Rising to his large paws, his massive frame towered over the other two. With his lips pulled back and his sharp, white teeth bared, the massive black brute spoke again, his voice laced with unadulterated anger, Is this how I deserve to be treated? As a creature with little to no significance? Do my followers not respect me, or take me seriously? Those who choose to be absent will pay for their insolence to me, to us. It was not only an insult to Zentha, but to the ones that stood before him as well. How dare they be treated in such a manner, left to wait for those who seemed to not take things seriously.

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[bruce]

fresh blood stained the giant brutes mouth from a left over cariboo carcass. with his dim wittedness he nearly forgot about his meeting with the boss. his large body stumbbled about in the swampy land. it think brown and green muck covering him from head to toe. he panted heavily if not for his slowness already, large size, and all this mud he would have been there maybe a hour sooner.

finally his warm brown beety eyes caught sight of droily credo and pretty kenya. excitement grew in the simple brutes heart however when he saw the boss. his large muscular legs pulled him from the mud. thinking he finally found solid ground he ran forward only to get his front paws stuck and do a summer salt. he was mere inches from his "friends" his deep booming voice let out a chuckle at his own clumbsiness and then he spoke hiya boss! hehe sorry im late i dont mix with mud... he was always very simple and rather dumb but that wasnt why he was allowed to live. his abnormal size, and uncontrollible strength gave him that golden ticket. his large tongue rolled out of his panting mouth and nearly liked his who face. his view turned to kenya. he could smell her blood. he got up and sat next to her. his paw grabbed hers and with his other he began to pet it. his deep voice rang again who hurt you ? tell bruce about it... a cheesy smile spread from one side of his mouth to the other.

[Credo]

His leader merely acknowledged his appearance with a simple nod of his head, as the brute thought he would. What he didn't expect was that female, Kenya, to shoot him a cold glare. How dare she show up in the presence of their leader, and already attempt to annoy him. That was a task the fea would not succeed in. She acted as though they were rivals every chance she got, always fussing in front of Zentha how much better she may be. It did not phase the brute. He didn't consider for one moment that they were rivals-or the fact that she was better than him, of anything. The only wolf he considered far greater than himself, was his leader. No female would delude him from that.

'Credo, Kenya, where are the others?'

Credo turned his head to the left, and then the right. No one else was to be seen. Why the others did not show seemed like such a pity. Zentha did not tolerate tardiness-impatience had gotten the better of him. Those that didn't show, would surely pay for their lack of appearance. The deranged male simply shook his head, refraining from showing a twisted smile. The dark male was already in a foul mood, there was no need in making things worse. Moments after, it was clear that his restrained smile was not needed to infuriate the brute.

'Is this how I deserve to be treated? As a creature with little to no significance? Do my followers not respect me, or take me seriously? Those who choose to be absent will pay for their insolence to me, to us'.

In his big brown eyes, the large artic male did not believe he held no significance. Why, he was a legend! How could they not answer his call in a moments notice, and bow to his feet? He was the one who took these poor fools in, when they had nothing. He was the one who offered them some chance in life. They took it all for granted-but not Credo. His loyality was unfaultering for the legend, as it always would be.

Just as he thought himself and Kenya would be the only ones to show their face, the large male known as Bruce stumbled along. This time, his manical smile would appear, his lips peeling back to reveal his fangs. Now, he knew that wolf was quite naive, but to be as stupid as to arrive late? Now, Credo wasn't a hypocrite, but he thought Bruce was insane. His devious chuckle erupted from his throat before emitting a quiet murmer. "My, my.. how nice of you to show so early, Bruce." His comment would probably go unheeded, since his obvious infactuation with Kenya got the better of him. Credo returned his attention back to his leader, awaiting a response. He was unsure why he had called them there, but surely it was something of importance.

[Finished!]

Muse: Not at it's best.
Company: Zentha, Kenya, Bruce.
Time: Night.

[Kenya]

"who hurt you ? tell bruce about it..."

"Oh sweetie i'm fine but you should see the other fae," she glanced over to credo, "She was your type actually a loud mouth sticking her nose where it doesn't belong" with that said the twisted fae grinned slightly at the white brute before turning her attention back to the male known as Bruce giving him a thank you lick on the cheek her tail wagging abit as she did so. she knew for a fact that she would always be able to trust bruce but credo and zentha were almost as twisted as she was and that is what made them so appealing to her, but if she had her choice of them as a mate she would chose credo because zentha is to power hungry not that she'd ever say that out-loud. hell that would be a death wish. and she was one who was not wanting to be killed she wanted to live a long happy life with a equally twisted brute and maybe a few pups but first she had to help zentha secure some territory so she could have the life she has been saving.

