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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jun 20, 2008 0:28:09 GMT -5
[The first bit of this post relates back to some threads Dak had recently before his venture into Deor. I know it may be a bit confusing if you haven't read those threads or met Dak yet...but I'm honestly at a loss of how else to respond. Hopefully you can understand it well enough.] _____________
Content beside his Drappa, the black male watch as the scene continued to play out beside him. He was pleased with the greetings he'd received, pleased to be fitting for at least the time being. Curving his neck high, Dak took deep breaths and savored the slight tinge that told him healing was taking place. A long cruel bite had throbbed on his neck for many suns now, but here at last he could feel the new growth starting to come. Fragile new skin pulled taught over the wound as his flexed, reminding the mann of his chosen path. With the scar's formation, the actions with which it was caused would soon become the past, and thus his heart would finally begin to heal. Glancing at the grizzled fae beside him, a small but genuine smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. He was struck then for a moment, left wondering if the Deorian leader would ever truly know the part she'd played in his redemption.
With a fresh gust of wind, the dark wolf's thoughts were forced to take a sudden new focus as Deor's formidable Dragga came sweeping into the lands. Standing before them all he was no doubt claiming control over the situation, much to the disappointment of Dakota who had been to itching to show the intruder a thing or two. None the less, the male bowed his head to the alpha a moment, respecting his rights in the pack land. Instead, the mann's emerald stare remained fixed on Genocide, watching for his reaction. As the stranger's crimes were suddenly announced to them though the young voice of Koiji, Dak couldn't help but feel somewhat amused. He was disgusted of course, but even that came more from watching Genocide then in the retelling of his acts. How fake the stranger seemed to his eyes. Standing before them preening, almost as if he sought their approval. As if his actions were only as gruesome as others made them out to be. Without that shock reaction from those he met, Dak reckoned the stranger would cease to be what he thought he was. Instead he'd become another among the masses, thinking they were much tougher then was true.
A catty smile played at his features, then. He watched at Genocide continue to groom himself acting as if he didn't care about anything going on, and he wondered briefly what it would cost him to simply break rank and attack the stranger. Dakota was not a hasty individual and he did not wish to shed blood merely for the hell of it. No, he truly wished to test the stranger. To see if his bravado really could hold up in a fight, if he was everything he wanted others to believe he was. Still, he remained at the fae side, obedient to her wishes, tight muscles bunching as he refused to release the adrenalin coursing in his veins. Averting his eyes so that they once more rested in the fae's golden gaze, Dak's deep voice came out in a low hushed tone. "Mist.", he said, drawing her name out. "You are strong. Banish him from your lands. Show everyone how truly pathetic he is..." His words were not a command to her, but rather an expression of his own feelings. Given the circumstances with which they had met, Dak did not feel burdened by the fae's formal titles nor was he shy about sharing his feelings with her. Instead Dakota looked to her as a friend and hoped that she did the same. So the male did not attempt to hide the sternness in his voice when he spoke again. "Drive him off.", he whispered quietly leaning in close to her ear. "I do not know how much longer I can take this idiocy."
[Bad ending, sorry all. As I said...kind at a lose of what to post]
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Post by Chalos Autumn on Jun 20, 2008 2:21:41 GMT -5
An ear was flicked towards the pup as it broke down, babbling of the stranger's wicked deeds and proving his senses correct. With a deep snarl, however, he soon snapped at Koiji, teeth clicking as jaws closed quickly together, silencing her as crudely as he dared - this was his pack and it was good for the group to witness this display of utter dominance. Besides the fact that he was alpha, Koiji was not a pup of his blood; he was endlessly benevolent allowing young of muddied pedigree to remain in Deor. Ears pinned back, he reprimanded the pup's mother with a look that clearly stated, 'keep her quiet or face the consequences.'
