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Post by Tarkah on Jan 24, 2005 21:56:13 GMT -5
Think back to those days of sorrow think back to those days of pain Why can't we ever be free why can't we ever see Trapt in my minds own cage Set afire by my own rage My mind is just too complex but the demons just won't let me rest Enclosed by my own shadow awaken by my own cold breath I can hardly with stand the burden that I have on hand. Why can't you just let me rest...
Tarkah turned away from the moment. Her eyes loking skyward at the gray rolling clouds. Perhaps another storm was to brew. THe arctic drappa blocked out the world for a moment before seepign slowly back into reality.
A facade with grim she blinked and lifted her right forepaw. She observed her paw holdign it up and examening her talons that breached out from each toe. Tarkah stole a glance at the ebon varg and grinned. "Perhaps it was just out of coincidence, or maybe Fenris wanted it to be, fate do they call it?" Tarkah chuckled, "But why let fate intervine when you can choose your own future right? Don't they ever tell you that?" Tarkah said speaking loudly with a growl she never knew she had. "Well I never got to decide my fate." Tarkah scoffed, "The gods are never right are they? Or maybe they are just alive in our own wee minds." Tarkah said finally placing her paw back upon the snow.
The drappa pawed at the snow making long strips of marksmade by her talosn across the snow when Chez replied Markaz. Tarkah grinned, "Freeze my tender butt off?"Tarkah chuckled, "No no I come from a place far colder then yours." Tarkah had coem from the greater norths where ivory vargs were common. The great white arctic.
Tarkah spat out with laughter, "The Balkar?" Tarkah laughed, "I remembered Zei wanted so badly to fit in. Worked so hard to be worthy of a title that could not even fit him. And what did he end up with? A whole bowl of nothing." Tarkah said while looking at something else in the distance.
Tarkah shifted her weight, her glare returning there placement upon Chez. "You were part of the balkar along with Zei eh? What made you leave?" Tarkah smirked her heart clouded by the past events in her life and the somewhat deja vu of a past storyline. All she could remember was a dark night.
Thunder clashed above as lightning filled the night skies with a show of lights. A ebon figure stood watching as a ivory figure circled a third individual. "Demon he's mine I want to do it!" The ivory figure hissed "No! leave him to me, I'll deal with it, but darlign don't worry the fun has barely begun" The ebon figure had said while the third sat still growls emitting from his throatBut the night ended young and somehow the third figure managed to deceive his fate
Tarkah shook her muzzle and looked up to the snarl of Markaz. A grin could not be hidden as the drappa opened her maw to speak. "Oooh a choice? But you have chosen have you not? You come into these Koran lands seeking out a family. I'm sure you were not just coming here to seek shelter and food." Tarkah spoke quite sharply. The drappa rolled her eyes and plopped to the ground clearly leaving Chez on his own. If he really did care about staying in Koran he will show it......
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Post by Chez on Jan 25, 2005 2:35:27 GMT -5
"We were all lone wolves once," Chez snarled. "But I have been one almost my whole life," he paused. "Zei didn't have a mate for that long," He turned to Tarkah. "Demon, he was almost killed by her." He continued to snarl. "And, so he left all this in seek of his REAL family, and his brother, whom had escaped..." He paused, but then looked back up at Markaz. "He was a varg that was worth Tor and Fenris' time, and that is just the same with me." Yellow optics looked Markaz directly in the eye.
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 25, 2005 14:31:16 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] Hearing your name the memories come back again I remember when it started happening I see you in every thought I had and then The thoughts slowly found words attached to them And I knew as they escaped away I was committing myself to them and everyday I regret saying those things cuz now I see that I Took what I hated and made it a part of me
Markaz took and step closer, and brought his left forepaw to Chez's neck. He flipped over his paw, and pressed the tip of his index claw toward his neck, starting and wanting to inflict pain. He didnt want to waste time with him, but it appeared that Chez really wanted his attention.
