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Licking her chops, drips of red onto the cold forest flow. The forest was filled with plentiful prey as she continued to stalk the deer's scent. She could smell their traces, the bones left behind from fallen ones, and the antlers that drop upon the season. Their hoofprints, indented into the muddy dirt from the melting of snow- Célnes would find them. The place had been blessed with plentiful prey as she gorged her stomach with plenty of rabbit and mice, smaller prey to suffice herself until further notice.

She knew the forest that the Déorwine wolf had awoken in was the place chosen by the High Elk itself, it was too perfect to remove herself, and she knew, this would be her reign. Though with none to her name, and no family to call upon, the former queen would need to breathe in to accept the outcome of who would enter. Surprisingly so, the rarity of a perfect brown pelt was too low outside of Kingslend, she would not survive by declining and chasing all way; if she could. Célnes  was tall and lean, she was not one for strength and battle, but seemed more for speed and agility. She would not be able to simply chase any anyone, only persuade. A confidence though, as she always believed she held a way with words.

Nose to the ground, she was close. The herd was near.

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The main herd was a difficult envoy to find, but every once in a while she could see a straggler enter. Though no one could mistake the sounds of a mothers cries to the crowned stag, and upon hearing that bleated noise Célnes headed towards. Her long legs carefully weaving her way through the forest, steps being cautious to step on any noisy debri, and giving the upmost care to be silent. She couldn't help scrunch her noise though at an absolute horrid scent that filled her so, and had to take a moment to step back, and breathe in.

"I wouldn't do that," after adjusting so, she couldn't help but give a rather judgmental cross over to the brown and black man. Days before did she meet the pale cousin, and her mind was filled with the unknown since that adjustment, and preferred to remain it at the back of her mind. It had been some time since she meant any that adjorned the blessed colors, but he carried black tones with a hideous musk- he was no Déorwine.

"She has alerted the head of the herd, he will be here soon." She could see the man stalk his way through to a swollen ewe. Though her cries never seemed to cease. The ex-king kept her ears alert and tall, awaiting for the sight of the king.

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Célnes had no desire to help hunt the ewe. Rather, she felt it was disgusting to do, and knew the High Elk would disapprove so. However, she also knew she had no way to stop this man, and even an attempt to fight him was in vain. She was not built in the way he was, of brawn and mass, while she was agility and slender. Her tail only flickered as she looked upon him so, and a fire-lit gaze watching back to the struggling doe.

She could hear the other though, the bellowing of the King of it all. How long had she waited for him to appear? It took only but a lure to drag him so, and a sacrifice it seemed to be. A pitiful way to drag him from his throen within the inner sanctions of this forest, but she knew the King was around. Her body went low to the floor and backed away from the man, for she at the moment wanted no association with him, and the attack of the mother deer.

And then there he was.. The King of the whole forest, standing before the falling doe. A glance to the red-eyed devil, to how he see's the Apostle.

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She knew he was the King of it all, for the 8-points on his horn indicated of a monarchy within his herd. Fearsome, as she could feel his eyes toward the two wolves. Perhaps in a way it looked as if she was bowing, but what Célnes wanted was not to bow, but to be not with him, and wanted to be unseen. She moved away from the brown and black  fellow as the Déorwine could feel eyes tracing her so as she backed away. It truly felt like the High Elk himself was judging her so, and each step with with precise, stepping away from both the carcass and the hideous man. Though with such eyes seeing them clearly, did she stand up and face so, "Praise be," Célnes audibly said.

The King lowered his head toward the ewe as she fell and started to heavily breathe. Perhaps it was a blessing to return to the afterlife with their God, and she too thought of prayers for the ewe. There was nothing within their religion on hunting a pregnant doe, but morally, it felt wrong. Any without a horn was said to be granted for a hunt. As the deer seemingly stood in silence, he turned around and disappeared into the forest. She wasn't sure if he was intimidated by the unwavering man, or simply cared not.

What she did know, was that the ewe was no longer alive.

"It wouldn't be wise to hunt too much, he gave his warning."

The beady black eyes that stared at the two said enough.

