Post by † Demon † on Dec 21, 2005 17:00:11 GMT -5
Woah.. I am writing a lot, aint I? Heh. Spell checker still aint working... Grr!
Tarkah chuckled to herself as she walked down the path into the lower depths of the landscape. She wished she could have seen the look on Markaz's face if he had ever found out the truth. She still wondered what her face must have been like when she found out the news; after all, what Markaz and Shatocwnn dad was considered extremely crazy, almost insane--it was forbidden among putnar laws. However, Tarkah supposed that Markaz had no female left to turn to, and since Shatocwnn was the only female, enemy of Demon or not, who showed him any love before he became pack leader of Koran, Tarkah guessed that in the long run, neither of them had much choice. Yet, it was still hard to grasp that two completely different beings; sane, and insane, could produce an offspring. But now this would be her secret weapon, and with it, she knew she could fulfill the one dream that had haunted her since her birth. Her ultimate goal was certainly going to come true; she would rule the valley, make the vargs do whatever she wished. At last she, and her pack, would be at the top of the food chain, and she would finally be Queen of Tratto's valley. Tarkah smiled darkly...make that Tarkah's valley. As soon as her mate, Andre, had reassembled her pack, she would invade the entire valley. With all her secret weapons that were harboured in her grasp, she would overwhelm the vargs into submission. However, it was true; if most of the vargs died in the battle, she wouldn't mind that too much. For it all, she wouldn't shead a single tear on the matter--Tarkah burst out laughing at that thought, yet was cut short by a quiet, male's voice.
"What's so funny?" Tarkah looked down at the small cub, who had apparently been following her, she grinned a smile that she hoped was a pleasant one this time. "Hello there, dear. Have you found your mother and father yet?" Tarkah hated to keep such a game going, but she couldn't let this abomination know the truth of his heritage. No matter how much he looked, acted, or smelled like Markaz. "No, I don't think I'll ever--" He paused, Tarkah secretly rolling her eyes to the heavens as he started scratching himself, "Ugh! These bugs, they wont stop biting me again! I mean I dont think I'll ever--" Another pause, Tarkah's patience was fading. "--find out who my mother and father is..."
Tarkah shook her head, giving the cub a twisted attempt of a warm smile. "Don't worry little one. What was it I heard that one time...?" She couldn't remember. Her mind was crammed with thoughts of earlier. "Oh well, just trust me, my little friend--soon you'll understand everything..." Tarkah had a hard time trying to keep a straight face, especially when she knew what the name this cub had meant in human terms. Yet, before the youthful male could reply, another voice broke into the air. "Leave him alone, Tarkah!" The white female turned, only to find a darker female stride upto her; her face like thunder. "How can you even let yourself speak to him when you know what you did to his--" Shatocwnn was cut short of her words, Tarkah's gaze strong and deadly as she spoke. "Hush. Quiet Shatocwnn, we don't want our little friend to get confused now, do we?" Shatocwnn was about to reply, a sharp growl building in her throat, yet again she was interrupted. Not by a speech, but by a scream. Kadin's scream. Both female's froze for a second, silence drowning the atmosphere--yet this time Tarkah had the sense. "What in the name of Tor?" She ran toward the sound as fast as her paws would carry her, yelling back to Shatocwnn before she faded into the distance. "Shatocwnn! Take Damian and get out of here, now!"
Tarkah ran back into the cabin minutes later, catching her paw on a piece of glass. She would of cried out in pain, yet her mind became intoxicated in the smell of blood. It was painted thickly into her skull--this didn't trigger anything, it was the scent of death which ticked her off. Without thinking, she clambered down concrete steps again, almost tripping over the last one; only to be greeted by Kadin being choked to death by a shadowed female. Tarkah gasped. It was obvios that Kadin's life was long extinguised as his head hung loosely from Demon's grasp; yet with a slight twist of the ebony neck, Demon dropped the lifeless male. Tarkah's jaw dropped like a pile of bricks as she realized who she was now staring at--the horror shooting in her veins. It was the wolf she had seen when she had her pack had killed Markaz; the wolf she'd grown up with. Without thinking, a bumble of questions rolled from her pale tongue, every part of her body shaking in fear--was her time really up? "You. Why are...What are you...What are you doing?" Demon smirked, looking over the corpses that scattered by the fireplace. Turning attention back to Tarkah, the black devil sniggered at the ivory stupidity in the room. "What am I doing?" mocked Demon, treading closer to the white witch before her. "What does it look like I am doing, wolf? You are more stupid than I thought..." Letting a fierce grin slide onto her maw, the black she-wolf tipped her head slightly to the left, listening quietly as the female spoke. "You've killed my daughter. My son-in-law!" The anger was rising, Demon could taste it in all its glory; oh, that sweet sweet opium was back, and by Tor's head, it really was such a buzz.
