Summer has finally arrived! The sun has melted the snows in the north and the southern territories are beginning to grow uncomfortably hot and dry. Pups are being born and life seems to finally be getting back to normal after the cure for the disease was found. But how long will it last?
The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
OOC Name: Roka Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak Date of Birth: September 18th 2014 Gender: Male Breed: Kenai Peninsula Height: 55 inches Weight: 250 pounds Coat Color: Black, Brown, White Eye Color: Brown Language: 3 Violence: 3 Sexual Content: 3
Khalsa was finally growing large enough to surpass the borders of their desert. The empire was growing and now Kharak was here on the shores of a new land ready to claim it in the name of his pack. They could have new lands and grow to become as large as they needed to. As time passed he would claim more lands until his people ruled over all of Anikira. He would have an empire that would live on through history. His children's children would rule of it all. Now all he needed to do was find some Ranis who were willing to help him make his fantasy a reality. He had bastard children aplenty in his pack but no legitimate heirs. If he wanted to rule he needed females who were strong enough to rule by his side. But there was plenty of time for that later. The roots of his pack had been established. They had weathered the test of time and now they were going to grow to surpass every expectation he had for them.
Raising his lips to the sky he called for his two trusted males. Beowulf and Kalique were meant to be here with him in this moment. They deserved to share in this glorious moment. Each of them had given so much of themselves to this pack and now they could see it prosper. It might mean even more considering that they each had children that they claimed within the ranks. Now their children would be a part of his legacy as well. They could all gather together in these lands and tell the stories of a heritage that they all forged together. Khalsa would be stronger than ever and he as proud. Not only of himself but of the pack that they had created together. "Come my brothers. Share in the glory of Khalsa's next step on the journey to surpassing everything."
Other members of the pack were also welcome to join him in celebration but he truly only cared to see his two trusted and perhaps Isolde.
It was honestly rare for the Rajah to call to him. He could easily tell that the howl was not only to him, but to Beowulf as well, and that fact only made him more curious as to the reason. Though he had spent most of his time lately healing from the injuries his foolish mistake of attacking Kharak had given him, he was for the most part in good shape once more. He bore a few that would become scars, but they served to remind him to remember his head next time he wanted to do something stupid. He had been patrolling and going back to check on Siren as she now carried his pups, but he knew it was better to abandon his current actions and respond immediately to the wolf who he had pledged his loyalty to.
Siren was safe in Khalsa's borders, after all, and because of her pregnancy she was unlikely to be disturbed by the other males of the pack. So he turned and headed in Kharak's direction, which to his surprise was outside of Khalsa's current borders. When he arrived, however, the Rajah spoke and told him exactly what he had been wondering. The pack was growing, and quickly, and they needed more space. This land would become theirs, and they would expand as far as they needed to in order to survive. He offered a respectful dip of his head as he approached the pack's leader, his tail lower and wagging in excitement as he was proud to be invited to such a big step for the pack. They would be expanding, and the pack would get a much larger in the future and eventually he was certain they would take over the whole of Anikira.
Khalsa, after all, was destined to be great under Kharak's leadership. "Thank you for inviting me to be a part of this." He said, lifting his head to look around at the lands that Kharak had chosen for them. They would do well for the pack, and though he was certain that Arit was not massive, it would give them enough space to spread out and it was well protected in the peninsula behind The Occasus. He eventually lowered his hips to the ground as he waited for Beowulf to arrive, knowing that Kharak had at least wanted the two of them present. He wondered if anyone else would arrive and join them, and who that would be if anyone did.
The large brown and white brute had done an early patrol of the desert kingdom’s southeastern borders… though he was certain no one had made a home for themselves beyond Khalsa, one could never be too certain. Upon finishing his patrol he had come upon what appeared to be a long-gone carcass of a gazelle, only it’s bones left in perfect form to suggest it had indeed succumb to it’s own death by natural means rather than being hunted… the creature must have fallen during the snow and been buried, or else he was sure someone of their pack would have made a quick meal of it. Beowulf had quickly chosen a femur bone to pluck away from the skeleton and walked off a distance to lay down and chew on before returning to the main area of Khalsa’s lands… his pups were growing fast and strong, and though he left most of their rearing to Isolde, he did in fact find he had grown a soft spot for them, particularly Tristan… he knew she would make a fine Ganika one day, he would make sure of it himself if he had to. As he chewed the bone between his paws he had decided he would take the ribcage of the animal back for the pups, not just his own, of the pack to chew on… when the sound of his Rajah’s unmistakable howl caught his attention, beckoning his Shraadas to him.
