Roma
Sikla
The Shadow
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Post by Roma on Feb 5, 2008 23:39:35 GMT -5
Pads of hardened leather abused the winter-firm marshland soil, leaving trackable craters where the black varg passed. Through his paws and legs, the shadow could feel the cold kiss of the ground, and from the air the bite of winter. Reveling in his newly returned natural sight, the wolf absorbed his surroundings, as drab and dark as they were, with fevered interest. And, although his supernatural sight had left him, and his normal vision had return, the varg still possessed particularly heightened senses of smell, and hearing.
Even as he approached the border of Sarnes from some distance, Neit could smell a gathering of vargs, and conflicting emotions. He picked out four females, the scent of two of which were laced with the smell of lust. A third seemed filled with anger, and the final faemme was the drappa of the pack; her scent was on the land all around. Two males accompanied the otherwise amazonian party.
Neit had come to sarnes on the possibility of joining the pack. He had previously been a Balkar member, though his short membership there had been cut off by the call of Wolfbane. The Shadow had served his duty, and his life was now of his own control again, and he was possessed with a strange desire to join a pack of some sort, hence the trip to sarnes.
As the ebon-hued wolf approached the group, however, he could hear raised voices, and bickering from the party. The sense of unity seemed to be waning, and although he had met none of the vargs before, a tinge of sympathy filled his breast; the strong in a pack fought their peers, rather than joining their strengths.
Lithe twisting effortlessly, the black varg took a small leap over a moist patch of ground, landing softly on the other side in the thick moss and loam of the marsh. Twin red lamps glowed from behind a low shrubbery as he observed the pack, his position purposefully conspicuous.
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
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Post by Emberlily on Feb 15, 2008 18:06:34 GMT -5
[hope you guys remember wolf packs don't always live happy forever after and pakfights occur often. Especially when pups grow older, or one comes back etc. ]
-Ember Lily- -Just being a good little girl- -Doing a dirty little day-
The pot of misfits seemed like misfits from eachother right bout now. But what pack did not have little arguments here and there? Still conflicts were always inevitable with the band that lived for this. Tension grew between two males, But Ember ignored the dispute, she'd go with the petty saying -boys will be boys-. She raised a brow at them, twitching her tail before she turned away, her eyes looking at her sister with a briming annoyance. Had her sister changed since her dissappearence? Pink tongue rasped over black lips as she paced forward. She scoffed " Unlike you I can tell a stud from a dud." She smirked smacking her upper lip as she turned away from RF. Her ears perked at the sound of the snarl, her hackles tickled deliciously as Ember looked ove her shoulder, her own lips teasing to uncurtain a pearly row of canines. "Honey, what decency? Surely you know by now you never really had any?" . The ivory vixen teased, tongue clicking as she paused, head lifting.
The slushing of an entrance was breifly ignored as her sister's next words added yet another log to the flame. Ember flashed canines as she slitheed forward, her emerald gold eyes contracting to venomous green in all its snakelike resemblance. " Barren? Surely you're talking about yourself, cause quiet frankly your head seems three sizes too big." Ember hissed. Perhaps she was, but Ember's ego let her think none of it. Puffing out her chest she growled, the tension suddenly broken by the announcing arrival of Zukozu. True one would only presume that someone playing a tempress's game would have surely brought up. Though of course if you didnt tie the knot then one could only presume she was safe. Course one would also need to know what knot to not tie...
Looking away from her kin she looked to the obsidian beauty, Zukozu. Lily turned away, hackles still tingling as she stood away from her sister. The tension that arised seem to be hanging by a thread, and any moment now the thread would snap, sending everyone cascading below.
But everything seemed to have frozen in time with the new arrival of the Drappa. All eyes seemed to turn to her. Swishing her tail Ember looked to Shunke. "The bitch? She's my sister and you know-" Ember began but she was cut short by yet another arrival. An obsidian brute. He was much older, and Ember couldnt find any recogniztion in the male. Hackles rose immediatly as the vixen slithered towards the strager "Now look what the cat dragged in... who the hell are you?" Ember cooed, her attention momentarily drawn away from the conflicts arising in the pack.
