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Post by Tarkah on Jan 20, 2005 11:49:22 GMT -5
Cruel winds lash at the barren lands of Koran. An unsatiisfied shriek scrapes the empty lands. The brutl storm had ended leaving yet ore snow to pelt the land, covering up any signs of habitance. a harsh growl emiits from the shadows beyond. The figure unclear and its destination unknown. mindless wandering followd the figure, its paws taking it on a never endign journey and a journey that cold have not commenced.
a howl echoed through the territoy once more. A song of loss and pain. An ivory she wolf walked. Her golden orbs glistening with the imprisonmnet of her own minds dwellings. A state of unwell clinged onto her. Talons gripped the carpet of snow which layed unwantd upon her terra. Ivory muzzle threw up once more and howled a sigh. Before her was a great oaken tree. It's gnarly branches flowing in all directions. Her eyelids closed covering her golden optics. She glanced at the great oak once more before turning and silently padding away. Here is where she burried her daughter. Istas. Her she would rest, watched over by the great gods tor and frenris. now Istas could run free through the great heavens and spend days of shine and luaghter.
Tarkah, head hung she sighed remembering all the great times she and her daughter had had. But they all ended. She found her paws quickening as she started to run faster and faster, dodging the obstacles of evergreens and bare trees. The wind lashed at her facade, stinging her as tears rolled down her cheeks. Paws stopped abrupty as she reached the edge of a ridge. Here she remembered when she saw her mate. The handsome red wolf he was. but now he was gone. Never to return. Left her, left her. Tarkah closed her eyes bringing her head up to feel the fast currents of air. How she remembered the day they met. Deep in the Frecne lands and how she knew that he was th one she loved. So destiny took her way and they met again, by the lush fountains of the waterfall. There with the help of her brother they admitted their love for eachother.
Tarkah opened her eyes and let out a chuckle. how the days seemed so long ago. Trkah found yet again more tears escaping, stainging her cheeks. Her legs trembled as she fell to the floor, her head on her paws. He had left. He was gone. Her heart was broken and her soul shattered. Never again will she be filled, like a puzzle missing a piece. A heart that can never be rebuilt.
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Post by Chez on Jan 20, 2005 17:46:36 GMT -5
"Tarkah?" Chez asked, not even realizing he knew the varg. Zei met her, he thought.
"Is there a problem?" He felt a deep sigh emit from his lungs, and he sat down, panting.
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 20, 2005 23:08:16 GMT -5
Golden optics turned its direction ankered upon a male varg. Chez Tarkah thought nodding a greeting to the newest member of Koran. Tarkah sat down upon her haunches her ivory tail curling neatly around her left flank. "What's wrong?" Tarkah chuckled. "I could list many things on why the world is so unfair or why it cannot be perfect But it would take too long" Tarkah spoke placidly. The emotion upon her facade blank and expressionless.
Tarkah blinked, her thoughts now reving. Had she seen this wolf before? Not that he was just part of Koran but before that. Before Koran had really existed. She could not remember; though a word and one word only, came to her mind. Zei Tarkah paused trying to think back to the days. Memories flooded in and she tried to divide them into workable sections. Demon, thats how she met Zei. He was the former mate of Demon, until they decided that it had not worked out that their love was false. Tarkah even remembered the night they met up with Zei upon the barren porches of the stone castle.
Mind taken away from the memories and fileing them away Tarkah looked up at Chez. But this was a different wolf. The drappa shrugged,"I'm not sure myself to tell you the truth." Tarkah said raising her gaze skywards, watching the thin strips of clouds roll across the sky. A rare view to the habitants of Translavania. She knew what the matter was, but she could not find the right words to speak of her problem, or she was just to hurt to. Her mate had gone, never to return and she could not do anything about it. Btu she opened her maw anyway determined to start a new conversation, "So Zei.... uhh I mean Chez. how is the koran life treating you?" she asked oblivious to why she had called him by the name of Zei. But Tarkah did not take much attention upon her mistake as she awaited the male's reply.