His focus never truly left the killer, an ear always turned in Genocide's direction. The snow-rumped Dragga was also beginning to catch on to the intruder's act, recognising his somehow exaggerated madness - this was not the insanity that had poisoned his brother. Clearly, the beast was theatrical, hoping to make a name for himself in the land of Transylvania. It was a shame (or was it?) that many a villain had beaten him to it. He gave a quick glance around, smirking before he spoke in a cool tone, "We seem to be growing rather.. unimpressed as the day wears on.. wouldn't you agree?" Clever emerald eyes narrowed as Chalos rose slowly out of his defencive stance, concluding that even taking away the fact that he was far larger than Genocide, the murderer was nothing to fear. Any lupine with a smidgen of common sense would have sized up his situation and left Deor without another word, and no beast is more ultimately logical than a cannibal.
The Deorian alpha stood tall, deliberately towering over the group as he glowered down at the attention-seeking little pain-in-the-neck, his lengthy tail raised as high as it could manage. His adopted stance spoke of his absolute supremacy over those around him, hackles raising as his impatience for the situation heightened upon watching Genocide's attention flicking off of the wolves and settling instead on a most unimportant scene. Such defiant behaviour marked the end of the Dragga's grace and with a toss of his head, he roared, "I've given you enough of a chance, little fool - I'll not tolerate disrespect towards this pack, especially towards myself and my Drappa. Mark my words, I'll make an example of you, one that Transylvania will be damned hard-pressed to forget!"
Almost before he had finished speaking, his massive body surged forward, maw opening wide with the deafening roar of a Dragga defending his territory. His teeth flashed in the sunlight as he drew ever closer to Genocide and for just a split second he resembled his brother in all his furious insanity. The wolf had but two options: turn tail and be chased far from Deor or stand and fight, though the latter certainly wouldn't allow him out of the packland without a wound or three. Time seemed to slow as Chalos prepared to collide with the cannibal, his head lowering and aiming for his throat, black lips pulling back and ivory wolven fangs reappearing. It was easy to see from the position of a witness that his aim was beyond inflicting a simple wound - he strove for flat out murder.
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Silve
Sikla
Scout of Deor
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Post by Silve on Jun 20, 2008 14:54:02 GMT -5
Silve could do little more than watch it unfold, as Chalos came in and took over the situation. The fae was little more than a subordinate in her pack, and the authority of the giant Dragga was absolute. His scathing look would have made her recoil in her shock and anger, but in this moment she was more worried for the little ivory pup at her side. A quick look at Mist and Dakota for a gentler rebuke was all that separated the command and it's following. Swiftly she put her muzzle on the cubs side and began to draw her back, further from the situation. "Hush, Koiji, the anger of our Dragga is the last thing we need," she murmured. Hoping that the pup would not be too frightened, Silve couldn't help but be slightly angered at the Dragga. Wasn't her cub frightened enough?
A glaring look passed from the eyes of the cannibal to her cub, and despite herself Silve bared her teeth and moved quickly to stand between her cub and this monstrosity. A faint whisper was heard as Dak murmured to Mist, though Silve could not hear it. The scout wanted nothing more than to howl her opinion to her Drappa, but the presence of the commanding Dragga was more than enough to help the fae to hold her tongue. She knew that in this state it would be more than her life's worth to defy Chalos.
The roar of the enfuriated Dragga was made her recoil suddenly, and she began nudging her cub back away, "Go, back, back, it is too dangerous." She tried to act as a barrier between her cub and the violence that was sure to follow such a proclamation. She was not surprised when the wolf lunged at the cannibal. Surprise was written on her every feature when she saw that her Dragga intended to kill.
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Post by Mist on Jun 20, 2008 22:34:21 GMT -5
Golden eyes narrow as Koiji speaks of Genocide's recent... devilry. Mist draws back her lips to show her teeth in a silent snarl as she thinks of how horrible it would be for a cub to see such a thing. As always in hard situations she thinks of her own cubs and how she would wish them protected and sheltered from any such thing. She would be horrified and disgusted - and she has seen much more in her lifetime than Koiji has in hers and wouldn't be as easily affected.