"Oh, you can state the obvious then," cooed the dark seductress, her orbs flickering with that eerie sense of madness, blood drying over her facade; the blood of revenge as she had so lovingly called it. "But do you not see? I am having my revenge. After all, YOU killed my lover--and my cub!" Demon's tone remained calm, yet the bloodlust kept on growing. Sooner or later, this female knew, she would have to taste another's soul--just thinking of it aroused that glory in her skull. "I'm going to make you suffer Demon...I swear it!" Demon smirked, not even flinching as such remarks were made. In some cases, her embracing of death seemed impressing, or foolish; nevertheless, Demon waited, knowing that today was not her day to die. "Come on then, wench! Impress me..." With a snarl, Tarkah dropped to a low stance, beginning to pace around the shadowed beast. Demon, in turn, did the same; knowing this routine all too well. "What are you waiting for, she-wolf?" mocked Demon, watching as Tarkah's heistation only brought humour to the sticky situation. Yet, surprisingly, Tarkah had a somewhat snappy comeback--something no Drappa usually brings up in such events, "I was just thinking about what your blood will taste like..." Demon smirked, staring coldly into the eyes of crystal before her. For a moment, pure silence was all around, yet the black wolf greeted such words with something twice as harsh--and something that was fact. "You know, that is funny; I was thinking the exact same thing...Difference is, I plan on finding out!" With a deafening roar, Demon lunged at the ivory femme, but unlike her dead friends, Tarkah was a tad more experienced in combat. She expertly sidestepped and swung her claws in a well-known backward slash--claws ripping a long gash in Demon's side.
"Ha! First blood is scored by me, just like I did with Markaz!" Tarkah never heard a louder roar, a roar of madness. Demon swung her head back toward Tarkah, body shaking with unbreakable fury--orbs burning with hate, and desire to destruct. She lunged again, more force than a speeding bullet. Tarkah tried to sidestep once more, but her instincts were too slow, the enraged, and insane beast tackled the ivory componant down to the ground. Tarkah closed her eyes, awaiting for the impending doom; yet to her surprise, nothing came. No pain was felt. Looking up, Tarkah saw the ghostly female standing over her, snarling and smirking with triumph. "Before you die, Tarkah, I want you to know who it was that killed you--and I want you to know what you did to me..." Tarkah's face was painted with confusion, in her eyes, this wolf was mad. Completely and utterly insane. "What are you talking about? Seriously?" Yet, even before Tarkah could finish her sentence, a rush of angered words came straight at her; it caused her to wince slightly. This wasn't something she wished to hear. "You killed Markaz! He was my life, my mate, my reason! Yet, what makes the situation ten-times worse is that afterward, you and your pack, killed an innocent cub! That was my son--But worst of all, you killed Stormy, and...created me!"
The words stormed through Tarkah's soul. Now it all made sense. The hate, the rage, the insanity. Helpless, she tried one last attempt to stop her fate. "No! Let me explain...I have a mate. I have cubs!" Yet to her ultimate plan came destruction, words of Demon flowed like poison. "I am hate, fury, madness--all in one. I am Demon." As Demon plunged toward her pale throat, Tarkah screamed in desperation. She hoped something she said worked; her actions seemed meaningless. "No wait! Stop! If you kill me, you are no better than myself!" It didn't work. In a last attempt to save her skin, Tarkah flailed wildly with her claws, managing to grab Demon's left ear--it stopped the plunge. Glancing at her ear, Demon gave Tarkah a grin which froze her to the core. Demon, without no thought, ripped her skull the opposite way. Screaming in pain, it came to realization that a huge chunk of her ear remained attached to Tarkah's claws. Snarling, Demon looked back down at the white female; eyes glowing like fire, dripping with poisoned tears. "I'll see you in hell--sister!" She tore her jaws toward the Drappa's throat, clamped her muzzle around it. And, with all her strength, she pulled--her eyes closed. She was rewarded with a river of blood. The killing spree had begun.
