: PICK YOUR POISON // CALL YOUR BURDENS [PACK MEETING]

THIS IS THE SAME OLD SONG & DANCE
CRYING OUT, GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE

The dead was done. The Dane King relished in the delight of his daring young friends compliance and obedience to do such a vile act. Sabertooth was to be laid to waste at his paws, all for the ignorance of the Prince and heir. He no longer had to worry about the bastard children he disowned, but instead his only good child that came from the wretched woman. Larentia. He hadn't heard a whisper about her in some time, and in face was quite under the impression she was likely dead somewhere. However, he could say the same about his only favored child from her. Skadi. Nothing had been heard of her, nor had she been seen since her mate had slain their son and was exiled. The stench of those bastards who stole Odins soulmate clung to the border closest to where he was slain. If they had done something to her . . .

Both of his Betas were now gone, and even more troubling to a normal Alpha would be the numbers of his ranks decreasing due to Balerion taking up his own war next door. Rayne had died, and with Balerion went his brother Mori and Rayne and his own child Radke. The idea of it would have bothered him had he not had the potential to strike an alliance when Balerion took the throne. There was no denying it in his head, Balerion would not lose. Not without losing his own life. The thought of it however, he would need more offspring to bargain for an alliance with. Come to think of it, he had not seen Soraya in quite some time. The thought of laying with another woman struck his mind, though he could not, they would be meer bastards. His brain ran over the list of members he did have, knowing Dwyn had managed to escape him. His own grandchild, and she had departed. He scoffed at the idea, how could Skadi have such an insolent child? Though perhaps he could blame that on Pontchartrain. Aethelflaed still remained on Hawthorne grounds, despite Lahmer running home with Balerions sired children. The two newest faces, Echo and Enigma had left as well. Echo he had heard got knocked up and became Alphess of Amaya. He scoffed at the thought of it all.

Nevertheless, the Dane King felt it was time to announce war and distribute new rankings to his people. After all, new positions were opening. His brown, scarred body took to the snow as he left his den. Every step was another crunch towards his throne, where he could only hope Soraya would meet him after he called. He could only hope the gods would gift her with more of his children before the war. It was unlike tradition for him to pup a woman before battle, always after. Yet, it was something he felt he needed at the time. He had never gone this long without. His icy gaze scanned the tree-lines as he got atop of his throne, before his crown fell back to let a monsterous call echo the lands. Calling forth not only his pack, but any who wished to join them. He could only hope for Soraya to join.

Walk, "Talk", Think.
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IT'S PRETTY HARD FOR ME TO LEARN MY LESSON
WHEN I PUSH THE LIMITS 'TIL I'M BARELY BREATHING

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