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Awiergan
Cub
The Damned
Death Dealer
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Post by Awiergan on Feb 21, 2008 0:30:35 GMT -5
Undaunted by his encounter with the younger dragga he matched Dane’s impudent glare, only averting his gaze momentarily to glance at the growing confrontation taking place beside them before rolling back toward the muddied brute before him. Any other time he might have tried to take advantage of what was transpiring between the quarreling fae but with Dane present he knew he would have to keep his guard up lest he fall victim to some manner of underhanded attack. Not that Awiergan wouldn’t have done the same thing given the chance but at the moment it was too risky and the little sikla was being too observant of his actions for the ebon brute to try anything. For the time being he was resign to content himself listening to the bickering lyrics of Ember and Kiora.
Colorless pools shone darkly in the pale half light, emotions hidden beneath a mask of cold indifference. “You may give your drappa space and freedom but its painfully obvious you’re incapable of giving her what she really needs.” He smirked, cruel gaze boring into his opponents dual phased orbs. Tone flat and uncaring he continued, speaking as though he were accentuating a point to an ignorant pup. “You’re so dead set on defending your beloved drappa that you haven’t even bothered to consider what she really wants or whether she actually needs your protection.” Muscles tensed beneath sleek fur, readying to spring into action should his words provoke the young dragga into attacking. What had started out as a simple gathering amongst packmates was rapidly escalating into something much more violent, it was only a matter of time before the last stone was cast and blood was spilt.
The mood was broken by the arrival of yet another familiar face. Long sleek limbs carrying her elegantly across the shallow marsh she emerged on the scene, paws scarcely scraping the surface as she trod from mound to mound of condensed grass. Gaze drifting away from his would be rival Awiergan turned to greet the onyx fae, tipping his maw to her respectfully. “Zukozu, so good that you could join us.” he growled, shooting her an approving glance. She was almost invisible save for twin suns that made up her eyes, black fur blending in perfectly with the prevailing darkness. She observed the proceedings with great interest, amber orbs watching each faction in turn before falling upon the quarreling dragga’s with a mixture of scorn and amusement.
It was no secret the current First niece held no love for sniveling brute before them, flaming ember regarding him with the utmost scrutiny as she stare upon his muddied frame accusingly. Should Dane prove troublesome in the future Awiergan had no doubts about securing the voluptuous fae as an ally against him.
Gaze falling back onto his opponent he prepared the inevitable conflict that was to come only for Zukozu to brush herself between the quarreling wolves, feathery ebon tassel sweeping beneath his muzzle suggestively as she passed eliciting a sultry purr. “My aren’t we affectionate this evening?” he rasped, sultry purr overtaking his dark tones. Abandoning his quarrel with Dane he padded after the comely bitch, exposing his back to the bristling youth as if to show just how much of a threat he perceived him to be.
No sooner had Zukozu seated herself amidst the sodden clod then another voice sounded out within the darkness, drawing the collective stare of every varg present to her emancipated ebon frame. Awiergan stare back at his drappa and would-be lover from his spot beside Zukozu, regarding her carefully through cold, expressionless pallid hues. In all honesty he was a bit surprised Shunke had actually showed up to join the small procession that had gathered. Shunke’s presence meant that Aiwergan would have to tread carefully while dealing with Dane’s open hostility as well as Zukozu’s not so subtle advances lest he invoke her wrath upon him and forfeit his position within Sarnes.
Tipping his head respectfully he offered her the proper greeting, following the emancipated drappa’s inverted gaze to Ember who had ceased arguing with her sister long enough to her commanding superior. Any explanation of the events transpiring was cut short by the appearance of an unworldly presence foreign to Sarnes, Awiergan watching as the trusted beridan swum forward to intercept the unknown intruder, posture poised and ready to spring forward and attack.
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Dane
Sikla
Shattered Nieten of Sarnes
You called me out; I shrugged you off.
