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[onan]

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The hostility from the wolf and wolverine seemed to spread across the snow covered courtyard; Turning the area into a ticking time bomb of hatred. There was no doubt that the two would have a running rivalry if not a serious opposition towards one another. Which brought up the question as to whether either of them would eventually go after the other. Someone wouldn't always be there to try and convince them to do otherwise. So the likelyhood of Kovax and Lucretia facing off in the near future was very probable.

Blue optics remained on the duo, drifting from one to the other. For a few moments, Lucretia seemed to ignore Onan's advice to back down. Then it seemed to slowly sink in and she began to step back, saying that her and Kovax could just hate each other rather than fight. She slowly withdrew to her original spot beside the statue of the fawn. Onan felt a small sense of relief as she laid down. 'I'm positive that me or perhaps Lillian could of been punished for not stopping them, if they had fought.' The White Witch and Maugrim were not the sort to take it easy on those who had done something wrong. And surely everyone there, at the time, could of been accused of doing something incorrect. So Onan was glad that it didn't come down to that. He wanted to remain on the Witch's good side for as long as he could.

Round audits swiveled in the direction of the bouncy Lillian. She didn't seem to be phased by any of this tension, bouncing around like her usual self. She tossed snow at statues and slid around on the ice. Surely there was something else she could do other than messing around. "Lillian, if you wish to please the Witch, why don't you patrol the area around the castle rather than play around?" He questioned, eyeing the young wolf.

Onan's cranium than turned to look at Kovax once more. 'I suppose it would be polite to introduce myself. No reason to make an enemy out of him.' "I am Onan." He replied, giving a respectful nod to the older creature.

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Status: Finished
Words: 368
Mood: Tired
Notes :3

[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----Just as Kovax had the image in his head, Lucretia also had a scene swirling in her mind. The scenery was like how it was tonight: a crisp, frozen night with a pale moon hanging from above, bleaching the trees with its icy light. She imagined her newly made enemy, the undersized grizzly, the smug Kovax—his name brought fire to the piercing pools of yellow and a growl to her breath—, out hunting. Lucretia couldn't help but picture Kovax as an old, frail, and useless piece of meat. His creaky bones dragged him across the snow-blanketed ground, his matted, filthy coat standing out against the flurry white. He would be blind—yes, blind... and deaf... and mute! Oh how imagination brought many wonders—and that worthless carcass wouldn't know when she hit him. Lucretia would—too—be hidden in the trees, her pitch black pelt blending easily against the dark foliage. Using the mighty stealth and speed, she's stay hidden in the tangle of branches, sparing that sad excuse of a wolverine a few more seconds of his pitiful life. Then, when she got bored of watch him lumber around, unaware of her presence, she'll jump out. Lucretia played her favorite scene in her mind with an inwardly smug smile. She'll suddenly appear in front of the brute, grinning even wider when she saw the wolverine's beady eyes flash with a mixture of dumb-struck horror and regret—regret that a handful of nights back, he dared confronted the powerful, swift, and mighty Lucretia. Kovax would turn tail and run, run away from her. But before he got within two feet of her, Lucretia would leap at him, cracking his useless, feeble spine in two with merely her right paw. She'll look over her opponent's snapped body with a wide and cocky grin before sweeping the carcass aside and rip his head off. Then with a merry laugh, she'll grab on hold to her prize—Kovax's worthless head—and skip delightfully into the trees, leaving his body to whomever was lucky to have found her generous donation to the hungry and desperate.

-----In her head, Lucretia was guffawing so hard her entire body was vibrating a little. But she quickly composed herself and sat up straight, ears perked. Lucretia escaped the world of daydream just in time to hear Kovax's final words to her. Yellow orbs narrowing to thin slits, Lucretia quickly thought of a reply that she thought was witty enough to her standards. "I'm relieved that you think so. Dear old sir, you wouldn't be around if it did," she returned casually, fighting to keep her temper in check. She had to admit, Kovax was smooth with words that could meddle with her anger, but that would be his fault if her temper blew. She sat still as the wolverine addressed Lillian, continuing with his slick talk. It seemed that both Kovax and Onan had suggestions to the playful she-wolf. Lillian continued to splash snow in the statue's faces, skid around on the snow, occasionally ramming into the stone figures, and break into a song. Such a young and foolish wolf, and Lucretia just had to wonder how Lillian made it into the force. Her bantering were somewhat amusing to the eyes, but unnecessary for serious business, like war. Oh, Lillian wouldn't last a minute if she came in her current form. She would have to cut off some of her antics—or even ditch it altogether—sometime soon... although... Lucretia found it hard to imagine little Lillian marching around without slamming into a statue or sliding off the ice.