Markaz was a varg who had no beliefs that Tor or Fenris's presence had any impact on anyone one's live. No one had taught him anything about them two, and he learned to convince himself that they contribute none of their time to mock and play with earthly beings. It almost made him laugh when he saw someone waiting for their 'Destiny' or 'Fait' to help them, or for one of the elements to save them from certain death....No, none of that he believed. Why? No one has saved him, and no one had hurt him. Yet he had some belief in Wolfbane, god of the underworld. He did believe that he lurked in the shadows, waiting for death to beseige a living being.
Markaz pressed his claw harder, wanting to begin sliding across his neck, to a point, where the life would escape from the tiny crimson cracks of the scar that the claw would leave behind. "You amuse me, Chez. You believe that Tor and Fenris have such power to save your worthless cousin, so I hear? and you believe that the gods overlooking these lands will take time out of there lives you come and save you from me?" Markaz smiled. He would enjoy this, not a care he had about Chez, or Zei, or even what his drappa thought of this.
"You believe that your cousin left behind a legacy, that you believe you could accomplish to. You believe that Tor and Fenris can save you from a varg twice your size. You think that your a favorite of these Goddesses... Well I suggest you get a second opinion on that, or you fall to your knees and hope for Chez's little miracle to come about....Whos here to save you now kid?"
Markaz waited for the last words from the little beast. The legacy you live for doesnt exist, my friend....[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 25, 2005 17:14:14 GMT -5
Maybe I am truly blind For I can never find A way, a reason to keep search but every treasure always hurts Not one threat has escaped my maw just the insanity that lies in my claw Force not, the truth of death for then we will all regret times of hate and times of love never can we find rest
The arctic drappa blinked for a minute. Like she could sense Chez's meaning. For a minute the femmora looked away. A Kerl. Tarkah knew how it felt, to be alone in the big wide world, to never have a 'real' family. Tarkah looekd up at Chez. Did she pity him? Tarkah coughed at the thought. Why pity one wolf when there are many vargs out there having it worse. She then brought her muzzle skywards and growled. The mention of Tor and of Fenris. She had believed them. Believed that fate and destiny would be the way to live it out. But she was wrong. Fate what could it do for her? She thought that Tor and Fenris would be watching over her but so far the eyes that bore into her back were those of cold shadows, nothing more. Why believe in them now when there was nothing to believe in?
Tarkah ripped her gaze away and growled. Demon. The days befoe she was an alpha. The memories brought a smile to the drappas lips. But dare anyone speak badly about her sister. Tarkah eyed Chez, her golden gaze boring into him, tryign to find what exactly did he think of the ebony she varg but dismissed the inquisitives when Markaz advanced.
Tarkah sighed, she knew how it felt to lose everything. But didn't Chez say that he had nothing? Then how could he lose somthing without anything on hand? The white fae shook her pelt and eyed Markaz. She growled and raised her crania higher then his, markign her position was still higher ranking then his. "Markaz watch it. Your not pickign on a little sikla are you? When you yourself is a full grown beta." Tarkah whispered eyeing the smaller wolf Chez. Tarkah barked, "so Chez, you really want to be in Koran?" Tarkah said her teeth clenched, "Then prove you are worthy."
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Post by Chez on Jan 26, 2005 14:03:06 GMT -5
"I have had nothing for years," Snarled chez under his breath. "I have not had anyone that I have ever been relatives to. I have not had anything. I grew up as a lone wolf. My mother and her pack were killed by humans. I was the only one that survived."
The rememberance of his pack, as they howled for mercy, echoed through his mind.
Chez snarled again, pulling his body out of Markaz's reach.