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Post by Dane on Feb 23, 2008 18:55:21 GMT -5
In the short amount of time following his snide remark, he found the attentions of himself and the ebon brute, for the moment, directed elsewhere. A new face had appeared in the hustle and bustle of premature violence, and unfortunately for Dane, it was a face he had remembered from past experiences, and also one he had learned to despise. The ebon bitch, Zukozu as she was called, strutted her way into the middle of the turmoil, acting as though she had a rightful place among it as anyone else did, or in her case, perhaps a bit more than just rightful. From what Dane could tell, she fancied herself somewhat of a queen, though of what he couldn't be certain. What she would want to rule over in such a state baffled him, the only thing coming to mind was her obvious thirst for dominance over all she came across, especially those who opposed her views. Falling once again into the role of misfortune, Dane had made apparent his dislike of her before, and was now on a list of hers of Varg who needed constant torment. At her arrival, he said nothing, and only offered a hard glare as was becoming a nasty habit of his when surrounded by the individuals that were lovingly dubbed his "family". Biting his tongue to keep from pointing out the obvious, he turned his attention elsewhere and fought to eliminate the ever-growing urge to lunge at the bitch.
Turning his disgust back to Awiergan, he was unable to prevent his frustration from rising, though keeping a somewhat reserved manner proved to be achievable. "And what manner of 'pleasing' her is this that you find yourself in possession of? Perhaps the wants and needs of an individual go deeper than physical attraction, though I can see that you have no understanding of such circumstances." His expression was one of content, for he knew in his heart that Shunke cherished the relationship he had with her. Love went much farther than the reaches of sexual pleasure could satisfy, and he took pride in knowing that his dedication to her reserved a special place in her heart for him. Perhaps he hadn't been so tainted by the darkness of the swamp after all. "I wouldn't expect a creature like you to understand such dedication and love. How can you display something you've never felt yourself, after all?" He was satisfied with his cutting remarks alone, and made no move to physically harm the male, though should retaliation in the form of violence come from the opposing side, he would not hesitate to lash out and back up his words with action.
As if on cue, the moment all of them had been anticipating finally took place. There was their Drappa, standing at the edge of the disturbance, with agitation lining her features. Her expression spoke of a subdued surprise, and a not-so-subtle anger lurked within the demanding tone of her voice. She looked as though if she didn't get an explanation from someone regarding their petty fighting, she might take it upon herself to discipline the lot of them. She really had changed since Dane first saw her; she looked more like a leader than ever before, and though her distress apparent, one might even venture to say that she was on the verge of good health. He only regretted that she hadn't made her entrance a moment sooner, when Awiergan had been making his promiscuity obnoxiously obvious with his newest target, Zukozu.
Bowing his head low in respect, his head was turned in such a way so that he could view the two ebon co-conspirators at the same time, should they try to form an unspoken alliance against him and lash out. Even in the presence of their superior, it was something that he wouldn't put past them. That lack of respect had, in fact, been what had spurned his hatred in the first place, for although Shunke was Alpha, her position of power seemed to hold little importance to this particular pack. How one could blatantly disrespect their leader was unknown to him, and it invoked a fierce anger within him that begged for release. Nonetheles, he would keep his air respectful, though not any more than he had to be. After all, he was setting an example for the rest of the pack by not resorting to blood lust amongst his brethren, though something within him told him that his fellow wolves of the swamp cared little for loyalty and brotherhood.
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Zukozu
Sikla
Cr?ft of Sarnes
Don't you wish you could hold, The pretty little paper doll, The one you couldn?t quite control
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Post by Zukozu on Feb 26, 2008 6:16:26 GMT -5
The conflict continued between the siblings and the pair of dragga she had now seated herself beside. Zukozu’s muzzle remained between the two sets of arguments, her auds listening to both as her fiery lanterns were alight with sickening amusement. Her broad grin continued to grow until it reached her eyes, resembling that if a malicious snake who bore a famously long smile. Taking note of Dane’s deathly glare, Zukozu allowed her rosey pink tongue to protrude her ebony muzzle in an act of childish mockery. Swiftly however it was snapped back behind her ivory razors in a loud ‘clack’, her jaws biting the air in an almost domineering and show of strength manner.