As Genocide glares at Koiji, Mist's snarl is heard. Low, almost inaudible, a deep rumble comes from her throat. This... filthy cannibal has no right to threaten or silence any of her pack. Lifting her head back in silence the grey Drappa narrows her eyes again as she notices something. For the black and red mann to have felt that he needed to glare at Koiji, he cannot possibly be as unconcerned as he pretends. Chalos' snarl turns her immediate attention and even most of her thoughts away from the stranger and she stiffens in fury at her own Dragga. Silve and Koiji are valued members of Deor, and Chalos is making no friends by threatening his own pack members. Though she will not confront him openly now - it is not the time - she will certainly speak to him later. Draggas and Drappas are, yes, the leaders, but they will not last if they do not have the respect of their pack, and Chalos' unrestrained anger has gained him no respect. If the ash-grey Drappa was closer to her Dragga, she would have now said something to him or at least shown her own anger, but her position does not allow that, and though she sees Silve's controlled anger and wishes to address it, there is a more immediate concern.
Genocide is a fool. There is no doubt of that. It would have been unwise of him to stay and further taunt Deor's vargs by his unconcern even if Chalos hadn't joined the group. She watches the cannibal closely, trying to even get a glimpse of why he is what he is.
If his crimes had been less gruesome, she would probably be able to find it in her heart to feel sorry for him. The thought that he must have something horrible in his past flits through her mind and then she pushes it away. He has chosen his path - and some vargs are evil from the beginning, even with every opportunity. And no matter - whatever his past is, this is now, and from his actions and foolishness, she wouldn't even look for hope in his future. It is in Mist's heart to wish happiness for everyone and to think there is the possibility of goodness in all - but she is a varg, and the life of a varg is not an easy one. Sometimes there is no light to be found in the darkness...
Her musings are abruptly cut off as Dakota speaks, and she turns her gaze to meet his emerald eyes. Her own gaze is hard and only one, such as Dak, who knows her well would be able to see any emotion within them. She nods slowly, almost lazily as she effects the same indifferent attitude as Dak had before, and as, it seems, Genocide has. It is an uncommon stance for her, but it fits the situation. A quiet, breathy laugh rumbles from her chest, only to be heard close to her. "He is a fool. Why he came here in the first place makes no sense." She turns her graceful neck back to its previous position to gaze at the other two manns present - Deor's proud Dragga and the intruding cannibal.
She rises to her feet and takes a step forward, thinking to follow through on Dak's words. It is a moment later that Chalos, having not seen her get up, roars out his challenge and leaps forward. There is nothing Mist can do - nothing any of them can do. As the giant form of the Dragga hurtles through the air Mist stiffens as she remembers a somewhat similar scene. Of course the circumstances were completely different, but it was still bloodshed in the Deor packlands. She can do nothing but watch, but no matter what the outcome is, she will make Chalos speak with her. He is surely letting his passions overcome his logic - something a Dragga cannot do. The two must work side by side for effective leadership - and defense of one's territory and pack shouldn't come to murder without more intense provocation...
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Koiji. ♫
Sikla
Deorian Scout
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Post by Koiji. ♫ on Jun 25, 2008 12:22:55 GMT -5
//This post sucks, I'm sorry about that x3 It's scattered and really not working well. \\ Nothing's going to harm you... This day was proving to be one of the worst days that the cub had ever had. She was sick to death of the ebony and crimson mann, acting like he knew it all. Being a smart ass. Her thoughts were now scattered, and her little outburst was definatly not going un noticed. Once out, Genocide snapped at her to be quiet, something the young wolf wishes that she had done. She knew that throughout the day she had been a thorn in this mann's side, and she, in the litteral sense, wished to remove herself from that postition. She withdrew her self farther back behind Silve, not wanting to cause more of a fuss than she already had. She disliked being a pain to anybody, and hated it when she knew that she was getting on someone's nerves. Flicking her tail nervously, she waits to see if there are any more reactions to her accusations.