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 28, 2005 18:17:12 GMT -5
Endless nighs of past hauntings Endlesss roads of pitch black dauntings The shadows seem to caress my being never letting me wander past never feeling, never seeing My world is crumblign fast if you do not stop it I will not last Give me your hand and save me from my past
Gold optics swung back to Chez. Tarkah standing infront of the he wolf where Markaz had stood, "So you thiink the world only revolves around you?" Tarkah said her words short and hushed. The white wolf turned her head and looekd upwards. "And I have not lost amany? Your not the only one who grieves. Many wolves live out their lives alone. But you, who have Zei So your not so alone now are you? You were let into this pack. Not so alone now are you?" A growl escaped the drappa. A mix of emotion distorting her mind. he had lost her family all except her brother, but now, now he was no where to be found. Not even his pack were seen. The great Frecne, gone in a sweep. Where were they? Her neice and nephews gone with them. Her closest friends, Zephyr had died and Demon, had dissapeared.Her pups had all left her and her mate. Her beloved mate was goen too. Shattered her heart and broken her down in pieces. All that was left was this pack.
Tarkah lifted her muzzle and let out a harsh bark. "True your past life seems sad, but what is the point of grieving for it? Pity it? Mourn for it? When it has already happened, you cannot chnge it can you?" Tarkah swung around and padded a few steps before sitting down, her head turned another direction. Right about now she did not care what Markaz did, she did not care any longer.
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Post by † Demon † on Jan 28, 2005 19:04:38 GMT -5
Empty hearts and broken minds A lost soul roams in me I feel as though I've been cast aside As though I want to die I long for death and revenge for you To be back by your side I wish for everything to be replaced My love regiven to you I cannot say how long I cried For the times were truly endless The ecstasy in mind took affect I slowly slipped away Now my return has finally come The demon of your nightmares I come swift and deadly by night Beware of evil's call.
[glow=black,2,300]The shadows continued to dance around, yet unknown to the group settled by the boarders; they were not alone. Sitting in the black abyss of midnight mists was poised an ebony creature. Her eyes glistened cruelly as they were fixed on Markaz, something about him brining back somekind of memory she had fogotten. Breathing deeply, she could feel the evil in her blood pulse again; her paws tingling as she glared at Chez. "So thats what the little termite calls himself nowdays..." whispered the beast to herself amusingly. Growling under her breath, she lowered her form, and pushed her body forward; slightly scraping her belly on the frosted ground. Hidden by an evergreen tree, the creature's ears perked high on her crown, and absorbed the sickening amusement of the scene. All the hatred, all the pain; everything Demon had ever experienced herself had ben tasted in this atmosphere. Yet, suddenly, her thoughts were disrupted. The whelp before her gaze had spoken her name. "Ah, so they DO remember the beast within..." breezed the she wolf happily, a smile upon her lips. Creeping forward a few more paces, the she wolf could no longer take the strain of being on the sidelines. Stepping into the light, she smirked darkly; her poison green eyes immediantly falling over the form of Markaz. Something tingled in her heart, a memory possibly? Something caused her to stop in her tracked for a second, before the cruelty again took over. "well, well, well," rapsed the she wolf angrilly, the sound of her paws hitting the ground, the only sound heard for a while then, "what do we have here? A mother's meeting? A all hail Tor and Fenris - the slobs that mess everything up?..." Grinning, she looked again at Markaz. It was bugging her, whatever it was. He seemed to call her, the eyes alone caused deep unease. Shaking her pelt, she looked over at Chez hastily; eyes glittering, "My. my..." she breathed, inches away from his face, her eyes baring into the male's throat, "how you do resemble your cousin, Zei..." Smirking, she flicked her tail, and turned on her heels. Walking into the shadows, she halted and looked back at Chez once more, a cold smile of hatred forming. "And..." she growled, "I still remember his pathetic cries...when he begged me not to kill him... the whelp..." Nodding her head, she laughed with a twisted sense of darkness. Fading into the shadows, she continued to walk; knowing sooner or later, someone would come. Someone would remember, and they would come. Whether she wanted them to, or not...[/glow]
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 28, 2005 20:06:05 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] I woke up in a dream today To the cold of the static, Put my cold feet on the floor Forgot all about yesterday Remembering I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymore A little taste of hypocrisy And I’m left in the wake of the mistake Slow to react Even though you’re so close to me You’re still so distant And I can’t bring you back
I hit you and you hit me back We fall to the floor The rest of the day stands still Fine line between this and that When things go wrong I pretend the past isn’t real Now I'm trapped in this memory And I’m left in the wake of the mistake Slow to react Even though you’re close to me You’re still so distant And I can’t bring you back
Markaz brought his forepaw to meet the floor once more, as Chez took his step back. The adrenaline cooled his bloodstream, and Markaz disengaged his amber optics from his yellow ones.