(sorry to be bothersome Chez but could you try and post a little bit longer please ^_^ thanks)
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Post by Chez on Jan 21, 2005 15:24:06 GMT -5
(Sorry, a little tired there ) Chez nodded. "Wonderful. Better then when I was a lone wolf." He paused. "And I am Zei. I am part of him. He''s a part of me." Sighing, the varg collapsed onto his paws and set his cranium onto his front paws.
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 21, 2005 20:10:44 GMT -5
Tarkah blinked blankly, her gaze starring at the figure of Chez. Zei? He was Zei. Tarkah did not understand. Did he change his name? The koran drappa cocked her head and frowned, her forhead furrowed. "So let me get this straight.. your Zei but your not really Zei cause your Chez but you are not really chez?" Tarkah said questioning her own questoin.
Tarkah shifted her body weight to one side of her feet and blinked, her mind buzzing as she concentrated on Chez. Was he really the cocky ex night hunter? Tarkah chuckled to herself as she awaited more explanation from the male varg.
(ick crappy post!!!)
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 21, 2005 22:03:17 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] "One minute you're on top The next you're not watch it drop Making your heart stop Just before you hit the floor One minute you're on top Next you're not missed your shot Making you're heart stop You think you've won And then its all gone..."
Markaz awoke with a slight jolt. Lifting his lids, he saw the midwinter clear skies. The brightness blinded him slightly, and he shut his lids again. Here he was once more. Sleeping in Koran, waiting...waiting for someone he knew wouldnt return. Yet his inner drive told him to wait...wait forever until she returns. He didnt know he could ever loose something so precious, something so rare, that it happens once in one's life...twice if one's lucky. But he didnt want a second one, he wanted that one. The one he missed ever so terribly...
Markaz lifted his amber obtics, as the daylight filtered his view, still blinding the horizon. He rose to all fours, and shook off the winters white rain off of his raven black coat. Padding slowly, he came across a clear slate of ice. He stared coldly, and aimlessly into it., and he saw something. Amethyst, Sanctus, Amber.....Demon....It was as if he was in a trance, his mind taunting him of his loss. Still staring....he didnt see Sabre....wheres Sabre?.
Koran winds brushed the new snow off a nearby branch, knocking its contents onto his head. He shook his head crazily, until the frigid white was freed from his vison. The ice....now he saw...himself.
"Winters getting to me..."Markaz said wearily, and softly. He was somewhat ill, but recovering. Markaz padded slowly northward, his steps, somewhat imbalanced. The snow brushed across the surface of the ground, brining shiver to his paws. "What is this?" Markaz said, as he shook himself out a last time.
From slightly dillusionaly steps, his sight recovered to normal, as Fenris began its decend. Lifting his head forward, he heard voices. Voices? This far north?
Markaz snarled, and lowered himself slightly toward the ground. "Who goes there? Who breaches Koran's borders? Who seeks tratto's blessing?" [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 21, 2005 23:15:20 GMT -5
When you think you've got it all, you'll just see it fall... When everythings right there'll be no will to fight... When the road seems long you'll never turn out strong... Cast your last wishes Cast your last hopes This is your last chance Cause you'll never to return again....
The stroke of Frenris's light changed its postition as slowly climbed down the staircase towards the horizon. The staircase to heaven some might say. But one may never know the truth until the truth is unfolded right before them, and yet some still do not know though the it opens right under their noses. A circle the sun would make. It's very descending and then rising and descending once more creating a never ending journey and always we shall expect the great Fenris to Rise once it has hid well below our view. but some may never again see the great rise of the sun or they might never be able to see to it, how such a simple routine could be so spectacular to enjoy.
Tarkah finally turned her gaze away from the blinding glow of the orb and padded a few steps away from the edge of the cliff and Chez. Her mind trapt in thought again.