-----"Why don't you listen to them, Lillian? They seem to be offering good tips for you, especially Kovax. He seems sure that his words will do you good." Lucretia added in a lighter note, dabbing snow absently in her black paws. Tension was easing down a bit, and Lucretia snagged the opportunity to change to another subject and forget about what happened a mere few minutes ago—although forgetting something like that would be impossible. As if Kovax hasn't already barged in and started yapping at them, he inquired about their names. Onan returned with his and a courteous nod, but Lucretia couldn't help but snort haughtily in an inaudible voice. After the little event, Lucretia wasn't interested in giving her name to the brute. She didn't trust him, and Lucretia was sure Kovax had her's either. But, what could he do with her name? Rat her out? Frame her? Names meant nothing to her, especially his. Kovax. Lucretia snickered under her breath, the only evidence being the puff of her icy breath emitting from her mouth. What a stupid, worthless name. But she'll probably have to remember it in the future, perhaps when she will kill him and get the pleasure of being the last to plaster his name to his face. After that, his futile, wretched name would only be a low murmur to the few he called companions, then after that, it would be forgotten. "Alas, rather not my pleasure, Kovax," Lucretia's eyes flashed and her voice grew to a low growl at his name, "I'm Lucretia." She couldn't care less about the wolverine's own name, and she was sure her's didn't make a difference either.

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STATUS ?! done.
TAGGED ?! lillian&&onan&& kovax.
WORDS ?! 882.
MOOD ?! sleepy.
NOTES ?! sorry i didn't get the post in yesterday. ^^; i was so out of muse, and didn't feel that ya needed a piece of my cruddy post. .-.; • lol, kovax. me too. they're fun to play. :] and, lulu also made her first too ! this'll be really fun. <3

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

Lillian glared at Kovax again. "I'd be disobeying her by doing that." She growled with annoyance. This was really ticking her off, having been treated like a baby. She just merely rolled in the snow to make herself camoflagued. "Hmmph." Lillian woofed as she stalked around in the courtyard. When she finally came back 'round after taking extra looks at the statues, she seemed sadder than usual. She lay down again in her usual spot to sleep again and finally spoke. "Maybe if our queen wins completely, we'll have packs and everything and you could lead one, Lucretia! You do have leadership qualities like Maugrim does. And you're rather smart!" Lillian woofed to cheer herself up. She closed her eyes and imagined Lucretia, Maugrim and herself standing side-by-side helping keep order in Narnia; the cool wind through her fur. Then, out of the blue, her father and mother appered beside her in place of Maugrim and Lucretia. They then disapeared into snowflakes that blew away. Her eyes snapped open. "Yeah." Lillian said randomly thinking that someone said something. "Oh!" She looked around at Onan, Kovax and Lucretia.

(( Words: 193 Mood: Crazy! Notes: YAY! Lillian can tell them about her history!!! ))

[kovax]

Black lips parted to let out a short yawn; the beast had been traveling all day across the icy land of Narnia and his body was finally beginning to feel the effects of his travels. He slowly lowered his fore limbs to the ground, crossed them, and laid his small head on top of the large black furry paws. Round ears listened to the slightly blurry figures in front of him as they spoke. The white tiger was also beginning to question the white wolf's ways. It was true of course. Again, if the white she-wolf wanted to impress the Queen so much all she had to do was do what she was told and quit all this fooling around. Prancing around, singing, and playing in the snow was not what the White Witch wanted to see from her warriors. Kovax was still confused on how the bright wolf had gotten into the Queen's army in the first place. Did she act so ridiculous that Jadis thought it would be a treat for the real fighters to have someone to laugh at? Because that's what this pup was, a joke.

The wolverine's black optics then focused on the giant white feline known as Onan. "It's a pleasure to met you, Onan." Kovax raised his head slightly and also gave a respectful nod to the snow cat. He had no intention on getting on this cat's bad side and the beast seemed well mannered enough to have respect given back to him. Onan was indeed very young, but he was much more mature then the wolverine had originally thought. Usually the youngsters he himself had encountered were hot headed like the black furred female. Not respectful like the tiger. It wouldn't be so awful to work with him if needed, unlike the wolves. Just being in the same vicinity with the two canines was irritating. The black female made his blood boil and the white one was just plain annoying. Kovax was beginning to think that maybe he just didn't like dogs. Even Maugrim was sometimes hard to be around, though that was just because the wolverine didn't like being told what to do.

