Winter has gripped Anikira alongside a dangerous and deadly disease that has begun to spread throughout the continent. Three brothers emerged from the Southern Isles searching for a cure. Will they find it on Anikira?
Snow is falling all over the North while Winter brings the wet season to the south. The disease is slowly spreading, and so far there is no cure in sight. Who will find it? And will it be in time to save Anikira and The Southern Isles?
conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth
Galadriel had seen the days, weeks, and months just pass right before her very eyes. She had seen little of her mother, off doing gods knew what - probably crying over Kalique or talking about Kalique. She loved her parents very much, but mother was a bit much. Since becoming Kimmati, her life was better. Galadriel had become a Dasa, which was nice. She got to hunt for the pack and do the things she wanted to do. Males left her alone with Isolde and her daughter letting them have all their fun. She was free to be who she wanted and how she wanted. Her heat had come this year and it was a strong pungent smell. It was like something she had never smelled from herself at all. It was odd, and she really disliked it. She would try her very best to cover it up, but it was impossible. She had smelled something like it before on the females of Khalsa last year, even mother smelled gross to her. She liked being pure and untouched. She wanted to stay that way. She thought about trying to become Kimmati as well for that reason - but then she would be held above others and that was not right either.
She had been hunting all day and the sun was finally starting to set over the horizon. The sky was filled with hues of blue and purple. It was beautiful. In fact, this was the only way she liked to be in the Occasus. The sunsets and sunrises were the best in all the lands she had been in. Of course, she never really left Khalsa. She hadn't had the desire to do so. Instead, she stayed in her home, with her mother and father - doing the things they would want of her to do. She made her way to the river, wishing to not only rinse off the blood that covered her white paws and legs, but hopefully stifling the scent of her heat some. She really didn't understand it all. She knew it was just a way of life, something she could not get away from. Forcing her rump into the cold water, she tried to rub herself against the rocks, but the feeling was something she had never felt before. It was satisfying and entertaining. It sent shivers down her spine and her tail curled up onto her back. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she rolled her folds over the rocks time and time again.
Large paws carried the brute’s frame across the desert. Beowulf had spent the day patrolling the borders, after all… with so many females of age in season now he was certain the winds would carry their scents away from their lands and attract some unwanted company… Beowulf simply would not have it. So he had spent his day walking the borders of their kingdom, stopping every so often to re-mark their scents to ward off any lone males that may be seeking out the females they could smell, and he knew that if they were focused on those scents they may not even think twice about two or three day old scents of males, or even pack scents. After chasing out one such lone male, a scraggly brute that must have gone a long time without his last meal… it once again cemented in his mind that brutes would be quicker to think with their dicks than with any other part of their body. Then again, Beowulf was speaking from a position where he could take almost any of the females in their pack that was in heat that he wanted to as well as had a constant source of food… that brute was simply prioritizing his needs, he assumed.
With the sun finally setting, the red-eyed male decided to make one last stop at the river to quench his thirst before making his way back to his den for the night. As he approached the body of water, a new scent reached his nostrils… one masked with the scent of heat. His body reacted quicker than his mind did with a hardening sheath, but nothing poked out yet. He confirmed the scent belonged to one of the females of his pack, but it was not one that he had had the pleasure of getting to know yet, but she carried the mingled scents of both Kalique and Siren, but if she was in heat she must have been from their first litter. Beowulf mused over this in his mind as the black and white figure came into view, and his furry sheath hardened a bit more as he noted what the young female was doing. His pace slowed a bit as he approached her, taking in the sight, and sounds, of the female seeking her own pleasure, perhaps without even realizing it. Her eyes were shut and small whimpers of pleasure escaped her maw every so often… and soon, Beowulf was only a few feet in front of her, seemingly unnoticed. “You know, I could help you out a little better with that than those rocks, hmm?” he spoke softly, not wanting to startle her too badly.