Tarkah then got up, her hackles raised as she sensed a hidden presence. The drappa did not like vargs sneakign about nor would she have much tolerance for it at her state right now. Her golden orbs peirced the bordering foiliage trying to filter out the figure. Ear twitched and pupils contracted as she heard the deafening growls of another varg. Just then a breeze swept by and her nostrils were just able to get a wiff of the perfumes carried by the currents. Markaz. Tarkah eased herself and barked, "Markaz show yourself! Stop lurking about!" She growled her front paw digging into the ground as she padded towards the ebon he varg.
The drappa paused whilst her eyes held their gaze with the fiery ones of Markaz. Tarkah suddenly felt a strange emotion in her. She growled wearily. As she held her stance, her head higher then Markaz's to show him that she was still the boss, mate or no mate. By a wolf's instinct Tarkah knew that her stature could be in trouble. Markaz could easily dethrown her right there and then byt the fact that she did not have a mate anymore and that she was in a broken state. A state of insanity. Tarkah raised her dial, "Markaz? I am no intruder and neither is Chez."
The drappa sighed standing there as awkward silence filled in the gaps of time. She turned to Markaz and thought that he too held the same lost gaze, had to accept the burden with openarms. Tarkah sat down now, letting the cool breeze rustle her ivory fur, making it blow out of place.
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Post by Chez on Jan 22, 2005 7:57:28 GMT -5
CHez watches as they spoke to each other. He slowly closed his eyes, and saw what Zei has seen when Demon and him had met. And, when they had been departed, battling in the war. When he had first met Tarkah. When Zei has met Bila. When he left the balkar. He saw all of these things, for he had the memories of Zei and thoughts of his own. Mixed wolves, each with another's peice of memories and mind.
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 22, 2005 13:44:51 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head Like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time I lie A face that laughs every time I fall And watches everything... So I know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me Right beneath my skin....
Markaz snarled deeply, as the voice etched the lands behind him, and in his own head. The blowing snow acted life a barrier of fog, hiding the presence of all enemy like the shadows of the night. The voice distorted in his head, and for the strong emotion behind it, it was hard to decode. He was convinced that no Koran varg had ever travelled to the northern borders.
Stop lurking about..., he heard. "These are my territories! Not yours! Leave here traitor!", he blurted out, snarling. A arctic she wolf broke through the barrier, and Markaz prepared to take down the trespasser, yet, instead, he halted, to see the golden optics of his drappa.
"I didn't expect to find another Koran wolf at these edges of the borders at this time, my leader..." Markaz wispered, softly. Turning he saw another varg, one of striking familiarance[sp?].
"Zei....." Markaz wispered coldly to himself. He padded forward, past his drappa, a brought his amber gaze to that of Chez's. Padding closer, he snarled slightly at the varg. "Why be you here at this time, Zei?" Markaz said coldly. He hadn't found out he was a koran varg yet, and he treated him with unconscious disrespect, that he would to a koran varg. "You've no reason for your presence? ". Markaz turned his head to face the edge of the lands. "I suggest you get your little legs together and make a break for it..." Markaz said coldly, and turned away, to face the drappa once more.
"You speak to me like I am the enemy, my leader..." [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 22, 2005 22:05:53 GMT -5
Hold me up to the winds of time Take me away from the past crimes I hold onto the world with no mean Nothing can reveal the things unseen So here I hang by a mere thread discovering the truth, that's unsaid So let me go from this chain Stop thinking that I'm insane Just hear me out and let me fall maybe then I can lose it all
Tarkah blinked placidly her lips curling into a slight smile. Tarkah watched as Markaz confronted Chez, a unwelcome glare radiating from the he varg as he spoke with the younger male. Tarkah stepped up and circled Chez her paws kept at an even pace as her facade was brought facing Markaz, "But Markaz can't you see this is Chez. He is of Koran." she spoke without much emotion. Tarkah then chuckled, "Though I wouldn't know why I would have let Zei into Koran," she grinned remembering a time of darkness. Golden optics peeled away from Chez and landed back upon the Beta.