The squabble between the two males was ended abruptly after her arrival and the two finished their retaliations, Awiergan following her on suit with rasping words of lust. A short giggle shook the onyx faemme’s chest as she fluttered her lids and dipped her slender muzzle in a flirtatious manner. “My affection is always on show when appropriate,” she replied back on husky tones, her auds now flattened against her scalp as she lifted a foreleg in a ‘dainty’ fashion. However her attention was quickly caught by the sudden arrival of the pack’s Drappa. Awiergan’s manner changed instantly to her as his own attention was fixated on Shunké, and Zukozu’s flirtatious actions came to an immediate halt. Sad to say her Drappa had been taken on by the ebony brute’s clear show of affection and had now dubbed him her ‘lover’. Only in private and away from the company of her superior was Zukozu going to act upon her own lusty needs.
Nodding her head in the obvious respect that was to be shown, Zukozu grinned and held her head high as Shunké repeated her own question to the newcomer. Ember’s reply was short and to the point, but was suddenly cut off as the appearance of a new varg emerged from the gloom. Fiery lanterns flew to the new body of another ebony pelted male, her auds perked as another confliction seemed apparent. So much going on at the one time had reduced the pack to a rabble, but now with the presence of their Drappa, things were sure to even themselves out. Yet still, Zukozu’s hackles rose at the sight of the other stranger, and if needs be she would be at Ember’s side in a flash to back her up. With two outsiders now within their borders, things were looking sketchy.
(Aaaawwwful)
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Post by Shunké on Feb 26, 2008 20:04:11 GMT -5
Sign of the Devil! Sign of the Devil! C'iy on fire!
Golden and maroon oculars bore down upon the rivaling pack in front of her; of the two female quarreling and the tension felt between the two males. Zukozu seemed to be the only one out of them who seem to find humor in such a situation, no surprise there. The young fae was always looking for trouble, she seemed to thrive off of it. Not that it was a problem, but while she found it amusing Shunké did not. As the others spied upon Shunké’s emaciated form, few of the vargs let their respect for their Drappa show. For now, Shunké didn’t much care, she was too interested eyeing the stranger Ember Lily was busy degrading.
Stepping toward the fae, her head still rose high, Shunké couldn’t help but snap her jaws suddenly at Awiergan. She threw him a quick dark look, her ebon auds flattened against her cranium. ‘Knock it off,’ she seemed to say. As she passed to lick upon her son’s molten forehead her gaze had lightened before completely passing the handsome ebon mann. It was a look of secrecy and lust that seemed to sparkle brilliantly within her mismatched oculars. It was very apparent that Shunké held love for her “son” Dane, and like any mother she would protect her child from any bully he would cross his path. Even though he really wasn’t hers, she felt like she had created him herself. With her tongue tickling his heart Shunké was able to “convince” the young mann to invest his trust within Sarnes and follow her rule with a determined mind. Dane had agreed, looking up to Shunké like any child would to a mother. But she was also very fond of the bully, Awiergan; for to her he was the only one who could truly love her like a mate. Or at least, to her if felt that way. ‘Such a trap, little wrench. Turn back now, before you catch your paw!’ the voice seethed inside her pounding skull. Shunké lipped her lips in a pleasing way, for some reason she could feel fear within her body- though slightly disconnected. For once, he was afraid- and it brought a happy tingling sensation to every inch of her body. For as long as she could remember, no one could scare Tarquin.
Giving a nod of recognition to Zukozu, Shunké stepped further toward the two rivaling females with tight features. According to Ember Lily, this red hued fae was her “sister”. The drappa but her mind to work- if this was one of Ember Lily’s sisters, then she was once a part of the pack, right? After all, Moon Crypt was also Ember Lily’s sister, and then there was- Shunké’s oculars widened realizing for the first time who this really was. She could have nipped herself for forgetting, after all the fae had shown up upon Ge-Rad borders alongside the Balkar. And the colour of her fur- if that wasn’t enough to give it away. “Red February,” Shunké growled, her vocals hard to distinguish. One could say Shunké was pleased to have an old member back, but she was also rather angry that the sibling rivalry between the two bitches had reached a low, so much to stir up issues between the pack members. Not that she couldn’t ignore that it wasn’t there- but sometimes Shunké liked to think she could handle it. Apparently, just like in a kin related family, even those packs had their moments- it was only natural.
