Noctavia - Alphess of Caedesque

A striking pair of emerald hues for the woman of little knowing, but holds such beauty to counter react the attention of many when seen. She is of evil, a powerful, and demonic soul one could ever come to know, as it is followed by a dark path of shadows to whom were once owned by the lives she took. The maiden is defined by beauty, but do not let her looks fool you, for she is but of only as sinister as a venus fly trap. One wrong turn, and she'll snatch your soul and snicker silently as she dips back into the shadows to what encased her insides. Though only a flicker a light can be registered inside her, as it was accompanied with the strength only love could bandage over time. She had developed a love, a passion even for the murders and things she committed, however with the presence of a younger wolf, her heart toppled into his hands. It was the only reason she really smiles besides seeing another die before her. But she is a majority emotionless and quite mysterious. Long lochs of obsidian waves hug the higher, pristine features of her face, draping all the way down passed her shoulders to nearly reach the end of her spine. They tend to fall in front of her eyes, hiding the glow of a thousand green demons inside her serpent-like orbs.

As the woman may near, her features become more seducing to the human eye. She is reasonably tall in the more vulnerable state of her mortal appearing suit, though she does not take underestimating very kindly. If one is to believe she is just another pretty face, or perhaps something weak, the woman will only smirk and tempt the individual to try. If done, the possibilities of the individual winning are slim, for she is flexible and stronger through her many years of life that rest neatly on her perfectly carved, toned shoulders. Her body figure is lean, and if she is to be bare, her rib-cage would be easily seen through her milky pale flesh. It is not because she does not eat, for she feeds daily of the blood of the innocent or the every day mortal foot like the rest of their kind, but it is due to the fact that a wereling is naturally given the appearance of beauty and a perfect body that makes her the way she is. With such gifts, the demon-lady was granted with many things, as well as her young that she produced. There lie no stretch marks or any identifying scars across her stomach from the carrying of the two twins, however across her shoulders are claw marks due from an old adversary she used to have long ago. Upon both wrists are two crests that are defined by her birth pack and her pack, Caedesque she has today. It was a tradition to have the family crest placed over the left wrist when after they preformed their first shift and the bringing of the beast to their soul. Now, she takes the tradition on her own behalf and drew up the design for Caedesque to have placed over her right wrist to symbolize that it would always be hers forever. Another important tattoo that is inked in with the rest of her body is upon her right hip, one she may never forgot as it was to remind her of the day her beloved mate and her first met. It is the design of a wolf's skull, locked around it's eye-sockets are the talons of a beautiful black raven and between the wolf's razor sharp bone teeth lay a bloodied black rose. As for the rest of her body, it is simply covered in many tattoos to what she may of earned or liked during that time period. She had collected many, but naming them would just be a bore, now would it not?

Onwards we move to the second state of her body, for it is no longer human, but warped to meet the face of a monster's. As a wolf, she resembles similarly to her other form, but in this one, she is covered in the matching color of her mortal hair. Her pelt is thick, much like her hair, let alone just as beautiful and silky. The wolf's height is one of the tallest on Lost here. Followed by the Alpha, she too reaches to be a maximum of eleven feet when pushed into her more stronger body. The woman's eyes when phased are the same as well, an islamic green shade of color within them as they are most usually found searching the premisses or beyond the attention of her pack when needed. They seem to glow brighter the more her fascination glows, an advantage to some if they know what she is feeling most of the time. These benefits are of little use to her, as they cannot be helped, but nor does she ever care, really. Her legs are indeed long to carry her at long distances, something that has ran through the Dark family bloodline for centuries and centuries long. As a great Alphess should, she was blessed greatly with the blood of true Alphas before her, but her family is a lost cause to the woman's mind now. She is silent of her past, and does not trust many unless they are proven different. Other than that, if she is to like you, be lucky that you are alive. But the question is, 'what list are you on of hers'?