"Lies..."He breathed to himself coldly. This varg was living the life he wished was reality, the same antic his cousin brought about so often. If Markaz didnt finish him right there, someone would, and that thought cooled his blood. So many times Zei must have faced fear, and then he brought out lies, and in many cases, the small fears turned into the fears for life. Fears to remain a living free varg. Its your decision to live by this way.....Say hi to Wolfbane for me
Markaz snarled slightly at Tarkah, showing grave disapproval in the decision to let him live. "He's not so little Tarkah, remember? He's a Balkar Putnar". Markaz said coldly to his drappa.
He felt no remorse for Chez's claim that he had 'Nothing'. And he felt furious at Tarkah for feeling the slightest pity in Chez. The drappa was to kind sometimes.
Markaz padded toward the borders, and watched the lands the lay before him. The moment his drappa left the scene, would be when Markaz would bring Chez to the floor. He turned toward the two vargs, and sat on his haunches. Watching the drappa, then shutting his eyes.
The scent of another varg passed his nose, yet he kept his eyes shut. The she varg had striking familierance to his auds when she spoke. Like a past dream, nightmare. Markaz listened silently, as she spoke distasteful words at Chez, speaking like he was toward Chez's cousin. "Finally, some one see's my perspective." Markaz said to himself. But when he opened his eyes, he saw a varg the he'd never had expected to return. But Why?
Markaz made no move toward the she-varg, like the burden of the barrier still existed. He sat silently, watching her move into the clearing at the northern borders, watching her steal glances at him. It made him rather uncomfortable to see a varg that he had so mcuh love for...just...reappear. It was like...starting from scratch, and right now....it didnt seem worth it,...Not at all. [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jan 29, 2005 15:52:31 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]A cruel, unearthly smile stole the she wolf's lips as she watched the scene from afar. Somewhere in the locked doors of her mind, a familiar look in the male's eyes stirred her. Breathing deeply, she felt the air lift her from her evil status, a memory over-throwing her slightly. A wolf that looked like her, only smaller was standing by her. His eyes reflected that of the male before her gaze. Words were spoken, yet nothing was heard. Yet, then another wolf came into her distant thoughts. His form was too familiar not to name. Shutting her eyes, she breathed lightly. After moments of silence, she growled softly, letting only one name come past her lips. "Markaz..." Opening her eyes in shock-horror, she stared at the co-Dragga almost as though her heart had recreated itself. Taking a small step forwards, she halted. Paranoia became apparent. "What if he does not remember me?" asked the creature to herself, "What if he thinks me dead?" Letting a small tear escape her dark optics, she laid herself on the ground. Wrapping her tail close to her body, she whined. That alone was filled with a sense of loneliness, and seclusion. Glancing up at the male again, she longed to run over and lick his muzzle; snuggle up against his body as she remembered doing not so long ago. Sighing, she rose slowly, and took a heartfelt glance once more at the three wolves before her. "He does not now... and never will want me back" snarled the female angrilly; smacking a stone into a tree causing the sound to echo around her in the frosty atmosphere. Staring at the ground, she shifted her paw in a circular motion, carving a heart-shaped picture in the earth. "Oh. My love; if only you could remember me. If only I hadn't lost my sense of reality. If only..." Her words were icy and unreal. Her eyes sparkled with heartache, and her body shook as winter began to also turn against her. Looking again at the form of Markaz, she felt a surge of anger clasp her mind. And without warning of any kind, she flung her form up and let out a gruesome howl. It filled the sky with depression and hate. It filled the corridors of her mind with anger and loneliness. But most of all, it melted her heart with the heat of unwantedness. Draining it to a halt, she slowly began to pace into the shadows. Hoping, wishing, praying to the Gods that they would send her dear Markaz to her side; wanting her love to be restored. Letting her be the wolf she once hated so...[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 29, 2005 21:59:37 GMT -5