What happened next made her shake even more violently that she had been before, she heard Chalos before she saw him, and suddenly his jaws were snapping near enough to her face. Startled she shot back as far away from Silve's side as she dared, shaking, but managing to stifle the wimpers that were forming in her throat. The look on Chalos' face told her a lot too, for one thing she could see that he didn't like the fact she wasn't of his own blood, and that she had dared to speak out of line. She knew that she must have come across as rude, so she just backed away, like a Sikla cowering from fear. She daren't speak, and the Dragga's face told her and her mother that she should keep quiet. Koiji had full intentions of doing just that.
Why? She asked herself. Why did I have to even go out of the pack boundry like that? She was regretting it now, she loved to explore, but doing that seemed to come at a cost these days. She noticed Mist and Dak speaking just to the side of where her and Silve stood, she knew that they were talking about Genocide. Looking around the rest of the group, she knew Silve held a tense posture, she looked last at her Dragga. She feared him slightly now, she knew that he was being defensive of his pack, but the cub didn't want to cross him.
The moments drifted slowly by, and with each one that passed, Koiji seemed to grow more on edge. She didn't want to talk anymore, she was too scared for that, and wanted nothing more than to be safe. Stupid thing to think now really, a thought was itching the back of her head, telling her that she'd be kicked out of Deor now for sure.
Turing her attention back to the suituation at hand, the cub noticed that Mist was stepping forward, hopefully she was going to send Genocide on his way. But before Mist had taken a step, a huge bear like figure had slung itself at the cannibal. Koiji couldn't help but gasp. Silve muttered to her to get back, and she did, but couldn't help but watch the scene with mild horror. She didn't want to witness another death, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the fight that was obviously about to unfold. From behind Silve the cub watched, struck by the terror of her day, and the scene that was playing out in front of her, she couldn't do anything about it, and it was all her fault that this had happened. ...Not while I'm around
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Genocide
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Post by Genocide on Jun 26, 2008 15:19:27 GMT -5
But though the crimson and ebony mann always appeared cocky and came across many as a fool that should be taught the ways of the wild he was much clever and more devious then many granted him the credit of being. His attention remained smartly on Chalos as he knew the mann would lose his patience and that was never a good thing even for a dragga. To lose patience meant to lose one's self restrain and stray from the path of sanity for even the slightest of seconds, to lose sight of yourself was such a terrible thing. So Genocide remained collected, biding his time all the while knowing when to move. He knew it would be soon when the dragga snapped at little koiji and for a moment he felt the slightest bit sorry for the little runt, however he could not help but mentally scoff at Chalos 'making and example' out of him
When the large mann lunged the cannibal only smirked, though Chalos was bigger then him that obviously meant he was slower since it took more effort to move the bulk of his body, Gen used this fact to his advantage. Waiting until the right second the cannibal dropped to the ground and rolled easily out of the way of the attacking Dragga, a mad smile curling his black blood encrusted lips like a sickening make up that the devil had created. Eyes gleaming viciously in the dimming light the cannibal hopped easily onto a nearby rock face, moving fast and swift for one of his size but he would have an easier time than Chalos would have.
Quickly bounding to the top the ebony and crimson mann again settled on his haunches atop the stone and smiled slowly, eyeing the pack but then his expression became stoic and he again spoke, his words now sounding like a sweet poison unto the ears of those who listened, something you knew was deadly... but it tasted too good to stop drinking "Beware of rage dragga.... for too much leads to chaos... and chaos eventually leads to bloodshed and madness." he warned coldly, no longer playing the fool he had been a while ago, he had seen dragga's fall to their rage, their pack growing resentful and angry over their drunken judgement, so he parted a little warning, his voice not showing disrespect like before.