What if her mother had filled her with the idea that he was an evil wolf? Not that it mattered to him… he knew the young female had not been put into the Ganika ranks, so he wouldn’t simply force himself upon her… but, with her being in heat for the first time, well… it was quite the opportunity. Perhaps she would be more willing than her mother had been, the fact that she was in heat would likely work in his favor… especially since he heard all the time from the Ganikas that serviced him that their heats always felt better after a round or two with his tool. Perhaps he could offer his services to this young wolf in such a way that she would ask him for it… if not well, he could always try to coerce her into it. He was in a pretty good mood though after already letting out some tension in getting the unknown male out of their territory… perhaps release would be a nice ending to his day.
conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth
Soft whimpers escaped her black lips as she closed her eyes. Her hips rocked back and forth over the glossy rocks. The feeling was slightly rough, but also had a tender smoothness to it. It was something she had never felt before. Gasping "oh", she did not hear the initial approach of the male behind her. But when his voice shattered the silence, her eyes shot open and her heart beat roughly against her chest. Her ears dropped against her head and she quickly sputtered around, her body whipping to face him. The water that had once covered her squatting form, now slung itself across the lake as her tail whipped it away from herself. Her half drenched body stood there as her head lowered to protect her chest, and her tail clung to her underbelly - covering the one area she had been pleasing. Galadriel did not speak, not at first. Silver eyes stared at the beast before her. He was large, and those eyes - those red demonic eyes. She knew them well. Well, she had never seen them, but she had heard about them. She heard about them from her mother, and she heard what those eyes were capable of. He was a brute that was very much a fan of forcing himself on others. Luckily, mother was not in season when they had met - otherwise, she might have been forced to carry a load of his own bastards.
Afraid to speak at first, she only stared at him. One might think it was a challenge, when really she didn't quite know what to say to him. She was a Dasa, she knew this. Her role was to serve the pack. She was not a Ganika. She served in other ways. "That won't be necessary," she hissed at the male. Too afraid to move closer to him, she took three steps backwards. She would rather stay in the water than get anywhere close to him. Males were a dangerous thing in Khalsa. So far, she had been lucky enough not to meet too many of them. Her brother and father were the only males she trusted here. Right now, she was feeling like prey and he the hunter. She could smell her heat so strongly now, not only had it rubbed against the rocks before her, but the rubbing had caused the smell to increase directly from the source. She wanted to feel the release - yes, but she did not want to feel it from a brute like him in the manner he wished to share his wealth of knowledge. "I don't need help from the likes of you. Perhaps there is something I can get for you, a hare perhaps?" She attempted to pull the conversation away from herself, trying to make it seem like she cared about him and his status.
In a survival situation, one would do anything to keep themselves safe. In her mind, Beowulf was a menace, one of the worst in all the pack.
In an effort to provide the least restrictve roleplaying environment available, Anikira and their staff have moved the community to the Proboards paid forums. This forum allows unlimited writing freedom to members, as well as an ad-free environment and our ability to customize the forum and its ratings/content however we choose! In order to do so, we will require your help! There is a monthly cost associated with this service, and any and all donations toward this goal are appreciated. Please use the PayPal link below for all donations for Anikira maintenance and moving costs. We look forward to a roleplaying environment where the sky is the limit!
Please note the donation page is listed under Uru's name as it cannot be listed otherwise without a business account. All funds associated with this PayPal account will be used directly for the maintenance and costs of Anikira as our roleplaying forum.
Brunilda initially started on Anikira from Foraz. She had been hand-chosen by the Commander, Olympus herself. She along with her partner in position - Rhett, saved the pack from a nosey and no-good intruder. It was in her dedication to Olympus and Foraz, that he again picked her to bring forth a treaty between Aludri and Foraz - joining them together. She continues to be a strong character with a good sense of right and wrong. We cannot wait to see what Susy does with her next!
We would like to offer a large thank you to several members that put significant work into the new design of the forum. Thank you to Zen for the work on images for the skin. Thank you to the stock providers for this skin: AdenarKaren on DeviantArt and Kalliysgraphy on Deviantart. We would also like to thank Tril and Bacon For work on the coding and a big thank you to
Nile for her work on the map and board images!