At the sound of the black female's voice the beast's black eyes narrowed as they slowly moved to her figure; they met golden yellow slits hidden in the shadows. A dark snicker echoed from the wolverine's throat, "I have encountered your kind before, young one, and I have walked away many times with my head held high. So, don't underestimate your elders." A wide smug grin was now plastered across the large weasel's face. This mutt thought that she could take him, but she was sadly mistaken. The beast had been in countless fights with hot tempered Narnians, including wolves, that were much more clever then her and he had walked away from so many victorious. It was true that at times he would slip up and get pounded on by someone bigger then him, but after years of learning he was pretty good with picking his fights now. Obviously he would never try to take on say a bear or tiger. Maybe they would call him a coward, but he would be the one to have the last laugh when he survived the war and they didn't.

Another small snicker erupted from the beast's mouth as he heard what the she-wolf had to say next, "Was that a compliment?" His smug grin got even wider as he asked the question. He was unsure if her words were meant to be sarcastic or the truth. If she was speaking the truth it was very surprising to him to hear this from the dark furred fae. Just minutes ago she was insulting him and now she was agreeing with what he had said to the klutzy white wolf. Either way it didn't matter, Kovax would play nice with the temper mental wolf, for now. He watched as she pawed at the cold substance while she spoke, it seemed her temper was slowly melting away. It was a shame that the two had such a heated first encounter. Though Kovax would never admit it to her face, the dark canine looked to be an exceptional fighter and her angry only fueled the warrior inside of her making her even more dangerous. It would have been nicer to be on her good side, but alas it looked like that would never be. "The feeling is mutual, Lucretia." Kovax didn't bother to make angry noises at the female's name as she did him, he simply said it with a little disgust in his voice. It was a name he would not forget, for he was the type to keep his 'friends' close and his enemies closer.

Once again the white wolf caught the brute's attention as she tried to defend herself. Kovax wasn't really up for the argument so he simply listened to what the fae had to say. Narrowed black optics watched as the snow pup stalked angrily around the courtyard; looking at the many stone statues. It seemed that the faces of the beaten had dampened the she-wolf's mood, but not for long of course. She soon padded off to her original spot and laid in the snow; musing about how the mutt would make a good leader. Kovax considered the thought; snickering under his breath. Power would be about the only thing the she-wolf had going for her. A good leader must have power and a clear head so as not to make rash decisions and get their whole pack killed. He could see this Lucretia doing such a thing. His mind soon trailed off that thought though, he didn't care much to think about her. Instead he thought about what the pup had first said; winning the war. It would indeed be wonderful to finally win this war and have it be winter forever in Narnia. Then, maybe the brute could start a pack of his own. Maybe even a family. However, the thought of finding a significant other was a rather impossible thought to him. He was not a very trusting creature, it would take someone with great persistence to crack him open, but it was still a nice thought to have. Maybe someday.

The wolverine's pretty thoughts were soon pushed aside when the white pup randomly called out and then looked around at the three beasts; including himself. He was unsure of what she might have been thinking of to cause her to talk when no one had spoken to her. It seemed like everyone here was doing a bit of daydreaming, though he was sure the pup's where not the same as his. The brute's own mind kept changing back and forth from dark thoughts of the mutt Lucretia and starting a family. Even though he thought that the white haired fae was one of the most foolish wolves he had met he was curious to how her mind worked. Indeed she seemed like the playful and happy go lucky type, her thoughts must be so pure and imaginative. The dark beast could picture how the inside of her brain looked; rainbows, bright blue skies, little butterflies fluttering about, and the white pup crashing into trees trying to catch them. A low laugh escaped his black maw as he imagined the white fae crying out in pain from her clumsiness. It looked like he was paying little attention to the three creatures, but his small black ears listened intently.

Status; Finished.
Word Count; 1,250!
Muse;Wonderful!
Mood; Tired.
Chat; This is my first meanie so I'm still getting used to him xD I usually play super nice characters lol. And I can see him having a like/hate relationship with Lucretia. Ha, I feel like Kovax is going to be a complicated character xD

[onan]

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Onan laid his massive head onto the the tops of his paws, feeling the tension in the air begin to fade. 'Good, everything seems to be a little more calm now. Hopefully it will stay that way for the rest of the night. I'm in no mood to put up with Maugrim if something bad happens.' He thought, jaws opening into a large yawn revealing rows of sharp feline fangs. If it wasn't for the creatures within the courtyard with him, he would gladly just fall to sleep. However he couldn't bring himself to trust anyone sitting about the courtyard. There was the hot-tempered, fae Lucretia. He wouldn't trust her if it was the end of the world. She would turn on him at the drop of a hat, if given the chance. Then there was old Kovax. They had only just met tonight so there was no way he would receive Onan's trust. Later would probably be no different, Kovax would still be untrustworthy. Even the immature Lillian could not gain his trust. Her innocent ways and mischievous play took no effect on him.

