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Post by Dimitrii on Apr 1, 2005 22:29:14 GMT -5
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Markaz gave off a low growl, glancing slightly at Demon as she parted. He knew what she would do. He knew, that if she couldn't get help from Koran, then she'd try to do it herself. Suicide. Turning to Tarkah, he padded forth, giving off a low snarl. "Wasting time here...." He wispered to himself.
Lifting his tail high, he stood before Tarkah, his muscles tightened. Growling deeply, he glanced at the drappa. "Can't make the decision? I'll do it for you. No one will move from these territories unless otherwise commanded by me. Understood? No one. " Snarling, he turned away from the drappa, and began padding forth toward Demon's last trace.
Padding slowly behind the faemme, he spoke a little more softly, yet still, a commanding tone. "Your not going to do this alone, Demon..." He began, padding infront of the faemme. "Your revenge will be here soon, give it a few moons. But you must listen to me here. " He said softly. Lifting his head a little, gave a slight growl. "You mustn't part from the Koran borders, till you are told by me. Carefully, you and me can finish this. But you must listen to me. Head to the dens, wait there. stay there. I will return shortly.
Markaz gave a quick glance to Demon, and padded swiftly off. To the dens he'd go now, and he'd part by nightfall. From there, it would piece together. Demon wasnt to die, and if he had force control over the drappa to keep the lives of the members thriving, then it had to be done. By nightfall, blood will have been spilt. [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on May 3, 2005 15:21:27 GMT -5
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Turning angrilly, she caught the words of Markaz in her mind. Glaring viciously, she gave a deep snarl. "How DARE you order me about!" spat the she wolf coldly, "You may be the Co-Dragga, and the Lead Warrior, but I am not only the Lead Warrioress, I am also YOUR mate... Or have you forgot that!?" Turning away violently, she began to pad away, her steps cold and uncaring.
Pausing, as she heard him departing, she turned and looked back. Growling under her breath, she could no longer push her anger back. Giving a loud snarl, she swung her paw across the closest tree, a deep cut now formed in its surface, the imprint of her paw for some reason now in its bark. "Damn you," she spat smugly, as she glared at the mark.
Pacing towards the borders of Koran, she melted into the shadows. She could sense wolves lining the borders thickly, stopping any wolves from leaving. Walking strongly, she eyed the closest warrior. Walking upto him, she snarled as he stepped in her way.
Glaring at his optics, she smirked coldly as he dropped his gaze. "I am to leave the borders," she demanded spitefully, her body tightening, and becoming taller than his own. "Do NOT tell anyone of my departure; if you do... lets just say you wont see the dawn..."
Watching him shake his head feebly, she snorted at his pathetic behaviour. some warrior she thought, as she rolled her eyes tall to the skies. Leaping past the male wolf, she began to speed up. She knew Markaz, due to their love connection, would somehow sense her disappearance.
Reaching the hilltop, that lead to foreign terrain, she looked up at the moon; its ghostly light spilling over her; lighting up her optics with a poisonious glare. Parting her lips, she arched her neck. Giving out the most gruesome howl possible, she gave a strong and angry message. "Any warrior or wolf that follows shall suffer not from a foreign paw, but from my own. That is a promise..."
Trailing off, she gave a last glance at her packlands, and with no known regrets or thoughts in her minds corridors, she sped away into the darkness towards the packlands she was 'forbidden' from. And with that, she could finally see the shadows of the lands forming.
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Post by Dimitrii on May 3, 2005 16:46:49 GMT -5
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A cold glare emitted from his dark facade. The fact that she was his mate began to be completely unregarded. So many things, he could havve blurted out to Demon, yet instead, his claws remained clenched, and an unwelcoming grin of ivory across his maw.
"Like you, I swore to defend these lands from all threats and harm, Foreign..." He breathed coldly, loud enough for her parting figure to hear. " and Domestic. You may run crossed the borders now, but if you ever dare return, I will be waiting. Blood will be spilt, and your life may be lost."
A deep growl etched inside his throat, followed by a long, angry and unwelcoming howl. He turned away from the hillside, and sprinted deep into the forests. Spring mists clouded the ground, the nightfall cloaking his movements. She wouldn't be the only one to leave the lands tonight.
Running with a open mind, he thought about it for awhile. Even though he felt the restrains of the love between the two, he moved on, shoving it aside. Demon would be foolish to engage in battle alone, and he knew....or he hoped that she was better than that. If she bothered to, the he'd be there aswell, but pairs of claws woudlnt all be on the same side. He didnt know who's side he was on anymore. It wasnt Korans, and it wasnt hers either. He'd be a kerl this eve.
Koran was long gone, and in the forests he'd rest, just outside of the Sarnes and Balkar territory. The dying nightfall prevented attack today. But he would wait now. Nothing lay in his way. No restraining orders. Not love. Nothing. [/glow]
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Post by † Demon † on May 3, 2005 17:03:18 GMT -5
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Slowing down, Demon gave a sharp cough; a sharp pain tensed in her chest. Growling in pain, she shivered dangerously. Something was up. Snarling again, she shuddered to the ground. She was now, not in Koran nor Balkar lands. She was in the neutral terrain.
Drifting with the silence, her mind pondered what had caused this sudden pain. Thinking of the connections she had had with her mate, she remembered what it had been like when she had fled with an unborn cub, Damien. The same pain. Growling, she stood up slowly, the pain still there but somewhat fazed by the anger she felt. She could feel her love slipping to the edge of its clifftop, and she could feel her loyalty breaking and crumbling by the instant.
But, then again it hit. Another wave of tremendous pain. "Curse you Tor and Fenris!" yelled Demon, so loudly that even sleeping birds departed hastily from their trees. Yet, soon all was silent again; despite Demon's deepened breaths, and the occasional snarls of pain and psychotic rage.
Taking a few steps back towards Koran, she paused. "What am I doing?" spat the she wolf to herself, "I can't give up on this now," pausing, she remembered the words Markaz had said to her, You may run crossed the borders now, but if you ever dare return, I will be waiting. Blood will be spilt, and your life may be lost.
With that repeated, she felt the last thread of sanity snap. "That's it!" she hissed finally, turning violently back towards Balkar landscapes. "You don't want me to return!? Then fine. I'll just make a home elsewhere; like on ENERMY LINES!" The last words were screamed out to the heavens, a howl erupting afterwards. Each note was higher and louder than any before. It annouced that a wolf was in grave hurt and rage; a dangerous rage, a rage that could kill innocent lives for no apparent reason- an anger brought on by heartbreak Which could only mean, that this wolf would either die self-intentionally; or flee the lands.... If this wolf wasn't Demon, that was. Yet, as she knew deep down, not even Markaz could know that side of her.
With the last notes hushing, she walked slowly towards the lands she had once been barred from, yet with the news of a new First, she had plans and plots made out. Serg, was his name, and toying was HER game. She was ready for action, yet, was she ready to loose her family because of it? She didn't know, yet insanity clasped her mind tight; giving her no options but to proceed towards the terrain, and stare death coldly in the face.
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