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Beneath the rubble and deprived secrets that cover the young soul of a pure lay a new. Power - to that may only one describe surged within the body whom may be worth a thousand demons and a potential leader to face the years ahead of them. She is beautiful, what with the gift of two emerald eyes and a stunning face to mask a dark heart. All of that who live within her bloodline surround the den and awe at the sight of her arrival to the new world, a father and mother hold her close and coo soft sounds to make the infant to open her eyes and look to whoever made the noise. The child was innocent, or so they had thought to believe, graced with the ancestry's long line of blessed genetics and pure-blood to help guide her in the right direction into one day ruling the lands as her parents did, and their parents before them and so on. The prophecy was initiated thousands, beyond thousands of years before the young one's arrival, and perhaps could lead them to greatness, as the wise ones before them had. They all granted the child with hope, and a strong passion to fight against what is right in their small world, as well as their power to rise up and make her into something indestructible. Though however it was not what she wanted, for the girl even at a young stage in development was easily brought to the attention of what she was and envied all who would walk in their disguises amongst the full moon's control. They had kept her safe during those times, as were the rest of the offspring produced in the homes of those who were most strongest against the moon. As the monsters of the weak were unleashed and dashed off into the dark horizons, the soul of evil would escape over the lands and the morning would be filled with the blood they spilled over their mixed pelts as they would return to their haven. She had studied their reactions and learned from only the best of her line that still survived, causing the young infant to experience more than the rest as she was destined to be one of them soon enough and rule once wedded to another. With that being said, for the longest of times before she turned the age of one, the pack became feeble with the name to what she would be considered as. There had been many, of both greatness and perhaps one could be called to a name of which meant noble. No. The girl was far from noble as her behavior took the reigns of her life and made her to what some could see, and that was a ticking time bomb. A bit of their Elders had seen the green fire within the infant's eyes the first time they opened, and were silent of the one's presence when the parents would carry her throughout the territories. She was predicted to be far worse than noble, or sympathetic to others when the beast would bubble inside her. The child was named Noctavia, the combination of 'Octavia', meaning time, and 'Natovia', a name more later used to describe a 'burned soul' to the Hebrew. This was to be the name of their future Alphess, the one that would lead them through dangerous battles between the good and evil as well as the individual to give them to command to kill whoever she sought to find a threat to them. But the Elders refused to say a word the Alphas, for they knew their minds would not be compelled to believe them enough, and they would be banished, or in more serious cases - death.

Time then moved on, and the pack was ordered to make them a home, for they have been living upon themselves in the lone wild for far too long, and needed a place to rest before the harsh times moved inwards. They had once at one time had a home for all of them, but a wildfire had wiped them out and now only thing that lay left is the little debris found slightly beneath the surface of dirt in the lonesome prairies. As the brutes worked their hands to build and the women stayed to the side to care for their young, Noctavia stood at the top of a single hill under a tree at the age of a young adolescent. She would watch for hours and rarely days as the progression of their future home be built before her, observing their ways as well as the shapes of the moons each passing night before the full moon of that month would hit and she would have to take shelter. Autumn was beheaded soon to her knowing and before she knew it, her shift would begin. The to-be wereling would sit on a swing her father had strapped to the tree with the help of some rope and a single board. It was cheaply made, but strong enough for the small girl to hold as she would sit there in the pure silence. She daydreamed of what it would be like - the ticking of time clicking back and forth in her head as she knew that soon she would be able to feel that pain, that power flow through her to bring her into the body of an animal; a beast of the night.

In the wakes of late September, autumn had finally reached the bright-lighted city, the smell of it sweeping over the woman of darkness's breathing space as she walked amongst the patchy soil of her territories. The sounds of the traffic crowded streets buzzed in the back of her ear canals, strengthened slightly as she tuned them out to hear the music off into the mere distance. She could see back into time at how everything had evolved in short periods, what the humans and even some of her kind had accomplished within those limits, and what she had proven along with it. It had all been the same loneliness left in her life on each birthday, but this, was different. There was something to be proud of herself besides the fear that struck her pack blind within their eyes when she would cross their presences. It had been like that since her exile and so forth, in yet it only made her stronger in time. As she was bred to become, she owned one of the strongest packs in all the nation, over-coming her goals and exciting them further as Bravehearts were no more. Their Alpha had fallen in the state of protection, and with them left to be along in the dust, Caedesque had finally won. Sadly, along with it, Adonis had perished in hopes of murdering his brother himself. The lives she had seen come to an end never made her feel any different, never did, but she had him to thank for the gift he passed on to her, that she will soon pass down to the superiors below her. There was still much to learn and progress yet for the pack to take in, the maturities would need some aid, which never was an issue with the help she will be provided with at her side. Gabriel Braveheart, the name that left a bitter dry taste to her mouth had finally left the likes of life all together, and she was victorious. A small smile curled at the corner of her lips, eyes glistening under the dark night's moonlight as they shown a bright islamic emerald color. She had to hand it to him, he tried, and from what she had been told, his pack was something of value at some point. As much as she knew what it was like, it was none of her concern, for she was too busy dealing with her own whereabouts and business. Noctavia found herself at her goal's ending, all of the things she had fulfilled, a powerful pack beneath her control, great strength, intelligent warriors, the death of Gabriel, what more could she ever want? It felt strange to her though, as if something were still left missing in her life, but she knew not of what it was, and was too careless to keep bothering about it already before her mood would diminish into ashes.