The red-eyed male all but leapt to his paws as he realized the sound was not far from where he was, but it was not coming from the heart of the Occasus as he would have expected… no, it came from beyond their borders. Beowulf smiled silently to himself as he suspected what was happening… he and Kharak had briefly discussed during the winter how his pack was growing… perhaps now he was taking action that had something to do with Khalsa’s growth? Beowulf let a short howl escape his maw as he set off at a trot in his Rajah’s direction, quickly passing over the border, the figures of the Rajah himself and Kalique quickly coming into his line of sight. He slowed his pace as he reached the two larger males, dipping his head to Kalique in greeting just as Kharak spoke before turning to face him, “I am honored that you would have me here for this, Rajah.” he said respectfully, dipping his crown to him as well and holding it a few seconds longer than he had held the dip toward his counterpart. When he looked up, he turned to face in the direction Kharak was facing, looking out over the new expanse of territory. “The Gods favor you, Kharak… this land will serve Khalsa well.” he said lowly as he took in the scenery before them, so different from their desert home… and yet, it seemed nearly as devoid of life. Khalsa would soon fill it with life, he was certain… just as certain as he was of the fact that with Kharak as Rajah, all of Anikira would one day bow to him as his empire grows. The idea made the brown and white male smile a little… yes, truly Kharak was favored by the Gods.
She heard him call. She would always hear him call. Though the howl was very clearly for Beowulf and Kalique, his two trusted Srhaada, there was a tone of celebration and excitement in it that made the red female curious. Plus, with two of the males that used her the most in one place, how could she not wander after them to see if they required her services. She took her time, allowing time for Kalique and Beowulf to be the first to arrive, and eventually she spotted all three males standing at the edge of a new territory. She hovered carefully within The Occasus, knowing full well what would happen to her if she left Khalsa's lands, but from the conversation she picked up on her approach she came to realize that Kharak had claimed this place for them as well. This meant she would have more lands full of wolves to serve, but she was proud of the pack for growing so quickly. She had helped, and though she probably should have been proud of her part in it, that was simply not like her.
She was humble and eager to serve, and once she was confident that Khalsa definitely owned the lands that the males stood upon, she approached them carefully and lowered herself to the ground in a submissive crouch. She then moved forward cautiously, wagging her tail and whining softly as she approached Kharak first. She did not walk all the way up to him, however, and she did hover slightly on the edge of the border of The Occasus, for she remembered the time he had told her that she would pay if she ever did leave the pack lands. She swore she never would again, so she would stop and wait until he told her to go to him instead. That way she would not risk disobeying him or upsetting him. But she wanted to be a part of their celebration, even if it was only to given them yet another way to celebrate their expansion and the success of Khalsa.
It was her job, after all, to please them and to make them happy. She would do that, but only if Kharak called to her and told her that this was officially their home and she was allowed within it. Until then, she had been told The Occasus was the only place she could reside and be, and she would stay there obediently. She was nothing if she was not obedient and faithful, and she would not disobey Kharak no matter what happened. Though she served all of the males of Khalsa, she did not belong to them. She belonged to the Rajah, and his word was most definitely law.
[attr="class","text"]Being in the new lands that she had been brought to was everything that Caos had claimed it to be. The Rajah had accepted her as a Rani, but she would have to fight another in order to actually acquire the title. She would prove to him, to the other females - that she deserved that position within the pack. She had been laying about the pack, resting within the shade. She was thinking of her previous life, wondering what her family would think of her being here. She was lucky that she did not have to serve the rest of the males, that when the time came - she would only belong to Kharak. She hoped that in the coming months he would grow attached to her, if not for her beauty, for her mind, personality, and anything else he could find value in. She was certain this was the life she wanted to live. She was certain this was her home for the rest of her days. When she heard the first howl, she turned her head towards the direction where it was coming from. She had not explored much within the lands, but it seemed it was coming from deep past the territory she had been.
She could hear another's call and she knew she had to get up and see what all the commotion was about. Hopping up to her paws, the chocolate female made her way to the sounds. She was interested in what was happening, and once she reached the boundaries of the pack, she knew the others had followed him there. Anywhere Kharak was, she wanted to be as well. The more he saw her, the more she hoped she would be on his mind. She crossed the boundary and joined the group of the other wolves. The first wolf she saw was Kharak, of course. He was much larger than the others so naturally her eyes drifted to him. Then she noticed Kalique and a male she did not know. He was handsome and his eyes were a burning red color. They were interesting. She wanted to know all the wolves in her new pack and knew that it would come with time. The last wolf she saw was female, much smaller than she was but also very beautiful. It seemed this pack was full of beauty and she wondered if Kharak would even notice her form the lot of them. If the other females looked anything like Isolde, she would be in a lot of trouble. She made sure she was close to the others, but not too close. It seemed they were taking this part of the neutral lands as well.
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