Takin' over this PLACE[claiming]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/e0pf1x.jpg] Where you gonna run to... {{ Dry pelted atmosphere stood still, defiant, in the midst of the grand desert. Dura, they dubbed it, 'twas the sand land, nothing but crevice-infested rock, and hot, dry sand. Now a beauty in sight, the land was cursed, life here still a wonder. Though what did go without interrogation, was why the souls here had resulted to hatred. The land around them, hated, too. It's air so hot, its nails like fire clawing down the asperous edges of one's windpipe. Water so rare, your insides burned like the Inferno below, while to top it all off, the land was bare, not a favorable sight to be seen. It was a wonder, though, why any wolf would inhabit this damned Hell, but there was a quality to be treasured her; solitude. Due to the lands lack of popularity, few wolves walked the sand here, and so wolves that preferred to live alone, could find paradise here. Behind every corner, under every rock, and filling every den: silence. The beautiful silence that comforted the coldest of hearts. This, was why this land was great, this... was why he had come.}} {{ Cracked, dry, and neglected ebony paws pulled an albatross weight across the silenced lands of Dura. The burn of thousands of tiny hot grains slicing through the injured tissue surged through his body as a whole. His pain was great, his paws bled, and were sliced carelessly, the burn running up the nerves in his legs, causing his back to shiver in the heat at the torture he was enduring. Thick, heavy jowls draped free over a gaping jaw, allowing a numb, dry pink tongue to slowly slide in and out of the front of his mouth. Without care, he openly breathed in the fiery toxin Dura knew as the air. His throat burned, his voice squealed and squeaked for air with each breath drawn in. Muscles ached and burned, they quivered violently, a sign of exhaustion. Most would interrogate the thought of him going through immense pain, just for solitude. But, there was more to the story than just a desire for peace... he was here for something else, something more powerful than a cougar, much more powerful.}} {{ The silenced, rhythmic movements of his black and white paws, eventually, came to an end. In the center of the Durian desert, his motions stopped, his pain throbbed, rather than stabbed, and his dry, shriveled eyes glared off into the distance. Blinding rays of heat waved boldly just above his vision, causing a slight pain, and triggering the squinting of his eyes. As he stood there, his usually sturdy pillars began to shake, and quiver under his weight, while below, blood secreted from the crevices in his black pads.}} {{ Just a short distance away, seemingly outlined in a black ink against the slowly setting sun, was his target. A collection of large mounds of rugged, crimson rock stood still in the distance, tiny, dull hair seeping from its surfaces. Most would have smiled, in this moment of accomplishment, but Buell neglected to display any emotion, and instead of savoring his victory with a period of rest, his burning paws continued on ward, resisting the sting and burn that surged through them. He trekked on, his head to the ground, eyes firmly fixed on the shifting sand below, while his muscles burned, and tore as they attempted to both pull his 175 pounds, and ignore the pain they felt. The pain was near unbearable, but what awaited him at his new home, was all worth it. So he continued, never once thinking to stop.}} {{ Though, at long last, his burning pads met the surface, of scorching rock. More pain. The sun had set, but it had also been heating up the red rock all day long, and it was scorching. His paws seemed to sizzle, and steam seemed to rise with every damned step. His muscles were strained now, for, his pain was at a maximum, and now his already aching muscles were forced to pull all his weight up the steep side of a cliff. But he went on, his reward would be life saving.}} {{ After some time, though, his fire-laced trail drew more narrow, and his journey had ended. The rock was warm now, more rugged at the top, but the cool, dull grass beneath his pads was a slight relief. The sun had set at some point long ago, and now the sky was a deep blue, the moon out of sight, but a mess of stars, like a child's splattered milk painted the sky above. A long day, and torturous journey had drawn to an end, and now... it was time. Taking only a moment to allow the beautiful wind to ripple through his silk textured fur, Buell quickly got down to business. Lifting his head to the sky, his thick jowls parted, exposing his dry throat to the now cool night air. Instantly, the rough howl of Buell, normally a smooth, melodic tone, his dry throat turned it into something totally different. This howl, was still unique, however. It was not to unite a pack, find a friend, or call a meeting. This howl, was meant to claim. Buell's mission was to come here, and claim this secluded desert land for himself. As well as his future army. Now he had made it, he had proved his worthy, and now.... it was his.}} One of six, of the great Legion, Buell, has just recruited 934 new souls to Hell. This was done with bleh effort. Now Buell awaits word from anyone? to bring in the next batch. And a word from Lucifer: >:3 ... Oh, Sinner man?

[Administration Account]

Your call has been accepted dark lord, the skies frown upon you where the flames smile with their twisted flames. Burn the day with your hatred and caress the night with your treachery. Your pack call(you pming me) will be requested by the small light of the last day of eerie March. You must have a head count, don't try to deceit, an alpha can always just check border line scents for this, we would like to encourage your tellings of how goes you, speak up or get out.

You have from the six of twenty to the first of thirty, if you refuse to howl you will be removed from your position and your experience points will decrease greatly.

For know, welcome to the land of dark death.