Post by Phyco on Jan 28, 2006 11:53:33 GMT -5
(I made this in a post, that went over the ten thousand mark by the time I'd done it, this is the story which my carrie Denali told of her past 
A black brute with red eyes rose on an ice-capped mountain. Jaws parted, tongue lolling, a swelling horde of swaying lone wolves weaved beneath him, he howled. Down in a valley below The Deor shivered with fear, one stood strongly out front on a rocky ledge. The she-wolf was golden, her eyes steely blue, scars riveted over her sleek fur. Behind her stood ranks of strong, bulky warriors, more skilled than the lone wolves, but far outnumbered. The golden fem did not shake in fear, her pose noble as her eyes set upon her target. She raised her muzzle, and a strong and bold howl boomed up towards the mountain. The warriors behind the golden fem howled with her, their notes added to the song. The black brute growled, he thrusted his head forwards and snarled, he leapt from the mountain and rushed down towards the valley crater, where the warriors were waiting. The scruffy lone wolves jaws parted hungrily, the scent of blood already thick in their jaws, with mad barks, growls, snarls, and even some whimpers they charged after the black wolf.
The golden fem still did not quake, she spread her paws, her golden frame swished as she nodded to her pack. She leapt out bravely into the horde oncoming, urged on by their leaders fearlessness the warriors gave a roar together and charged head into the battle. The golden fem fought viciously, none could stand in her way, blood matted around her gold muzzle she sook out The Basal's current leader, there he was, the black brute, mercilessly slaughtering a warriors of her pack. With a furious snarl she hurled herself at him. She pounded him away from the other fem, and lashed out with deadly accuracy. The ebon brute laughed nastily, the wounds she inflicted healed afore her eyes with a pale red flash. The black brute flung himself at her. The golden fem, now recognizable as the Alphess of the pack fought unbearable odds with the leader. She slew any who attempted to assist him, and fought viciously. Soon they both had latched onto the others neck, she snapped down, blood seeped into her mouth, a searing pain throbbed through her neck. She stumbled back, and saw the black brute crumple to the ground, a demon slain by a mortal. She raised her muzzle for a victory howl, but no sound came, she stared about, everything moved slowly. Panicked muzzles yowled and barked things, but she heard nothing, just saw them moving. She curled her crania and peered at her neck, she saw blood, much of it, it was her own, dripping from her own neck, a deadly wound.
The golden fem looked up, then crumpled to the ground. Warriors crowded around her, but were caught off-guard, the lone wolves struck with immense force and power. They drove The Deor back, lowly slaughtering all of the pack. Soon they had finished, they saw The Deor's Alphess lying still, thinking her slain, they howled a victory, though many of their number were slain. They also spied their Alpha Brute laying slain, and gasped, they had known him a demon, and they knew that none other than the Alphess had done it. It seemed they had killed each other, the Golden Alphess doing a far greater deed.
They then moved to the pack's defenseless, the omegas, the pups, the Alphess's own, the elders, and slew them all. Including a pair of two nobly-held wolves. They left the scene with bloodied maws, The Basal had suffered a great loss, but also a great win, they had taken out the massive threat of The Deor.
Later the golden fem arose, slowly, very slowly, for awhile she lived on the enemy's carcasses, not bearing to be able to bite into the flesh of her old friends. She knew they were all dead, and usually would never of even eaten any wolf, but she knew it was the only way to survive. The Alphess soon grew strong again, she sook out the black demon, whose eyes still glinted with evil. She gave him a dishonor by spitting on his carcass, and slowly left the place. The woodlands told her of every other pack's hearing of The Deor's fate. She solemnly traveled on, she soon heard noble tales of her own fate through gossip of the woodlands. It told of how the mighty fem had fought the black demon alpha of the Basal and won, with victory she had received a grievous wound and died fighting for her pack. She had then been given the honorable name of Dasal the Golden. Dasal had been her name, though she knew she could not use it, if she did, news of her surviving would travel to The Basal, and they would surely seek her out and slay her. For their honor, not that they even had any. So she took on a new name, Denali, remembering to keep the first letter of her old name in her new name so she never forgot it. She was still weak when winter returned, she stumbled to a cave made of ice. She knew it had a warning scent around it, and even that another wolven brute had lived here. But still entered. This was the home of Tundra the Guardian, he gave refuge to many wounded wolven. Denali had told him how she had come into a clash with a Basal Patrol, and how she had just escaped with her life. She knew it was only half the truth, but also only half a lie. Tundra had taken her under wing, and once he even told her the story of The Basal, The Deor & Dasal the Golden, she felt honored. The entire tale spoke of her and her pack, and how they were cruelly slaughtered. Denali had wanted to tell him of her still being alive, as the brute had even wept himself during the tale, telling of how the famous leader had been the best ever to live, and how now it was forbidden to speak of the tale of Dasal the Golden, or even speak the name. Tundra had even spoken of how she defeated the black demon lord of The Basal, and how she had died by a grievous wound to the neck. Denali had said that the wound was from her skirmish with The Basal, and said she herself was an Omega, she had kept with the story ever since.