Tarkah raised an eyebrow, "Enemy? You are far from enemy love." Tarkah chuckled her orbs still holding the emotionless glare. Tarkah for a split second was unsure. Does Markaz have the intention of trying to throw Tarkah out from top dominance. THe arctic femmora growled at herself trying to clear her mind but she could hardly think straight or keep an open mind. The she wolf raised her muzzle, "I don't know about you but I don't think you are very happy to see your drappa." Tarkah spoke softly.
The arctic fae blinked and for a moment her mind had cleared enough to see into Markaz's mind. one much like her own state of being, "Markaz are you alright?" Tarkah questioned. The elapsed time between question and answer brought Tarkah back into her state once more. She shifted her weight and sighed.
(P.S give me yop me mama!! ..uhh don't ask^^;
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 22, 2005 22:31:45 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] How do you think I’ve lost so much I'm so afraid that I'm out of touch How do you expect... I will know what to do When all I know Is what you tell me to
Don’t you know I can’t tell you how to make it go No matter what I do, how hard I try I can’t seem to convince myself why I’m stuck on the outside
Markaz glared at the small from of Chez. He found it puzzling, why his heart had so much hate for a completely different varg. This is your fault Zei....I wouldnt be like this if it werent for you.... Markaz said in his head. He felt that he had burden against Zei, that he should have torn him to shreds when he had the chance.
It felt like his heart was enflamed, and burning. He acted ever so coldly, when he didnt entirely mean it, yet it felt uncontrollable. Markaz felt a slight throbbing pain, yet he toughed it out, wincing slightly, almost collapsing.
"Im not angry with you my leader, if that is what your implying..." Markaz said, turning away from Chez to face the drappa.
Markaz snarled at himself slightly, padding past the drappa, trying to walk out the small surges of sharp pain. "Im fine, thank-you..." Markaz wispered coldly, as he passed the drappa. He halted and turned back to Chez and Tarkah.
"Why does it amuse me, that I find you two at the northern edge of the lands...alone?" [/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 23, 2005 22:03:47 GMT -5
If you had listened to what i had to say Maybe then it would not have turned out this way Falling from the wings of flight Why didn't you just make it right? Left me behind without a cause Can't you hear me screaming at all? I yearn to speak of my descend how I sunk; I can't make amends But watch me as I make a turn Cause nothing i do is your concern
Tarkah postitioned herself into a sitting pose her placid orbs flickering with unknown speach. Gaze followed the figure of Markaz as she watched his deaths glare boring into the form of Chez. Tarkah could sense the defining hate Markaz held, or was it really hate? Perhaps just some long overdue line that was never drawn. Tarkah watched with a keen eye and remembered the blood lust that drove in her that night. She had the chance. She had the chance to tear Zei apart. What was the cause? Tarkah did not remember, but she remembered Demon and how the black femmora had stopped the arctic varg from doing it.
Tarkah turned her crania, eyes fixated now on Chez. Tarkah closed her eyes and opened them. For a moment seeign Zei. The drappa twitched poison from the past filtering into her veins. She closed her eyes, lids sheilding her orbs and then opened them once more and this time Chez was back. Tarkah growled. The poison seemed to retreat when she saw Chez back in his own body, but what would have happened if Zei was to be imaged for a longer period? Tarkah growled easing herself. Head flung sideways watching Markaz. Could he control himself? Tarkah let out a growl, there would be no murders here in Koran today, especially not an inner varg.
The drappa watched closely as Markaz padded by her, her eyes never leaving his form. Words flooded from his maw, the phrase questioning her presence. A snarl emmited from her throat, "And what are you implying?" Tarkah asked lifting herself up and padding to Markaz, her facade inches away from his and her golden orbs implanted its glare into his red yellow ones. "Are you sayign that I would be fooling around with him?" Tarkah let out a scoff and laughed. "I find that quite amusing, yes. Now maybe I should ask you, why you would want to know?"