“It’s been a long time,” the Drappa growled in an even tempo, audits perched erectly on top of her matching head. Licking her lips, she meant to speak again- only this time surprise had grabbed her by the tongue. Hackles raised as the fae whipped hear head around to the new shadow, her long ebon claws gripping the solid soil underneath them. A snarl arose from her exposed lips, her crimson hued daggers flashing threateningly. A sleek ebon brute stood before the pack, his red oculars glowing dangerously. “And what is this?! A boyfriend?!” the spitting words dripped from her maw before she could catch them, her expression livid. Out of instinct, everything in the young Drappa’s mind seemed to scream ambush. Smell that Sir? An evil smell! Ev’ry night at the Vesper’s Bell! Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell! C'iy on fire!
/sorry, isn't the best- but now I must study./
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Post by Red February on Feb 28, 2008 20:30:40 GMT -5
{RED FEBRUARY} Every night I dream of you. With my teeth wrapped around your neck.
[/size][/color] Only a glimmer of teeth was to be seen between Red February’s jaws now, her lips no longer curling back to bare fangs, gums, and painful rage as her velveteen chin brushed her paws in a bow. Petulance subsiding rather quickly, she began to nudge the fox kill with the top of her muzzle towards her drappa, the scarlet vulpine fur smeared with brown-olive mud and ice although it was all that the halian had to offer. Disappointed that its blood was cold in its veins, she regretted frittering away her time on the other pack members. Not that the young anwelda (was she not but the same age as the Nightmare Trio -- Moon Crypt mentioned this once, RF believed?) required tending to, but she merited consideration where the others did not. “ This is my kill to offer for your blessings in case I am no longer considered a sister here. Hopefully I’m still seen as a member, although it was my fault that I had been absent for so long it this past year,” she rhymed softly, though not under her breath. The general forgetfulness of her brethren was sub par. She would, however, not bay as if the pack was on brink of sheer mutiny; they most were certainly… probably… not. Glad for the termination of conflict between she and EL plus the one between Awiergan and Dane, Red February wished to brush away the resemblance of the civil arguments to that of humans. Because although the vargs quarreled, they were only displaying healthy exhibitions of dominance and passive-aggressive defiance. It was not as if they would engage in the surplus killing of kin for pride, power, fame, or simple inclination. Or would they? Were they going to become man? Creatures often fought, but it was only the beast called man that waged war on one another in its most foul of forms. Strangely, did they not pursue a large scale battle with Dreogan and did the Nightmare Trio not torture and in RF‘s case, devour their own kind? But as vertigo bullied away her sense of comfort, she realized she could do nothing to stop it. She was part of this twisted, less-than-lupine circus. She could not reverse the revolutions of the earth nor the corrupt paths that they had rocketed themselves down. “ I’m supposing that the ones which inducted me, Serg and Eveline, no longer live this career? But ask them for my credentials, and why this brute does draw near,” Red February added, disguising her distress with the blood that soiled her features. The names of the previous alphas harked memories deep within her, the images swimming in her heart as she remembered sourly converging with Neit and Mayan for the first time. He was the one, the Balkan with the gift of the sight (though Mayan, the fortune teller was blessed with it as well), that had turned their noses to the young pack called Sarnes that could possibly shelter their young but sinister souls. It seemed that only several hours of severe traveling, they were enveloped by the mist of the marsh and the callous Serg and Eveline. Actually she could not evoke many more instances of direct contact with the pair, remembering vaguely seeing them as they greeted Cwen and took them for a short training session, but that was it. Almost crossly, her putrid lemon spheroids flirted across the strange frames of Zukozu and Dane. Later, perhaps alone, she would approach them. Resting only a moment longer on the distantly aquainted builds of Awiergan and