Broken into pieces never to be fixed lost in a world of unpleasent sorrow thrown into a land of unforgiving brought into this world by the makers of life brought into the shadows by the makers of strife lost in my minds eye of wonder tossed away by my own actions hinder cursed myself since the days i laid eyes on the horizon line, the day I swore to try But close your hearts, watch my soul divide and surrender the the day that I die
Cruel gaze turned and locked itself on the form of Markaz. A blank expression unfolded upon the arctic femmora's facade. Tarkah lifted an eyebrow. What was coarsing through his mind? Yet she could detect the lust in his blood, the wanting to kill. A smile unknowingly creeped onto the ebon lips of the drappa. This would be interesting, if Markaz plans on making a move anyways. Tarkah wanted to ever so leap infront of Zei, and finish what she had planned onto a season ago. But a voice deep in her mind told her this was Chez, not that Zei. Tarkah snarled, her steel gray talons slicing at the layer of snowy ice.
The femmora caught Markaz's gaze as one time he had looked into hers. He was searching for somthing. Did he think she pitied this varg? Did he think that his drappa would spare him? Tarkah hardly cared anymore. Her world had long ago fallen, crumbled into pieces. What good out could she get out of Chez's life being spared? Another mouth to feed? Another varg taking up room in the koran? Tarkah hardly cared one bit.
BRistled stood erected as she flung her crania to the right. Golden darts aimed at the shadowy figure as it advanced into the clearing. A snarl curled into a grin greeted the slim frame. Tarkah growled, "A what do you want in my lands?" Tarkah growled mercilessly not knowing whom it was. Her orbs met with the emerald ones of the fae and for a split second Tarkah's mind cleared, but not long enough to see through to whom it really was. Cruel glare followed the ebon femmora as she padded towards the northern borders and into the shadows.
Suddenly Tarkah's mind was taken away, swallowed up. Promise no matter what happens we'll always be best of friends? Won't we sister? The voice rang throughout Tarkah. Who was it? Tarkah blinked and closed her eyes, thoughts and pictures seen but as if they were not memories of her own past. Then she saw, there was a raven black pup, and when she turned around to face Tarkah, the drappa saw, those same Emerald optics. Tarkah shook her muzzle suddenly fading back to reality. Mind turned to Markaz who too was starign at the femmora whom had just departed, but not too far.
Tarkah looked up, her mind unsure, unclear. Who was she? But why did she stir up such meaning? And why did she face Chez like this. Unless.... No it could not be her. She was gone. Gone like the rest. She had left, left. Tarkah bit her lip and turned her gaze aay from the path which the fae had departed by. Silence stole into the atmosphere, eery silence but it was then broken by a cry. A song, a howl. Tarkah brought her auditories to the howl. The voice sounded so much like someone she knew, someone she loved dearly. But who, why couldn't the veil be uncloaked? Why must she dwell in her minds own mystery? Tarkah then faced Markaz and saw that he was stirred far greater then she was by the presence of the ebony she wolf. Tarkah felt the howl overtake her, swalow her up and the howl brought out her own pain, her own loss her own sorrow....
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Post by Dimitrii on Jan 29, 2005 23:31:48 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300] ///this post was better, it got deleted though... \\\
Markaz rested his head on the snowy terrain, watching the ebony femmeora through the very corner of his eye. He remained motionless, not one word or gester he made to the she-wolf. The presence of his former love, didnt amuse him at the moment, like it used to. Part of him didnt want her to return, part of him wanted to live like he did before he wandered into the caves. Part of him enjoyed the lonely and secluded life. He couldnt decide today, he didnt know if he wanted it all back, he didnt know if he wanted to return to the life, where someone was at his side, when for the first time, someone cared for every scar or gesture he made.