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Inwardly did she continue to find the man disgusting, but continued to stare at him with a voided look. He gorged into the ungulate like a savage, blood spewing into a rug of red, and his brown fur stained with the barbaric crimson, "And so does nature with it's consequences." Once upon a time, the lil' Déorwine child was once told. The overhunting of the kind resulted in a loss of a forest, and a disaster amongst the people. The High Elk, oh so mysterious, had brought the life back. Once upon, another story was told to her so, that those who overhunt will be punished; eat what you need.

"Are you from around here? She would remember such a man within the old home of Kingslend, but his colors were much like the motherland. Perhaps the ink upon his underside would be scorned, but nonetheless, would be a desired man if not for his.. Smell. Rotting flesh it was like, the flowers of those who haunted the corpses of the fallen. Célnes did not want to get closer. For the danger, and putrid of his scent.

The High Elk would understand there would be nothing to gain to attack this man, only her wounds would be the outcome.

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Within the silence, there was only the sound of intestines ripping and chewing from the beast before her. She would think it was a bear if not for the keen wolf dialect, and the obvious tail that fell before him. It felt like he was so out of place within this forest, as the two were in but an eerie silence and the birds chirping in the distance. Rustling from the fauna as the scavenge from the winter solstice, and awaiting for the summer to come in a ripe harvest. Though for the wolves of the world, those who came to harvest, were the one's they sought to eat.

He did not clean himself. Rather he took a seat as if the bloodbath before him was a decoration to his throne room, and the carcass left to be a feast for the scavengers. Eyes swirled to the sky, watching the birds fly overhead to take what they so desire. The falcons and hawks that roam these forests, truly were savages in their own way, preferring to take then to hunt for themselves, "No."

"I only came here a few days ago. However, I will make this my home." So Célnes declared calmly to the other. She preferred not to speak about the elk, especially to him. His reaction to her words were shown if she said more, it would be met with skepticism.

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"I cannot stop you from doing so, only ask." Words can only mean so much to someone of his attitude and nature. There wasn't too many in Kingslend who were pure-bred brutes, the kind that were nauseating when near, and knew they were a danger as soon as you could spot them so. Déorwine's held a specific sophistication through them that was weaved into their bones, often would she look down toward those who do not display the same, finding them a mistake to their name. Vaguely a few came to mind, like Rohesia who was as barbaric as the red within her pelt, and Whitney, who was so meek in nature that it disgusted her more then the color she held. Célnes would never admit her dislike toward them all.

"Unless you care to join." For quite some time did she look at the man with a deadpan, more serious look. Only now did she shine upon her devious, polite smile that she normally gave to everyone. Polite and noble as she so strives to me, the perfectionist to look as if she cares for all, and they admire her high crown. Though a devious woman, who simply wants power.

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She did not expect a beast to bow down to her, much to the reluctance that she held with that matter. Though Célnes had patience, as many within her old claim of the new Kingslend, not too many bowed. It took time to gain the power she so wanted, and she cared most was the loyalty that was given to her. The true submission was a perk to be gained another day, and did not expect a man who was akin to the proud monarch elk, to simply do the same. The fallen Déorwine ruler, kept her smile.

"Then an alliance we have." A warlord would not be satisfied with staying forever, but at the moment she would take any power that came to her door. Even if the High Elk looked down upon this, for the clear disrespect he held to elken kind- and she alone, would take those sins and ask for forgiveness. Survival was the most important to ensure that she truly rules the forest, and in that day, would the High Elk truly understand. The woman does not mind dirty paws for the sake of what she desires.

"I am Célnes Déorwine." She forego the chapter where she once was a King, for no other Déorwine lay in these lands, and now the title meant nothing when she had no one to her name.

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An alliance had been gained, not only for the mutual survival that is this forest, but for the future between the two. She was curious of the day he would leave, but by then Célnes hopefully will have more to her name. She had a thought though, for while Kingslend has always been the group she knew, an understanding came, with the name, the same customs will never leave. She had learned in the second beginning, where each step all had fought her.

"Elkshire." A county in the forest, surrounded by the elk they so choose to pray too. Though for now, she named nothing upon the religion. The former Queen felt the man would care little to it, and she herself, wasn't the most devoted follower. Picking and choosing what she does, and for now, let it sit in the abyss. The two would disappear within the forests itself, a discussion of the future between them.

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