"My, my.. how nice of you to show so early, Bruce."

"Shut the heck up rat-breathe!" the famora lashed out verbally at her annoying male-counter part, she did not care if she was in the presence of her leader or not she would be damned if her friend was gonna be disrespected right in front of her, the fae's tail whipped around her lips peeling back to reveal her very sharp canines, her eyes narrowing at the male known as credo, even if a fight broke out she was already angry so it would not take much for her to agree to one.

[laura]

The scent of another caught the attention of the darkened brute, and Zentha’s head whipped around, silvery eyes landing on the form of a mud covered brute by the name of Bruce. He was late, and the leader did not tolerate such behavior. Narrowing his eyes, the evil brute let a low growl rumble within his chest as he watched the unfolding events before him. The bickering between Credo and Kenya would come to an end immediately, the brute would see to it. This foolishness had gone on for far too long and he was growing weary of it very quickly. With his hackles rising, Zentha let a loud, threatening snarl rip its way from inside of him as he rose to his feet swiftly, drawing nearer to the trio before him, ENOUGH. The brute’s deep voice boomed loudly as he stood, glaring at the three, irritation and anger flooding his eyes. Bruce would be the first to meet the wrath of the brute, and it was shown in the way Zentha’s head and body turned to face the dull brute.

Stepping close to Bruce, his words fell forward, laced with an acidic and angry tone, How dare you disrespect me with your tardiness, you fool. How dare you stroll in here as if this were not something of importance, as if I were just another wolf to you. As his jaws snapped with every word, anger seemed to roll off of the dark male in undulating waves of energy, Then you think it’s the proper time to attempt to win over Kenya with your foolish ways. I ought to tear you apart, teach you how to behave when I call for you. Perhaps you don’t want to be a part of my followers, perhaps you would rather live your life in fear. Do you want that, Bruce? Or do you still want to follow me, because I will be damned if I will allow you to act in such a manner in my presence.

There was no time lapse that would allow the brute to respond. Whirling quickly, Zentha turned to face Kenya, eyes still blazing in anger, Shut your muzzle you insolent fool and quit attempting to show off. I am no more impressed by your words than Credo, so they do no good here. Perhaps you would like to join Bruce in learning how to behave when in the presence of your leader. Casting his gaze to Credo, the brute did nothing but flick one ear towards the male, a signal that he was safe from the rage of the brute who led them. Turning away towards the trees, hackles still raised, Zentha gazed over his shoulder, his lips pulled back in disgust at the behavior of the two of the three that had actually shown themselves, Perhaps I should leave you to your own devices since it seems that only one of you is capable of carrying out my plans. Credo, come.

The brute was no longer in a mood to be around the other two followers that had showed. Without another word, Zentha departed from the company of the others, certain that Credo would come, just as he had requested. The arctic brute seemed to be the only one with any type of sense and respect for the dark brute. Zentha was constantly pleased, very pleased, with Credo. The white brute had indeed been the wisest choice, and Zentha entrusted him with details of things that he knew he could not trust the others with.

this is essentially his exit. i haven't actually decided but i will when everyone else posts

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Credo]

The female dared to sound of her 'threatening' growls at the arctic brute, infuriated by Credo's sarcastic remark to Bruce. She had gotten so defensive, over that? Why, it didn't even concern her. She was being foolish in the presence of her king. It was idiotic-even for her. Zentha would surely be outraged by both of their actions. As for Credo, he didn't give the female the satisfaction of retorting to her pathetic outburst. He would not go into a fit of rage, nor would he roll his eyes-no matter how much he felt the need to. He simply kept his undivided attention on his highness. Judging by his leaders stance, all hell would break lose upon them.

Just as Credo predicted, the tardy male was snapped at by the mighty leader himself, his verbal assault made the male sit perfectly motionless and silent. He would not interrupt the legend, for he too, would get a verbal lashing. He then cast his attention to Kenya, not wasting any time in putting her in her place. Credo was impressed by him. He could command total respect from a wolf with a simple bark. Wither Kenya would heed his commands, the brute was unsure of. He only cared for himself, and Zentha. That's all who mattered to him. As the dark brute turned his attention on him, he merely flicked an ear. He showed no displeasure in the alabaster male, making Credo quite relieved.