Like every year, the week of the harvest moon rose from the ground quicker than she had expected, bringing forth another year to her forgotten age. There were things she would not reverse in order to change that moment, she wanted to stay there, and fly on towards more things that still hang above her head. Moving forwards, the sweeps of the ends of her [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] lightly dragged across the lawn of the park as she walked, covering the trail behind her in obsidian silk layers. Along her frame worn a slim-fitted and custom made corset to hug her lean torso and chest perfectly aligned and comfortably cut. She had it done by common professionals, strictly providing and supporting with details needed in order to look strikingly beautiful as well as able to breath normally. They understood well of what she granted them, and she acknowledged them for the work they did in order to make her dress what she originally wanted. Her shoulders were accompanied by the same material as the cascading dress skirt that reached the ground behind her, cuffing just enough of her skin to not reveal anything inappropriate like she had asked. Her face was dashed with a sprinkle of silver dust at the lids of her eyelids to bring out the color in her hues, hidden the rest of her face in an ebony crystal coated [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] to rest over her nose and the tops of her cheeks. Her hair fell in its usual best, only slightly touched with the hands of her own to be teased here and there so her waves would spring into neat long curls and pinned back from her face. It had been a year of course since the last time she had dressed so elegantly for a simple masquerade, but by living in the city of over a century, things shifted and it became the glitzier, the higher authority you prove money-wise. If it were her decision, it would have been the same anyway, and so it never bothered her on how to dress to fit the part after adapting to the life long before it became a tradition. As she looked upon the park, she found it as beautiful as it had been last year, only a bit less occupied by as many people thankfully. She knew there would be no other werelings in sight for the evening, it was too close to the harvest moon, one of the most powerful full moons in the entire year, in which was her birthday. Thankfully for her, the voices had calmed enough for her to not growl for the night as they always did in the week of waiting. In that week, she freed her mind to think of what it wanted, whether it be dead or the rarity in life. She watched as men flashed small glances over their date's shoulders, averting her gaze in a slight smile to see elderly couples pass her and arrange closer to the seating area while the younger mortal groups around the age of her appearance danced slowly at the large gazebo in the center of the park. Lights and lanterns lined all the gates and tinkly little bulbs drooped from the banisters that edged at the ceiling's base, lacing in and out of the wooden porch bars. The music of the masqueraded evening filled the September air, quieting everything else as the duos danced gracefully in gowns and suits, masked of their wondrous identities.

As the woman walked over the stoned path, flowers of all colors surrounded her as she was standing at the garden's edge of desire, brushing over the patches with the end of her dress lightly. The partially completed moon shown its reflection at the darker parts of her irises, shining them a brighter, supernatural green, providing a lighter shade of her pale pinkish skin. The bubbling of the fountain at her side made her thoughts curious, the passing and darkness of time making her wonder further than she already had. She had been waiting for her date to arrive, the Delta in fact; Daiken. His name practically made a ghost of a smile peek at the sides of her mouth, remembering back to the day they met, the tattoo she received that he had made all the way back to the moment of when he kissed her hand at her doorway goodnight in his acceptance to her offer. He was one of the few that did not care of what others believed, he, and Ryker, her Beta, were the ones to look passed all the rumors and her ridden past to get to know her more than anyone had ever had. Though, with Daiken, she felt at ease, comfortable about revealing more than just her past and present, or even the hopes of her future as an Alpha of a populated, strong pack. Where was he, what had he been up to, what all has he done in the time of his acceptance and now? These questions swirled and made her anxious, as well as hesitant as it became foreign to her mind to think such things of a simple man of worth. She had to admit though, he was different, yes, much different than the rest. Travis showed dominance over her, but he was to never be her 'friend' per say, Daiken had filled that position the night they took on a herd of deer together. He was her friend, and she hoped later on, that bond would tighten into something unbeatable, maybe even great friends, she thought. Standing there, she leaned closer to a twisted, dark barked tree that wired around in spirals much like one seen in a fairytale garden, accompanied by the noises of the night and fountain at her side. It was a beautiful setting, and so she was the only one to be hidden within the shadows with the support of her dark beauty. Waiting patiently, the Alphess kept quiet, speaking louder in her mind than one would think as she stood there, eying the small migrating crowds that filed out of the gazebo to leave just two other dancing couples. She sighed, looking passed the gates in hopes of seeing him near.