(OOC-The Small Print: No this is not your bondage queen fantasy or torture fest indulgence. Mature events may occur... they are all predominantly animal after all.This is an Open thread for those involved with the 'pack' storyline. If you're interested in joining the pack shoot me an IM or PM. Danke. )
Pack. The term seemed elusive to the Coyote. Coyotes were known to be scavengers. Solitaire loping creatures of the desert. Yet Brilyah knew that there was power in numbers, power in the fact of having just another body to watch your back... or really just another body to throw to the fire when it came down to it.
To fall for the sins. Was that not a Beta's place in the pack, to take the fall and offer the sacrifice of body and spirit to the pack principle?
Brilyah relied on instinct. Confided in dominance as the Alpha. Taking the lead and the position of power like a desert queen would take a throne of thorns and heat. There were mates now. Another bit of the path that had altered in the nature of the Coyote. Taking on mates, taking on Pack.
Dillon. Godric. Go.
Dillon the one that she would acknowledge equal to her and on some rare nights as above her in dominance as Alpha. No feral bloodline in his veins but his blood ran wild as if he had born as beast.
Go ever the one to not possess a nature of a dominant or Alpha but his spirit spoke volumes of a past Brilyah had all but forgotten. Mountains in his eyes that spoke of memories like a Valkyrie would be drawn to duties in Valhalla.
Godric the newest mate. Alpha to her own. The mate that would speak to that feral side. That brutal primal side. So rare had it been that the Coyote had one that would understand the wild nature she possessed.
That in the end life to the Coyote was only about the things that a predator focused on. Sex. Violence. Food. Survival.
Nothing more. Nothing less. There was a power in dominance, and gradually Brilyah was beginning to learn as she took on pack members that offered their throats... an etiquette in submission.
They all would learn with time.
Pack. The term seemed elusive to the Coyote. Coyotes were known to be scavengers. Solitaire loping creatures of the desert. Yet Brilyah knew that there was power in numbers, power in the fact of having just another body to watch your back... or really just another body to throw to the fire when it came down to it.
To fall for the sins. Was that not a Beta's place in the pack, to take the fall and offer the sacrifice of body and spirit to the pack principle?
Brilyah relied on instinct. Confided in dominance as the Alpha. Taking the lead and the position of power like a desert queen would take a throne of thorns and heat. There were mates now. Another bit of the path that had altered in the nature of the Coyote. Taking on mates, taking on Pack.
Dillon. Godric. Go.
Dillon the one that she would acknowledge equal to her and on some rare nights as above her in dominance as Alpha. No feral bloodline in his veins but his blood ran wild as if he had born as beast.
Go ever the one to not possess a nature of a dominant or Alpha but his spirit spoke volumes of a past Brilyah had all but forgotten. Mountains in his eyes that spoke of memories like a Valkyrie would be drawn to duties in Valhalla.
Godric the newest mate. Alpha to her own. The mate that would speak to that feral side. That brutal primal side. So rare had it been that the Coyote had one that would understand the wild nature she possessed.
That in the end life to the Coyote was only about the things that a predator focused on. Sex. Violence. Food. Survival.
Nothing more. Nothing less. There was a power in dominance, and gradually Brilyah was beginning to learn as she took on pack members that offered their throats... an etiquette in submission.
They all would learn with time.