Round audits perked as Lucretia advised Lilian to listen to himself and Kovax's advice. 'Unfortunately, I doubt she'd want to listen to either of us, no matter how helpful our advice might be to her.' He thought watching the white fae snap at Kovax. Confusion sparkled in Onan's eyes as the young wolf finished. 'How would she be disobeying the White Witch by listening to what she's told? And I just went on a patrol around the castle so that's not disobedience either.' He lightly shook his head, the wolf made no sense to him. And it wasn't worth his times trying to figure her out.

Orbs followed the white wolf until she reached beyond his line of site, and then stalked her as she moved back to her resting spot. 'Why don't you do something more productive? Something more than stalking the courtyard multiple times throughout the night? Nothing in this courtyard changes during the night!' He thought irritably as she flopped back into her original resting spot.

Lillian's next words, however, caught his attention. Packs? Although the thought of the White Witch winning the war was pleasing to think of, wolf packs weren't exactly on his list of hopes for the future. Of course he was a tiger, tigers did not need the company of others to survive. They did not need any assistance from fellow felines to catch something to eat. He could manage on his own, perhaps socializing with other tigers every once in awhile before going back to his solitary life. Wolves were always joining up with others in the hopes of survival. He found this way of life to be rather cowardly; joining up with a group rather than facing life on your own.

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Status: Finished
Words: 480
Mood: Tired, yet again
Notes *yawns*

[LUCRETIA ?!]

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-----Piercing pools of yellow glittered warily in the night as Lucretia watched each of her company. She was alert, but that didn't mean she was tired and completely drained. Her day was uneventful (at least to her standards, take it that her agenda was usually the same), requiring two patrols with her companions—or teammates—around Narnia, three quick errands from Maugrim to a couple of loner wolves scattered and hidden about—whom took rather a long time to track down—, and another scouting mission around the Lantern Waste. Patrolling, tracking, hunting, running... it goes on and on, and she was exhausted. But Lucretia couldn't help but feel smug that she was chosen for daily missions. It was an honor, at least to her. At least she was looked upon as useful... unlike some foolish and childish beasts in the army, who are merely trained for the harsh conditions everyday while they were under Queen Jadis. The black she-wolf too stretched her paws out and rested her head on them, a low yawn emitting from her lips. She blinked several times for a moment, clearing the blurriness that was creeping into her eyesight. She was tired and sleepy, but not in a million years would she slumber while Onan, Lillian (although she wasn't really worried with her), and Kovax—especially Kovax—were around. Lucretia was pretty confident that the others were wary of her too, but she totally did not trust them, not even Lillian. From her experiences of back-stabbing and enemies in this cruel environment, you could never trust anyone in this world but yourself, not even the little pups and cubs.

-----She could have cared less, but Lucretia was practically crackling inwardly with mirthless glee at the respect both Onan and old Kovax was giving each other. It was a sickening sight (it's probably because 1) she now officially hated Kovax and anything to do with him and 2) she totally hated signs of respect—unless it was for her. Of course, they wouldn't be in a trust situation anytime soon, but the safe block of ice they were walking on was worrying her deep inside. If—and Lucretia liked to think that that was a big if—they ever got as close as acquaintances, there would be trouble. Lucretia was really into the idea of ripping Kovax's head off, but if they were ever companions, maybe Onan would have to be her enemy too. Not that she was worried about him; she could take with with one paw broken and the other tied to the ground. But in some ways that she would never admit to anyone, Lucretia admired that giant white tiger. Not that he was better than her, of course. It was just that she would picture all strong, clever, and brave creatures to be wolves, like her. Onan was a tiger—a feline, a cat—but he had the qualities of someone like her, powerful, smart, and bold. So, being an enemy of Onan’s didn't particularly appeal to her. And although she did it anyway, nabbing enemies within her own force wasn’t going to help. Lucretia knew only too well about how ruthless the creatures now. To Kovax's reply, Lucretia snorted, making sure it was loud enough for the wolverine to hear, and muttered faintly under her breath, “Humph! Sure, sure, brute” If he wanted to be stubborn, so be it. And when the brute chuckled and asked her if her comment really was a compliment, Lucretia couldn't help but snicker as well. Didn't that teeny bundle of fur and flesh know sarcasm when it hit him? Old Kovax was running his mouth about how smart he is, and he expects a compliment from her? Was he mad? Or just stupid? Lucretia thought over his words again. Now, was his question meant to be sarcastic too? Well, whatever... A faint shadow fell across the Courtyard; thin, smokey white sheet of cloud was slowly moving in the way of the moon, dimming it’s light.