He turned away from the three vargs to face the lands of no control, beyond the borders. He sighed quietly, and rested his head upon his paws and shut his eyes tightly, as his auds met the back of his head.
Ive sat waiting forever, so it seems, and for you to return is some shock to me. I dont know why you've left, or why you've returned, I dont know if you remember me, or who i was, I dont know if you'd ever want to return to me, but for now I'm still sitting here. Im not ready to make this decision, to leave you in your amnesia, to forget that there was ever something between us, or to return to your feet, as the sun rises, with the days meal between my jaws, as i had once promised...
Markaz felt another surge of the sharp pain return to his heart. He winced slightly, gripping the snow, and squinting his eyelids. The sickness was returning, as the seperate surges of pain came and retreated as he passed the days before. Markaz didnt know what caused him such pains for so long, or why. Maybe his short-lived days were coming to a end, as he once wished.
Markaz rose to his feet silently, still clutching the powdery substance between his paws. He turned to face the forests opposite of the three vargs. He was careful not to attract the attention of Chez or the black femmeora. But he did turn to speak silently to his drappa. He wispered softly, words like the wind. "I'm going to check the eastern borders, ....and i need the walk, im not sure im feeling great today. I'll see you around, my leader...you may want to check on our visitor that has resided to the forests."
Markaz knew that he would be disobeying his duties by carring out such action, and not taking care of unwanted guests, but when Tarkah would realize who it was, then it would be no different. Markaz knew that this night, it would be better to be far from his love and his leader, he knew very well, from the life he lived before, that I'm better off alone...[/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on Jan 30, 2005 5:57:13 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]As her howl was greeted by the silence of forgotten memories, another howl erupted from the mists. Looking up, she gave a soft snarl before remembering of whom it belonged too. "Tarkah...." She whispered softly. As the name came past her ebony farcade, she could do nothing to stop the forth coming memories. Being overtaken by the black and white images, the black fae slowly closed her optics and let the shadowy darkness overwhelm her very soul. Two pups alike in heart and soul, yet different by color. One as white as the snow, the other as black as coal. Running together as though best friends by blood. Shaking her head hastily, she removed the aching memory into the corridors of her mind. Staring with lost eyes at the white wolf, the lust to have things the way they were before became even greater. Giving a weak placid smile, she knew that before her love could be returned, a friendship needed to be restored. Flicking her auds atop her crown, she gave a heavy sigh. Feeling herself slip away was something she was too used to, but this time it was not due to fear, paranoia or pure hatred of herself; it was because she was the forgotten. The one thought dead. The one never needed in the great circle of life created by those so called Gods, Tor and Fenris. Hissing at the thought, she shook down her gleeming pelt; bits of falling snow clinging to it. Shivering breifly, she gave no remorse to what her next actions would be. Lifting her head high, another howl came from her body. Yet, this was filled with a calling. She was calling to Tarkah, the words of her memories following in the music. And we'll always be friends forever... Trailing it away, she felt two large drops of water escape her glassy eyes. "Follow me my sister. For we are not just friends by heart and mind, but sisters by blood. Believe it is me, believe that we are together again...." These words pained the wolf greatly, as she whispered them to the shadows; the snow falling thicker by the moments that passed. Giving one last glance at the remaining wolves, her eyes passed over them one by one. The white fluffly coat of the Drappa. The midnight coat of the one she held so much passion for. And the dark pelt of the one she hated with pure mind fury. The very thought of his blood spilt gave her a fierce surge of bloodlust. Feeling the capes of darkness beginning to again strangle her heart, she surpassed her mind into a closed door, and removed her gaze from all before her. Sighing, she turned and with her tail low to the ground, reflecting her sadness, she slowly paced away; tears in her eyes, and her heart in a million pieces, once again.[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 30, 2005 12:52:22 GMT -5
The shriekign winds seemed to fall between the akward silence as the ivory wolf stood there stock still. The breeze rippling her coat as she blinked still. Crown turned as Markaz began to depart. The white varg placed a paw out to follow but stopped. She swung her muzzle to the opposite direction. "Then go, and perhaps when you come back, you will have found what you are earching for." Tarkah whispered granite gaze now directed upon the path that the ebon visiter had took. Paws shifted ever so, fidgiting with the frigid snow. Should she follow or should she let be? Tarkah sideglanced at the figure, Chez. If that was Zei, if it was really Zei, then he had once again escaped the jaws of death.