Tarkah chuckled to herself as she walked down the path into the lower depths of the landscape. She wished she could have seen the look on Markaz's face if he had ever found out the truth. She still wondered what her face must have been like when she found out the news; after all, what Markaz and Shatocwnn dad was considered extremely crazy, almost insane--it was forbidden among putnar laws. However, Tarkah supposed that Markaz had no female left to turn to, and since Shatocwnn was the only female, enemy of Demon or not, who showed him any love before he became pack leader of Koran, Tarkah guessed that in the long run, neither of them had much choice. Yet, it was still hard to grasp that two completely different beings; sane, and insane, could produce an offspring. But now this would be her secret weapon, and with it, she knew she could fulfill the one dream that had haunted her since her birth. Her ultimate goal was certainly going to come true; she would rule the valley, make the vargs do whatever she wished. At last she, and her pack, would be at the top of the food chain, and she would finally be Queen of Tratto's valley. Tarkah smiled darkly...make that Tarkah's valley. As soon as her mate, Andre, had reassembled her pack, she would invade the entire valley. With all her secret weapons that were harboured in her grasp, she would overwhelm the vargs into submission. However, it was true; if most of the vargs died in the battle, she wouldn't mind that too much. For it all, she wouldn't shead a single tear on the matter--Tarkah burst out laughing at that thought, yet was cut short by a quiet, male's voice.
"What's so funny?" Tarkah looked down at the small cub, who had apparently been following her, she grinned a smile that she hoped was a pleasant one this time. "Hello there, dear. Have you found your mother and father yet?" Tarkah hated to keep such a game going, but she couldn't let this abomination know the truth of his heritage. No matter how much he looked, acted, or smelled like Markaz. "No, I don't think I'll ever--" He paused, Tarkah secretly rolling her eyes to the heavens as he started scratching himself, "Ugh! These bugs, they wont stop biting me again! I mean I dont think I'll ever--" Another pause, Tarkah's patience was fading. "--find out who my mother and father is..."
Tarkah shook her head, giving the cub a twisted attempt of a warm smile. "Don't worry little one. What was it I heard that one time...?" She couldn't remember. Her mind was crammed with thoughts of earlier. "Oh well, just trust me, my little friend--soon you'll understand everything..." Tarkah had a hard time trying to keep a straight face, especially when she knew what the name this cub had meant in human terms. Yet, before the youthful male could reply, another voice broke into the air. "Leave him alone, Tarkah!" The white female turned, only to find a darker female stride upto her; her face like thunder. "How can you even let yourself speak to him when you know what you did to his--" Shatocwnn was cut short of her words, Tarkah's gaze strong and deadly as she spoke. "Hush. Quiet Shatocwnn, we don't want our little friend to get confused now, do we?" Shatocwnn was about to reply, a sharp growl building in her throat, yet again she was interrupted. Not by a speech, but by a scream. Kadin's scream. Both female's froze for a second, silence drowning the atmosphere--yet this time Tarkah had the sense. "What in the name of Tor?" She ran toward the sound as fast as her paws would carry her, yelling back to Shatocwnn before she faded into the distance. "Shatocwnn! Take Damian and get out of here, now!"
Tarkah ran back into the cabin minutes later, catching her paw on a piece of glass. She would of cried out in pain, yet her mind became intoxicated in the smell of blood. It was painted thickly into her skull--this didn't trigger anything, it was the scent of death which ticked her off. Without thinking, she clambered down concrete steps again, almost tripping over the last one; only to be greeted by Kadin being choked to death by a shadowed female. Tarkah gasped. It was obvios that Kadin's life was long extinguised as his head hung loosely from Demon's grasp; yet with a slight twist of the ebony neck, Demon dropped the lifeless male. Tarkah's jaw dropped like a pile of bricks as she realized who she was now staring at--the horror shooting in her veins. It was the wolf she had seen when she had her pack had killed Markaz; the wolf she'd grown up with. Without thinking, a bumble of questions rolled from her pale tongue, every part of her body shaking in fear--was her time really up? "You. Why are...What are you...What are you doing?" Demon smirked, looking over the corpses that scattered by the fireplace. Turning attention back to Tarkah, the black devil sniggered at the ivory stupidity in the room. "What am I doing?" mocked Demon, treading closer to the white witch before her. "What does it look like I am doing, wolf? You are more stupid than I thought..." Letting a fierce grin slide onto her maw, the black she-wolf tipped her head slightly to the left, listening quietly as the female spoke. "You've killed my daughter. My son-in-law!" The anger was rising, Demon could taste it in all its glory; oh, that sweet sweet opium was back, and by Tor's head, it really was such a buzz.