-----Now, when the most stupidest thing emitted from Lillian's mouth, she had to hold back rolling over and bursting out with laughter. Firstly, what the young white wolf was saying was totally gibberish and stupid. Packs? Family? Her? Leadership? Oh wait. The last ones could be considered... But, point was, she wasn't interested in anyone forming packs, or leading one. She was a wanderer and hermit at heart, and her lack of trust backed up her thoughts. Along with this, finding a mate and starting a family was simply bogus. The closest she's been with another beast was as a friend, not even a best friend! However, Lillian had rather said some things that made her hold her head up high and smile smugly. The little wolf was the only one of the three who saw and admired her strength. Now bored, the she-wolf grunted and got to her paws, her claws gripping tightly on the slippery stone. She casually made a stroll around a statue of the faun and a pair of foxes huddling together, heads tilted up with what looked like a look of frozen terror, licking her dry lips. She was beginning to feel uneasy around these creatures and their sharp, flickering eyes and mad songs—in Lillian’s case. Lucretia didn’t know where to go, but anywhere but here was okay. No that this was a casual flee. No way. Hanging around a crazy, childish wolf, dangerously calm tiger, and an untrustworthy, smart-mouthed, amazingly irritating undersized bear just wasn’t what she deserved after a hard, laboring day. She’ll just make a casual exit and make a quick jog around the woods then find a place to rest for the night before returning to the castle, hoping to make it there before anyone noticed she was gone. But with Lillian, Onan, and Kovax with her, she doubted that she’ll make it back without someone ratting her out. Kovax seemed like somebody who would report to Maugrim of her ditching her task. But she didn’t care. She didn’t have a clean record, so it didn’t matter.

----- Stretching casually (doing everything so casually), and trotted slowly the the edge of the Courtyard, sweeping her gaze to the others. “Well! This has been a joyful yet totally unexpected little gathering, and it was almost pleasant to meet you all…” Lucretia said with a tone the skimmed the level of boredom to her audience, her eyes flicking lazily to each of them, but her voice grew into a snobbish tone “alas, nothing can last forever, right? So. I’ve got some business to attend to, being so relied upon. Business can’t be all that bad if you’re honored and made a useful part to the pack. Only the most trusted receive hour-by-hour tasks, you see.” She was rambling on about herself and how successful she was and how useful she proved… again. Once she was finished booming aloud her self-centered speech, the wolf gave a throaty snicker and bounded off into the direction of the trees, her coat almost immediately blending into the dark underbrush. Jumping over dead tree trunks, ducking under hanging branches, and squeezing past prickly, thick thorns, her breath came in puffs of mist. The air was dry and nippy for the most part, but that didn’t bother her. Her thick coat, which was splashed with splotches of snow, could handle it. Blood pumping and muscules working like a machine, Lucretia moved through the stripped forest like a dark shadow, swiftly, stealthly, and silently. Only the occasional snap of a twig or the soft crunching of snow underpaw made noise as Lucretia sweep under the bare treetops like a phantom. She wasn’t sure where to go, but she didn’t care. The black female wolf skidded to a halt on a snowy hill in an open field, collecting her thoughts. In an hour’s time, she had made an enemy. Kovax. Filthy, annoying, old Kovax. Now that he was around—she hadn’t seen him around before tonight—and her rival, she’ll have to watch her back. He was old, but elderly creatures tend to have brains and wits that have also grown. Who knows what that undersized bear has turning in his small head.

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STATUS ?! completed.
TAGGED ?! lillian&&onan&&kovax.
WORDS ?! 1390.
MOOD ?! busyyy.
NOTES ?! ya wouldn’t mind if Lucretia had her last interaction here, would ya ? i seriously don’t have time to keep up with ya, and i feel guilty for dragging along like this, so i’ll just leave the picture. ya can continue without me, if ya want. ^^ ack. i rambled a lot. sorry. xP

xoxo,
rosie

[Lillian]

Lillian smiled. "Okay, have fun Lucretia!" She woofed. Lillian looked at Kovax and Onan. "Err...gonna make another circuit!" She raced around her guarding area nearly sliding into the lioness statue. Lillian liked the wind in her face and the scent of the snow. She howled to wind. Lillian slid past the turn she was supposed to take and slid into another statue. One thing was good, is that she hit a low statue or it might've fell on her. She walked back to her sleeping place and sat down while keeping one eye on Kovax and the other on Onan. "So, what'cha wanna do?" She asked enthusiastically. Shoot, if I make one wrong move, they might rip me to pieces. Lillian thought as she waited for a reply