Then his eyes moved to land on Koiji, he remained silent for a second or two longer until finally he stood once again and called in that same poisonous but warning tone "Little Koiji... Learn from this... do not be so trusting to all who you meet... for one day you may come across one worse then I... and unlike me they may not allow you to return to your pack where as I have brought you back of my own accord." he paused and looked around for a moment and then he bowed his head with a soft "heh." and then turned and began to silently trot off and away from the pack, more then likely leaving a few embers of burning hate of him in their minds.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Jun 29, 2008 23:49:15 GMT -5
[Hrm, well here goes nothin'.]
Watching all unfold before him, the tall male was growing more and more uneasy. The stranger Genocide was not making any moves to leave, rather preferring to issue continues threats to the pack land and it's members. He seemed to take particular interest in Silve's young cub, a fact that only further ignited the male's will to act. He was not used to this passive approach, the idea that one must be further provoked into action. Dakota had lived long enough as a kerl to know and accept the idea that the first one to act usually had an advantage. Yet here he remained still beside the grizzled fae, blazing eyes flicking between the group members in obvious impatients. It was then, at last, things seemed to start rolling. Chalos, Deor's bear-like Dragga, was suddenly rushing the stranger, his eyes alight in fury.
On his feet seconds later, Dak was soon poised and ready for his own attack as he watched to see which direction Genocide would move. Miraculously the would-be killer then found himself perched upon a jagged grey stone. The wolf was speaking, attempting it seemed, to offer a bit of brotherly advice. Putnar to putnar. Once more the dark fighter felt thick laughter welling in his throat. Did this kerl, this mangy waste of breath really believe himself to be on the same level of an alpha? Any pack would do would do for comparison...it wouldn't change the fact that in earth's grand scheme, the self-proclaimed cannibal measured up as little more then the lowliest Sikla. Still, when Genocide had finished his little speech and proceeded to walk away from them all, Dak found his desire to test the stranger had not lessened in the least.
The respectful, soldier like qualities in him called for obedience. For the continued diligence at Mist's side and the completion of her wishes that no more blood would be spilled. Meanwhile the wild kerl spirit he'd once had, the mann he'd been before all this, and the desire to prove himself...twisted and raged in his heart. Genocide had called a dare upon them, showing blatantly that he thought he could go where he pleased when he pleased. He had turned a lucky turn of events into a chance to shame them all. For Genocide had been lucky. Rage or not, the smaller wolf could never best Chalos in face to face fighting. Such occurrences could not be allowed, they were insults, to ignore them would be to accept them...and that would never be something the proud wolf could stomach.
Making his choice, Dakota moved slowly around the small family circle. Stopping first at Silve, the male smiled at her once more before bending to peer at her cub. Nudging the little pup softly with his nose, Dak smiled at her as well, locking emerald eyes with hers, offering what reassurance he had. Next he moved toward Chalos, taking slow deliberate steps. This would be the first time Dak had seen Chalos since his return, his first time meeting up with the Dragga face to face. Bowing his head low, the mann shouldered his pride and crouched before the mighty wolf. "Chalos.", he spoke in a voice deep with old emotion. "I am sorry for the loss of your mate, though I am glad to see you healthy and well. May my services be yours...while I can offer them." Slipping out of his respectful stance, Dak at last ventured back to Mist. Rubbing shoulders with her briefly he said simply. "Thank your gods, my dear. That could have been worse then it was." Stepping off a few paces, Dak continued in the same low whispering voice. "I cannot stay.", he said. "There is business for me. Just beyond the borders."
Then, reclining his head to them once more he moved off. Head and body crouched in a careful stalk, the big male melded into the shadows. He would follow the stranger's haughty steps until they either left the boarders or until he came upon the mutt himself. Then and only then would he allow himself to let loose the dark desire to fight. If Genocide was gone from the lands by the time he reached their boarders, then the meeting would have to be postponed. Put off for a time until another opportunity arose. It would not be forgotten though. Dak's mind did not burn with hate or humiliation, but with the deep sense of honor that coursed in his veins. If the stranger wanted to bill himself such a threat, then he would have prove it. Sooner or later, whether he knew it or not, Genocide would find himself in a battle he wouldn't be able to bound out of.
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