"Oh, you can state the obvious then," cooed the dark seductress, her orbs flickering with that eerie sense of madness, blood drying over her facade; the blood of revenge as she had so lovingly called it. "But do you not see? I am having my revenge. After all, YOU killed my lover--and my cub!" Demon's tone remained calm, yet the bloodlust kept on growing. Sooner or later, this female knew, she would have to taste another's soul--just thinking of it aroused that glory in her skull. "I'm going to make you suffer Demon...I swear it!" Demon smirked, not even flinching as such remarks were made. In some cases, her embracing of death seemed impressing, or foolish; nevertheless, Demon waited, knowing that today was not her day to die. "Come on then, wench! Impress me..." With a snarl, Tarkah dropped to a low stance, beginning to pace around the shadowed beast. Demon, in turn, did the same; knowing this routine all too well. "What are you waiting for, she-wolf?" mocked Demon, watching as Tarkah's heistation only brought humour to the sticky situation. Yet, surprisingly, Tarkah had a somewhat snappy comeback--something no Drappa usually brings up in such events, "I was just thinking about what your blood will taste like..." Demon smirked, staring coldly into the eyes of crystal before her. For a moment, pure silence was all around, yet the black wolf greeted such words with something twice as harsh--and something that was fact. "You know, that is funny; I was thinking the exact same thing...Difference is, I plan on finding out!" With a deafening roar, Demon lunged at the ivory femme, but unlike her dead friends, Tarkah was a tad more experienced in combat. She expertly sidestepped and swung her claws in a well-known backward slash--claws ripping a long gash in Demon's side.
"Ha! First blood is scored by me, just like I did with Markaz!" Tarkah never heard a louder roar, a roar of madness. Demon swung her head back toward Tarkah, body shaking with unbreakable fury--orbs burning with hate, and desire to destruct. She lunged again, more force than a speeding bullet. Tarkah tried to sidestep once more, but her instincts were too slow, the enraged, and insane beast tackled the ivory componant down to the ground. Tarkah closed her eyes, awaiting for the impending doom; yet to her surprise, nothing came. No pain was felt. Looking up, Tarkah saw the ghostly female standing over her, snarling and smirking with triumph. "Before you die, Tarkah, I want you to know who it was that killed you--and I want you to know what you did to me..." Tarkah's face was painted with confusion, in her eyes, this wolf was mad. Completely and utterly insane. "What are you talking about? Seriously?" Yet, even before Tarkah could finish her sentence, a rush of angered words came straight at her; it caused her to wince slightly. This wasn't something she wished to hear. "You killed Markaz! He was my life, my mate, my reason! Yet, what makes the situation ten-times worse is that afterward, you and your pack, killed an innocent cub! That was my son--But worst of all, you killed Stormy, and...created me!"
The words stormed through Tarkah's soul. Now it all made sense. The hate, the rage, the insanity. Helpless, she tried one last attempt to stop her fate. "No! Let me explain...I have a mate. I have cubs!" Yet to her ultimate plan came destruction, words of Demon flowed like poison. "I am hate, fury, madness--all in one. I am Demon." As Demon plunged toward her pale throat, Tarkah screamed in desperation. She hoped something she said worked; her actions seemed meaningless. "No wait! Stop! If you kill me, you are no better than myself!" It didn't work. In a last attempt to save her skin, Tarkah flailed wildly with her claws, managing to grab Demon's left ear--it stopped the plunge. Glancing at her ear, Demon gave Tarkah a grin which froze her to the core. Demon, without no thought, ripped her skull the opposite way. Screaming in pain, it came to realization that a huge chunk of her ear remained attached to Tarkah's claws. Snarling, Demon looked back down at the white female; eyes glowing like fire, dripping with poisoned tears. "I'll see you in hell--sister!" She tore her jaws toward the Drappa's throat, clamped her muzzle around it. And, with all her strength, she pulled--her eyes closed. She was rewarded with a river of blood. The killing spree had begun.
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