Shunke, she moved to fondly lay her yellow gaze on the physique of sister Ember Lily and previous subject of admiration Niet. Although there were arguments she had left unanswered with Ember Lily, it was clear that the whore was perhaps too mad to develop any real sense in her arguments. Allowing EL to believe she won, RF brought her eyes back to Shunke's glittering talons. [/color] I had other paragraphs and stuff that I wanted to include, as well as other themes, but I bogged myself down with her thoughts. I hope its passable. ]: I would've included it, but that would've made it too long. I also... didn't address anyone else but Shunke in this post because I'm uber lame. >___<;; RF was focusing on her drappa, so I thought my post should as well... except for the very end.[/blockquote]
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Roma
Sikla
The Shadow
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Post by Roma on Feb 28, 2008 21:59:18 GMT -5
The few attentions and gazes that did pivot in Neit’s direction were enough to pull his form from cover and into the clearing. Another varg would have felt awkward for disturbing such a pack… dynamic, but Neit only obeyed common courtesy. Coal pads equal in proportion to his large frame abused the soil beneath them as The Shadow made his way towards the gathering. The abysmal gloom and dark mist that hung in the very air they breathed seemed to thin as Neit pushed his way into the pack ring. It appeared that despite the animosity that lit small fires between the brethren, there was a strong loyalty that seemed to ward off the marsh’s foul breath. For a brief moment Neit missed such camaraderie, and the years peeled back in his mind to his days of membership in the Balkan fraternity. As he presented himself to the swart drappa, he wondered if the packmates understood their invisible bond, and pitied those that took it for granted.
Sentimentalities aside, the beast had respect to gain, and as strong as he might be, Neit could not handle the gang of muzzles baring glittering fangs that now pointed in his direction. Extending a forepaw, he lowered himself in a sort of submissive bow. It had been ages since The Shadow had done so, and it felt awkward to abase himself before another varg (especially one younger than him), but he knew it was the proper etiquette for a newcomer. Choosing his words carefully, the black-pelted monster spoke quickly, with a neutral tone.
“I trespass here with no foul intentions, Drappa of Sarnes.” Try as he might, Neit could not soften his cinnabar gaze as his optics met Shunké's. The shadow relied on his words to carry his message as he absorbed more of the scenery, recalling the femme that had hailed him as he first entered.
Making his priority to pay his respects to the Drappa, Neit had simply passed over the ivory female who had spoken to him of cats. The Shadow could not recall her words exactly, but he did not intend on causing a fight, even if she had disrespected him. Inwardly, his chest swelled as the black varg applauded himself for such outwardly righteous behaviour. The whole encounter was beginning to feel like a game to the varg, and he couldn’t help but reveal a momentary grin.
Snuffing the flicker out, Neit spoke to El, vague recognition sparking in the back of his mind. He knew she was Red February’s sister, and that he had guided their trio into Sarnes, but she did not appear the pup that she once was. Finding no name for her in his thoughts, he spoke to her as an anonymous locutor. “And, do you not recall me?” Unsure of what else to say, Neit gazed on at the pack, nerves completely solid. He awaited the Drappa’s approval for his presence, but her decision did not worry him too much; Red February stood beside him now, and he knew that she would have a better chance of explaining his trespass than he might, if the moment boiled to conflict.
The male, despite standing at the jaws of the Drappa, and her followers, exuded poise and confidence. True, he would not survive an attack from them as combat-gifted as he may have been, but there was a distinct difference in The Shadow’s psyche from fear of danger, and respect. Pads planted on the cold but soft earth, Neit let the words of the other pack members wash over him. Their arguments were trivial and meaningless to him; Neit was unaware of the Sarnes politics that dictated their relationships, and he was glad of the ignorance for now. Further involvement seemed tiring.