A black brute with red eyes rose on an ice-capped mountain. Jaws parted, tongue lolling, a swelling horde of swaying lone wolves weaved beneath him, he howled. Down in a valley below The Deor shivered with fear, one stood strongly out front on a rocky ledge. The she-wolf was golden, her eyes steely blue, scars riveted over her sleek fur. Behind her stood ranks of strong, bulky warriors, more skilled than the lone wolves, but far outnumbered. The golden fem did not shake in fear, her pose noble as her eyes set upon her target. She raised her muzzle, and a strong and bold howl boomed up towards the mountain. The warriors behind the golden fem howled with her, their notes added to the song. The black brute growled, he thrusted his head forwards and snarled, he leapt from the mountain and rushed down towards the valley crater, where the warriors were waiting. The scruffy lone wolves jaws parted hungrily, the scent of blood already thick in their jaws, with mad barks, growls, snarls, and even some whimpers they charged after the black wolf.
The golden fem still did not quake, she spread her paws, her golden frame swished as she nodded to her pack. She leapt out bravely into the horde oncoming, urged on by their leaders fearlessness the warriors gave a roar together and charged head into the battle. The golden fem fought viciously, none could stand in her way, blood matted around her gold muzzle she sook out The Basal's current leader, there he was, the black brute, mercilessly slaughtering a warriors of her pack. With a furious snarl she hurled herself at him. She pounded him away from the other fem, and lashed out with deadly accuracy. The ebon brute laughed nastily, the wounds she inflicted healed afore her eyes with a pale red flash. The black brute flung himself at her. The golden fem, now recognizable as the Alphess of the pack fought unbearable odds with the leader. She slew any who attempted to assist him, and fought viciously. Soon they both had latched onto the others neck, she snapped down, blood seeped into her mouth, a searing pain throbbed through her neck. She stumbled back, and saw the black brute crumple to the ground, a demon slain by a mortal. She raised her muzzle for a victory howl, but no sound came, she stared about, everything moved slowly. Panicked muzzles yowled and barked things, but she heard nothing, just saw them moving. She curled her crania and peered at her neck, she saw blood, much of it, it was her own, dripping from her own neck, a deadly wound.
The golden fem looked up, then crumpled to the ground. Warriors crowded around her, but were caught off-guard, the lone wolves struck with immense force and power. They drove The Deor back, lowly slaughtering all of the pack. Soon they had finished, they saw The Deor's Alphess lying still, thinking her slain, they howled a victory, though many of their number were slain. They also spied their Alpha Brute laying slain, and gasped, they had known him a demon, and they knew that none other than the Alphess had done it. It seemed they had killed each other, the Golden Alphess doing a far greater deed.
They then moved to the pack's defenseless, the omegas, the pups, the Alphess's own, the elders, and slew them all. Including a pair of two nobly-held wolves. They left the scene with bloodied maws, The Basal had suffered a great loss, but also a great win, they had taken out the massive threat of The Deor.
Later the golden fem arose, slowly, very slowly, for awhile she lived on the enemy's carcasses, not bearing to be able to bite into the flesh of her old friends. She knew they were all dead, and usually would never of even eaten any wolf, but she knew it was the only way to survive. The Alphess soon grew strong again, she sook out the black demon, whose eyes still glinted with evil. She gave him a dishonor by spitting on his carcass, and slowly left the place. The woodlands told her of every other pack's hearing of The Deor's fate. She solemnly traveled on, she soon heard noble tales of her own fate through gossip of the woodlands. It told of how the mighty fem had fought the black demon alpha of the Basal and won, with victory she had received a grievous wound and died fighting for her pack. She had then been given the honorable name of Dasal the Golden. Dasal had been her name, though she knew she could not use it, if she did, news of her surviving would travel to The Basal, and they would surely seek her out and slay her. For their honor, not that they even had any. So she took on a new name, Denali, remembering to keep the first letter of her old name in her new name so she never forgot it. She was still weak when winter returned, she stumbled to a cave made of ice. She knew it had a warning scent around it, and even that another wolven brute had lived here. But still entered. This was the home of Tundra the Guardian, he gave refuge to many wounded wolven. Denali had told him how she had come into a clash with a Basal Patrol, and how she had just escaped with her life. She knew it was only half the truth, but also only half a lie. Tundra had taken her under wing, and once he even told her the story of The Basal, The Deor & Dasal the Golden, she felt honored. The entire tale spoke of her and her pack, and how they were cruelly slaughtered. Denali had wanted to tell him of her still being alive, as the brute had even wept himself during the tale, telling of how the famous leader had been the best ever to live, and how now it was forbidden to speak of the tale of Dasal the Golden, or even speak the name. Tundra had even spoken of how she defeated the black demon lord of The Basal, and how she had died by a grievous wound to the neck. Denali had said that the wound was from her skirmish with The Basal, and said she herself was an Omega, she had kept with the story ever since.
anyways "Denali" now lives with a pack called IcePaw Pack, its from a site I'm on called K9-PAWS, I also RP two others she's known for awhile there, Tundra and Fang 
I am caught on your word of this tale 
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