Tarkah growled and began to walk, her gait slow and sluggish but was still making progress. Tarkah paused, her auditories taking in the echo of her hwol. It was the ebon she wolf''s. A name appeared in her mind andshe found her self mouthing the word aswell... Demon Tarkah frowned, could it be? But what if it was just another one of her illusions. Another fake lie? Tarkah shook her muzzle and pressed forward. She would find out. But she also felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. What is she forgot all about her? What if she no longer cared? It seemed so long ago, that they had spent the days meandering without a care. But what if those days were the only things left? Memories implanted on a board of dreams, held high and out of reach.
Tarkah fastened her pace, unaware that the ebon varg was also on the move. Tarkah stopped when she saw the silhouetted form. Taking a deep breath the ivory she wolf padded to the black varg and faced her. Golden orbs meeting with emerald optics. But a word was not said by the white wolf. For she lost all the right words to say. All she could do was blink stupidly as awkward silence one again filled the air.
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Post by † Demon † on Jan 30, 2005 15:55:17 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]The sound of following was clear. Feeling numb, the she wolf hastily hid her tears of loneliness and anger. Pausing, she took a deep breath and turned slowly. At first she was angered, it wasn't who she had expected; but that allchanged when the memories followed her heart beat. Keeping her gaze on the golden orbs before her, she felt herself shiver. For once the beast was frightened. Silence was around, yet as she parted her lips, the words came out as though she were a pup again. "Hello Tarkah.." whispered Demon, her tone shaking with fear of rejection once again. Staring at the ground, the gleams of frost seemed to dillude her slightly, causing her to be completely engulfed in the memory once more. Looking up at the white she wolf, she could hold herself no longer. Pacing forward, she nuzzled the Drappa, and gave a sweetening smile. "How I've miss you. My friend. My Drappa... My sister..." Nuzzling her again, she stepped back, and with one last hopeful glance, she smiled and turned her head away. Hoping inside that the remains of her heart would not be shattered by her closest friend, as well as her only love...[/glow]
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Post by Tarkah on Jan 30, 2005 21:41:48 GMT -5
A smile carved itself onto the ebon lips of the ivory fae. As the black wolf before her spoke. Tarkah could not think up of anything to reply as her own name was spoken off. So it was her? Was it really her? Tarkah took in a deep breath and her maw ajar voice escaped her throat and the sudden sound of her own vocals shocked her, "Demon? Is it really you? But... its been so long... what happened? Why?" Tarkah whispered in hush tones.
Tarkah flinched slightly as the weight of demon flinging forwards in a nuzzle shocked the ivory fae. But a smile unravled as Tarkah nuzzled her back. The words hit Trkah like a sharp arrow, the time apart suddenly feeling mended back again, as if they had never been more split, that the time elapsed was just a midnights dream. Tarkah foujnd her ivory tassel begin to sway as Demon nuzzled her once again and stepped back. "I missed you too sister" Tarkah sid licking her on the nose.
The arctic fae though turned her head in the opposite direction and padded towards Demon, her muzzle nuzzling her scruff of her neck, "But I know someone who misses you even more," Tarkah spoke quietly as if the sky above them would shatter if they spoke any louder. Golden optics gazed out to where the clearing stood and Tarkah turned, her gaze now meeting up with the emerald ones of Demon.
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