/*Well, that's an awful long post of... not much good. jaja. and wow. Neit actually got sentimental. I think he's going crazy.*/
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Emberlily
Sikla
Beridan Femme .:Sarnes~ Intoxicating Snake:.
x|She's just another whxre...to bad she's beautiful|x
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Post by Emberlily on Mar 4, 2008 22:10:12 GMT -5
-Emberlily x| Innocence x| It's so overrated
Like the winds that ruffled the treetops, it would settle sooner or later and so did the half hazard mangle of mutts that inhabited the realms of marsh and mist. Twin jewels of emerald gold blinked slowly as they watched the bickering fade into nothing more then a whisper of the past. Though some intentions would be settled for the moment, those being of the males of the pack. Though EL paid no heed. Instead her attention reverted to Zukozu and her flirtacious manner. Pink tongue flickered like that of the snake she resembled, giving a small smirk as she watched the ebony fea's actions subside with the arrival of their Drappa.
The Beridan blinked, having seem to forgotton the disputes of before. Of course like any sibling dispute it was always forgotten soon enough. Unlike man, the varg did not dwell in a world of deep grudge where a small dispute would boil to more then a scuffle before being shrugged away. It was how a pack worked and lived, and how order and respect were kept.
ember yawned, momentarily intrigued by the slush of snow and mud that encircled her paws, she lifted and swatted at it, feeling the coool swuishy sensation under her pink paw pads as the droning murmer of Red February resonated behind her. Her sister's sudden arrival had indeed pulsed a strong sudden amount of energy into her, emotions and energy to have caused such conflicts, perhaps the only way these wolves knew how to release such sudden energy. Now that peace had falen back and the cogs returned to its streamlined work Ember found it boring once again.
Looking up Ember was now entranced with the moving lips of RF, her own tail flickering to mimick the lip movements of her sister, one could simply say Ember had a lack of an attention span, well for things she found little interest in, or of no importance to her. She had better things to think about now. Instead she shuffled closer to RF, her nose nosing the fox kill that RF had nudged closer to Shunke once more before returning her gaze to her sisters blood stained muzzle. Ember tilted her head leaning in to lick at her sisters muzzle after she had finally stopped talking. It was partly in curiosity as the femme ran her tongue along the blood stained fragments and concluded that it was definatly fox that she tasted, though it would be no surprise to have guessed wolf.
Satisfied like a child with sweet goodies she turned to the black male, her orbs observing him as she remembered his presence. Silently the lily kissed fae prayed that the male would not drone on with talk talk talk and go on with business, and Ember was glad when only a few words parted his maw. Though surprised when his next line addressed her. Blinking Ember examined his features once more, padding a step closer to scent the male. It would have been much more easier if the male had been able to retain the balkar scent that he carried when he had been allianced with the night hunter pack, but now as a kerl and with age his features and scent had changed.
But finally recognition ignited the candle in Emberlily's distant memory. "Neit. Balkar and a strange one at that... She recalled his unearthly powers that had marveled her though she could not remember of what exactly. She also noted that the male had changed greatly since he had first met the Nightmare trio. Pink tongue rasped along ebon lips "Yes, I remember you now, though you have changed greatly, and as I can guess not part of the night hunter clan no more I presume?
[sorry its so baad its rushed]
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Awiergan
Cub
The Damned
Death Dealer
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Post by Awiergan on Mar 18, 2008 22:27:55 GMT -5
Muzzle twisting in a sickening smirk he stare back at the snarling dragga before him, monotone features distorted by the unexpected show of expression from his blacken visage. “That is between me and Shunke, though by all means ask her. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the intrusion on her privacy.” His expression shifted, smirk dissipating into the darkness that was his face. Once again he more than varg, transcending trivial feelings and emotions like love and compassion. He was a shadow, a reflection of what Sarnes struggled to achieve, the very embodiment of pitilessness and savagery guided by only his baser instincts. “'Stones are raw, they blunt my claws, but words can never hurt me’ pup.”