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 24, 2005 15:20:42 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me Wondering what I think of you and I protect you out of courtesy
Too many times that I’ve held on when I needed to push away Afraid to say what was on my mind afraid to say what I need to say
Too many things that you've said about me when I’m not around You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down
But I’ve had too many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I can stand And I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine
Markaz continued to pace slowly between the two vargs, watching Chez the majority of the time. There was still unfinished burden for Zei that he found in himself, and the burden made his blood boil. Yet Chez was a different varg, someone who was completely innocent of Zei's actions. He failed to finish the burden, when he had Zei at his knee's, and he felt that this may be the last opportunity to get it off his shoulders.
"Tell me Chez, " He began. He fixed his amber optics upon the dark hued varg, very much resembling Zei himself. . "How are you related to Zei?", Markaz said softly, and coldly. It was almost as if he regreted Tarkah giving him permission to be part of these lands. He knew somehow that was the wrong decision. Yet Chez was someone else. He couldnt make Chez pay for anothers action, and thats where his mind pondered.
He turned around, and kept his slow pace. Watching Tarkah, he let off a small smirk, and met her deep golden optics. No intention did he have against the drappa at this time. Yet he felt somewhat skeptical about the pressence of his leader, and such a varg. And he pondered that either one of the vargs had past relations with his missing love....He didnt know what had happened, and why.
"My leader, I am not implying anything of that matter..."He said softly. He was being honest, and he knew that he wouldnt ever play with someone elses relations, unless they interfear with his...
"I am asking only out of shear curiousity, and you may choose not to answer this, if you wish, my leader...Its up to you."[/glow]
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Post by Chez on Jan 24, 2005 18:23:12 GMT -5
"I am his cousin, and he is far away from here. Unless you want to freeze to death in my home Valley," he snarled, "I wouldn't advise going there." He kept from raising his tail to the co-dragga, because of knowledge that he could be banished from Koran. Instead, he did not end his snarl, but instead growled his next words. "And, I was in the balkar, like Zei, when I was growing up." He had to fight not to leap for the wolf, he was beginning to lose his temper.
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 24, 2005 19:08:16 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]
I know I've got a face in me Points out all my mistakes to me You've got a face on the inside too and Your paranoia's probably worse I don't know what set me off first But I know what I can't stand Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I can't add up to what you can but Everybody has a face that they hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time they lie A face that laughs every time they fall And watches everything So you know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is watching you too Right inside your skin
Markaz snarled and turned straight to Chez. He was pushing his luck, asking for the samething his cousin did. He brought his amber optics straight in to those of Chez, and snarled deeply. Markaz padded to Chez until he was just a few inches away from the varg. He was pulling the final straws.
"So you want to be like your cousin now right?" Markaz snarled coldly. "The same varg who wanted to be a fighter, to be strong like the balkar stereotypes? You want your name to be big, and famous like Zei tried? You want to be the same traitor like your useless cousin? You want to die at my claws, like I almost did you your cousin? So be it! I'll bring you to your knees right here, right now! You're making big mistakes kid! your stupid cousin tried to fool me once, and he got what was coming to him, and that is the very reason why he probably is gone, to where we cant reach him. " Markaz snarled, his voice rising, and his blood boiling. He was more than ready to slide his claws across that vargs throat, and he's becoming the same varg his idol Zei was.
"Three moves kid, move across those borders to find the balkar, sit here and reconsider your cousin footsteps, or, i slide these pretty claws across your neck, and very white snow of Koran will be the crimson of your blood. "
Markaz sneered and showed his claws infront of Zei's optics. He was more than prepared to shed the blood of the newest koran varg, regardless of Tarkah's presence. Co-Dragga doesnt want such a varg? So be it. He'll take it in his own paws then "So Chez. What'll it be?[/glow]
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