'Perhaps I should leave you to your own devices since it seems that only one of you is capable of carrying out my plans. Credo, come.'

The order did not go unheeded, as Credo quickly arose from the ground to accompany the masculine brute. "Yes, sire," He spoke out of respect, not even wasting time to shake off the mud that clung to his legs. With every eb and flow of his stride behind his master, he didn't glance back at the other two minions, as they held no importance to him. It was clearly obvious that Credo looked up the the male much like a god. Some would questions, for what reason would that devious brute hold so much importance? Well, when Credo had no where else to turn, no place to go, Zentha had graciously given him the opportunity to do something great. Simply by doing his orders, he would have a life, food, and shelter. The male had given him a reason to live, and would undoubtedly sacrifice his life for the dark-hued male.

[Kenya]

The already twisted fae just let her so called leader's words roll off of her back, after all she was done with this little group anyway she was just looking for the perfect excuse to leave and stupidly they had just given her the best excuse there was to leave, she turned and padded in the other direction heading through the marsh directly toward the skyla pack lands, after all if anyone would be able to accept her it would be them, she looked back at the brute known as bruce a soft smile forming on her maw a smile that only he had seen from her, it was sweet and inviting it was completely against how she normally behaved to the other wolves but then again she always had a soft spot for bruce. " you coming? or you gonna let them push you around?"

The day had started out so nicely she had even spent some time alone with bruce before reciving her orders from that bone-head zentha, his orders were going to get them killed and now she could see that, she sighed deeply and padded over to the male known as bruce gently rubbing on him, as she looked back up at him a soft look in her eyes. "come on.. if that fool credo wants to follow zentha's death campain then let him.."

[bruce]

bruce went intoa submissive stance he was always submissive and he thought he was respectful to everyone. he thought they were his friends. so far only kenya had been nice to him and it was that he had a crush on her she was pretty and there was nothing wrong with her but he was always told he was too dim witted for a girl. his voice grew soft and all he said to his boss was sorry boss a sad look came to his features and he could feel his anger bubbling up which wasnt good. kenya credo or the boss could get hurt badly like poor fred, or the human with treats. speaking out with tears in his eyes he yelled to the boss why are you so mean im always nice and i said sorry!! and credo isnt perfect!! he got beat up by a girl then chased off by a pack! bruce didnt know zentha still did not know of this. his lips puffed out as he clentched his teeth together trying to control his rage. he look at kenya and said no then started screaming NO NO NO NO NO!!!! he then trotted off ripping up plants with his jaws as he went. tears in his eyes but the smell of blood stopped him. a pretty little flower with blood staining its soft delicate petals. bruce thought at first he did this. so he began histarically crying. it was the blood from an injured fae passing by a day ago. the same fae who credo met. carefully picking the flower he presented it to his boss and said look at what you made me do i hurt a flower tears filled his eyes and he began sniffling as he began to clam down scared another would get hurt.

[Kenya]

The twisted fae flinched as she heard her dear friend go on his little rant, she knew all to well that zentha would not stand for it so before he or that suck-up credo could react the fae quickly padded over and rubbed on the brute known as bruce, softly whispering calming things in his ear to easy him down into a gentler state of mind, she knew that he was a very sensitive wolf and that was one of the reasons she needed to get him away from the rogue group, bruce was not a killer he was a lover, he did not deserve to be forced to follow a monster like zentha, she nipped his rump softly as she led him away from the group by nudging him every so often.

"come on big brucey we don't need them, we can be our own group", she kind of figured that bruce liked her and she decided to test just how much he liked her, if he followed her then she knew that she had more influence over him then those bone-head brutes zentha and credo, they did not even respect him nor did they respect her and quite frankly she was tired of it, tired of pretending not to hear their insults, tired of pretending that what they were doing was not wrong!. she just wanted to get away from it all and now was her chance to do just that she could get away from all the killing and war and fighting.

she headed toward the far edge of the marsh, heading the other direction away from zentha and credo and honestly she did not care if she ever got to see them again, she was done trying to kill each and every wolf she saw. her plan now as to go to the skyla and expose zentha's plan to them and in return for her information all she would require is a place for her and her friend bruce to stay, of course they would help the pack out against their former comrades, she wanted nothing more then to just tear into that suck up credo. in her opinion if he had been any closer to zentha he would be up zentha's tail hole. she completly loathed him and all that hatred had finally exploded inside of her, she was unable to work with him any longer.