Having turned his attention away from the hostile stare of the impetuous youth he look upon the bitch Zukozu, watching the giggling femme through hungry eyes as she flittered and flirted with him. Shadowy plume resting teasingly just below her muzzle he circled her, soft pelt brushing seductively against hers. “Then perhaps you can show me just how affectionate you can be once we’re finished here?” he whispered softly, muzzle finding her ear and nibbling delicately. They separated with Shunke’s arrival, unwilling to draw their drappa’s wrath upon themselves by lingering too closely together. Zukozu’s response mirrored his own, the ebon fae’s flirtatious behavior coming to an end almost immediately at the sight of the dominant female. Awiergan in turn regarded Shunke appraisingly, noting Dane’s scrutinizing gaze shadowing him from the corner of his eye as he offered his own respect to the onyx fae. Jaws snapping abruptly before him he stood unflinching at sudden display of dominance shown by the emancipated drappa, stepping back and dipping his head respectfully in submission a moment later upon catching her silent message. For now he would play the part of obedient subordinate, so long as he reaped the rewards for his performance he did not mind.
Even so he could feel a low growl forming in his throat as she left him to contend with Dane, showing the molten brute more patience and affection then was necessary given the situation. How dare that bitch humiliate him in front of the rest of the pack and then comfort that sniveling little sikla. Distancing himself from the pair he retreated to the brush where the shadows lay waiting to comfort him, sinking into the darkness like a wraith before turning his pitiless gaze back toward the pathetic gathering that had amassed quite literally on Sarnes doorstep.
It appeared that Shunke was more familiar with the newcomer then Awiergan originally thought, his lover showing some recognition of the red furred Kiora upon laying eyes on her. The Red February they called her, an interesting title but one of which was no consequence to ebon mann. Shunke’s presence having settled both the sisters and quarreling males disputes things quickly settled down, everyone falling into line to form an eerie semblance of order out of the chaos that had normally dominated the inhabitance of Sarnes. Such balance seldom warrant any significant change from the voracious rabble and even then such things were only temporary at best. The hostility was still there yet now simply lay suppressed beneath the collective will of the varg gathered, whatever quarrel the sisters might have had lay forgotten for the time being as each turned their attention to the peace offering taking place.
Yet the chaos and pandemonium the rabble had failed to notice the approach of yet another soul. He move swiftly, sweeping silently through the marsh, crimson orbs red orbs burning like twin pyres. The air came alive with the collective snarls of the entire pack, drawn out by a second intrusion on their domain so soon after the first. Hackles bristling Awiergan emerged from his place in the shadows, ivory canines exposed in a menacing displace as he join ranks with his packmates, ready to spring to their aid if need be.
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Dane
Sikla
Shattered Nieten of Sarnes
You called me out; I shrugged you off.
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Post by Dane on Mar 25, 2008 21:06:49 GMT -5
Ignoring the continuous advances that Awiergan and Zukozu were throwing back at eachother, they halted only mere seconds before Shunke's arrival. Smiling smugly to himself, he was relieved if not for his own mother's dignity, than for the fact that they had nearly been caught in the act as well. Give it time, he thought to himself reassuringly, All will be revealed in time. The very phrase seemed to shine through a look which he shot to Awiergan specifically.
Adding to the already established drama (as well as Dane's amusement), Shunke approached the dueling males and snapped her fangs at the ebon brute. Calling him out in particular in defense of her son made Dane's young heart flutter. So she did still care! The joy he was feeling was insuppressible, and to add to the euphoria came a swift but caring lick upon his forehead, coupled with a tender gaze she had shown to no one so far. He failed to see the look she payed to the ebon male that almost seemed like an attempt to make up for her initial outburst. He was too caught up in the affection she had shown him to pay any mind to the affairs of the other pack members; like a loyal dog completely and utterly submerged in the affectionate greeting of its master. The swift departure of Awiergan only made the situation all the more sweet.
Caring naught for the petty arguments occurring around him, he had actually grown agitated with the escalating tension. Though a newcomer had found his way into the center of the squabble, the two sisters seemed to recognize him from days gone by, putting Dane at ease. There was enough energy left over between the lot of them that should the strange male try something hazardous, they would be able to douse him with their strength in numbers. Seeing his opportunity to escape from the turmoil, he made his exit without a fuss as to keep the attention off of him. Before departing, he bowed once more to Shunke to excuse himself respectfully, and then proceeded to rid himself of the encompassing dementia.
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